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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:03 pm
(( Huh, this is gonna be hell. ))
As blood dripped from his katana, Yori noticed the floor beneath him began to move. Before Yori could react he was falling, and falling continuously. He hit the ground hard. Once he had awoke he had no idea where he was. The only light came from torches that lit the cave like structure. He was still altille distraught, but he was able to locate his katana in the limited ammount of light. He stood to his feet and started to look around. He didn't see his comrades anywhere. " What a drag. " Yori said aloud as it echoed through the tunnel. This sound attracted a group of Hollows. There were eight of them.
Yori ran at the group oh hollows and swung his blade swiftly. When his attack was over there seemed to be no harm done, but three seconds later slits and large wounds were opened on the Hollows. The same for Yori. They were only minor wounds, but they would still effect Yori's performance. He then continued to walk down the torch lit tunnel....
[Kills:8 ]
[HP:136 ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:13 pm
((Have fun guys! I promise this event will be loads funner than the last one!))
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childsexchange rolled 2 20-sided dice:
16, 5
Total: 21 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 7:22 am
"Never admit defeat and ask for a quick death! Die first, then admit defeat! If you are defeated but didn't die, it just means you were lucky! Because defeat…that’s the only road that continues in front of you and remains behind you.” Infinity stood there silently and mysterious in a devotional exercise of a contemplative discourse that was on a philosophical scale of control. Both his hands reached behind his back, and underneath his cape he pulled out two hand grenades from his utility belt, taking there keys out and releasing the spoon at the top of the pomegranate shaped grenades. Throwing them they launched above the number of hollows. One hollow jumped up soaring into the air and ate both grenades. When he fell back into the pool of hollows, in a sinister echoic voice they all began to laugh at how weak Infinity's first move was. Though, what they didn’t know was that this grenade was no usual boom. It was scientifically combined with the powerful concussive effects of a significant propelling charge of low explosive with the painful impact potential of approximately 60 .45 caliber metal balls inside. This type of grenade was called a hornet’s nest. A non-reusable metal filled grenade 03 oz.of OC and CS surrounding an explosive charge. The fuse was ejected by a separate charge after activation, eliminating the only metal portion of the grenade prior to the detonation and expulsion of the metal projectiles in a 360 degree radius. With a barrage of metal marbles scattering and piercing through the gang of hollows, most of them were effortlessly eliminated.
Just when Infinity was about to step forward and finish off the rest of the hollows the ground had opened and Infinity had fallen down into a dark abyss. Before reaching ground, Infinity did a front flip to gain less traction and have a soft landing. Positioned with one knee and his right fist in the ground, the light from where he had fallen shined down on him in a ray. Standing up, he began to walk as if there was no impending danger ahead of him. Infinity did a quick count in his head of how many hornets nest he had left. He used two, so he had three left.
From the midst of the shadows a number of six hollows appeared. Surrounding Infinity, a hollow ran towards him with its claw moving faster towards his face. Infinity grabbed its wrist, reeling it in, bringing it around he sent it into the hollows face that was running up behind Infinity. Crouching down, two hollows on his side punched towards him, ducking, they hit one another in the face. Another was standing behind Infinity and one in front when the one in front slashed his right arm in a hook. Infinity did the limbo to dodge the razor sharp claws, making the hollows swing rip off the face of another hollow that was behind him. There was two more left coming up in a row. Infinity simply kicked forward into the hollows sternum, making him impale into the one behind him, shattering the second from impact. When he was done he stood there and a drop of blood began to run down the crease of his mouth. Infinity didn’t have any emotions not even a sodom surprise but this did upset him that simple hollows where able to touch him. Hearing a noise in front of him, he looked up seeing about twenty hollows in his path. Clinching his fist it was certain that a big tempest was coming in every strike and this time he would go untouched.
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Mario614 rolled 2 20-sided dice:
12, 16
Total: 28 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 7:31 am
A group of Hollows ran at Yori. This was a very big mistake. As the Hollows still approached, Yori said to Titanius " Knuckle brace. " Then the katana began to glow a brillliant light. The light was blinding to the Hollows, but when it had vanished the katana had turned into one knuckle brace on Yori's left hand. The Hollows still couldn't see, and Yori decided to use this to his advantage. The young Raven cracked his knuckles and ran at the Hollows. He ran at the first and smashed it's face in with a left handed hook. He did the same to seven others, but acouple of the Hollows slit him in the process. They were just minor wounds. He then round house kicked five other Hollows as they tried to circle him. Yori then continued to walk....
[Kills: 25]
[HP: 120]
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Smeeko rolled 2 20-sided dice:
18, 11
Total: 29 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 1:02 pm
The child's massacre came to an abrupt stop, following the latch opening beneath his feet. Falling at an admirable speed, the boy's body would slowly begin to fall.. More smoothly. One would probably believe this was a movie effect form some over-done action movie.. instead, it was the child's defiance traits kicking in subconsciously through the fall. Descending smoothly, he performed a single forward motion, flipping and then landing wit a light thud. The darkness was suddenly illuminated by a bright light, Saki's Zanpakuto being illuminated exponentially. Pulling the large weapon from over his shoulder, the bandage wrapped about his torso would suddenly uncurl and wrap about the weapon.. In an instant, it constricted and shrunk the weapon.. Re-sheathing his sealed weapon in it's normal fashion across the small of his back, the boy looked at his right hand. Gripping his hand tightly around the weapon's length, he would abruptly twist and contort it before flowing into a stance. Shirtless and wielding the pole-arm in a very experienced manner, Saki nodded towards the darkness, raising his spiritual pressure only slightly to notice a large mass of steps encircle his immediate area. Widening his eyes, the edge of the spear suddenly grew a light blue color, revealing Saki to be the epicenter of a mosh pit styled, moat...?!
Looking around, he noticed the numbers were heavy but the enemies amount scarce compared to what he'd been exposed to before. Looking down at his friends Zanpakuto, he smiled and spoke to himself in a somewhat saddened tone. "I don't know if ya' left me for good, but I'll hold onto this here weapon ya' shaped for me! I'll bring down every single hollow here with your sealed Zanpakuto! I'll rip everything up using this alone!" Screaming at the hollows around him, he knew they didn't understand him but he'd still get the message out. His pressure abruptly rose to a higher level, disappearing as he would suddenly appear amongst the ground.. Hackin' and Slashin'! The sound of falling foes was all that consumed the area. Only being nicked every once in a while due to not using his most simplest, signature techniques.. The child was massacring to the best of his abilities!
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Smeeko rolled 2 20-sided dice:
18, 19
Total: 37 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:36 pm
Continuing his rampage of pure force, the boy was splattered with the enemies particles, getting near his frame but soon disappearing. Not having broken a sweat due to his inhumane stamina, he swung the fully wooden weapon about, each slash tearing into the flesh of a beast.. One swing seemed enough to clear an entire ninety degree angles about him.. A swing produced more then one death, none merely wounding.. but all causing death. With passion in each heavy strike, Saki was bringing forth enough carnage to vanquish the group in what would seem to be an effortless descent! His body's fluent movements, and skillful stabs were nearing perfection.. Truly the work of an experienced pole-arm enthusiast! "GRAHH!" Shouting out what some could call a 'Battle Cry!', the emotion-filled phrase brought forth a swing made of his might and will alone! This abrupt cry signaled his stabbing forward, charging and flying forward.. Only hitting one Hollow, directly in the mask, the wepaon cracked and then proceeded to protrude from the face, Saki still attached as the monster wrangled it's head up and down. Gritting his teeth, his body would contort to the diagonal pose, feet planting firmly on it's face then lifting off with an admirable force.
Saki flipped above the pit, spinning once, then stabbing down atop a single beast. Panting as the nearest hollows drew back (Effects of his bodies constant exertion of pure pressure.), he wouldn't let them get far; Instead, his natural speed and momentum-grabbing traits would allow him a quick shifting spin. Like a blurring whirlwind, his frame hurled forth a blitz of strikes and dealt enough damage to blow out the entire 'Wall' of hollows in that direction, spanning a good nine feet. Not something to brag over, Saki disregarded his own effective techniques and fell back on his balancing leg, taking advantage of the two-handed pole-arm stance to stab the blade-less end of the weapon into a hollow mask! Jerking it out and forward, it stabbed yet again.. No room to move! Taking advantage, it seemed the hollows sprung onto his frame, the wepaon loosing grip and staying stuck. The two beasts' it was lodged into seemed to be taking it for the team, the rest of them massing atop..
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Smeeko rolled 2 20-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:37 pm
A tattered, scarred, and slightly sliced Saki would abruptly appear.. Everywhere!? At least seven different images of Saki appeared surrounding the mound, each a mere after-image, the frigid haze of shuttering bodies lodging there weapon into a different beast.. Appearing whole again above the mass, he landed in sync with each and every beast below evaporating near-instantaneously. Panting from the technique before it seemed stamina was taking a toll from this previously used speed technique. He'd gone his fastest just now, exerting an entire chunk to get out of the mess and retain his promise.. He hadn't used Hirenkyaku just now. Merely a mass of his gained momentum released with the help of his reishi exertion. He'd somehow controlled his subconscious output, forcing it to give him more speed then his own technique.. his entire body was shooting the energy, causing the compressed frame a good bit of mobility. He'd never done it before, but he'd have to learn to control it better in a little while.. It'd be an emergency thing of some sort.
Now taking in a deep breath, Saki could only pant and blink every so often at the continuously growing number of enemies. They were aplenty, and possibly coming from thin air it would seem. Destroying four or five with a single strike, meant eight or nine appearing in there place, already attacking. His body was taking damage, ignored but not on purpose. Noticeable wounds or damaged areas included his arms and lower left torso. The lower left torso had suffered a strike giving thin, diagonal, cuts along the area.. Not much bleeding.. In fact, it wouldn't have been in the least bit if he weren't moving the so much! The other cuts were mere rivets, matching the bruises and markings he'd already had on his forearms and shoulders. Nothing important hit, nothing truly noticeable, unless your were persistent in picking up damage.. He could go, and that was all that mattered!
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Smeeko rolled 2 20-sided dice:
9, 16
Total: 25 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:39 pm
Not that much time had passed since his battle ensued. He was still readily accepting damage and dealing out the damage to match.. Almost. The uneven balance of damage taken and damage received wasn't too close.. A scratch meant the death of seven or eight hollows and the clearing of an entire group! Even trade if one looked at it correctly; Getting a scratch, easily ignored thanks to prior experiences, meant the Destruction of several useless enemies. Good enough trade! "I think there numbers have decreased, even just slightly. This ole' sticks got some might behind it! I like the force!" Smiling at the weapon, his dreary half closed blinked slowly.. Suddenly hearing a growl from his left side, it seemed his arms moved by themselves, swinging the weapon in a wide arched turn. his entire frame went with the flow, the blunt blade-less end of the wepaon hitting the hollow and leaving an indent.. the force then proceeded to fling the single beast into a another ground, easily side-stepping there fallen comrade to charge mindlessly. "Dumbasses..!" Talking to himself a she slowly went forward, it seemed his size allowed an easy path to traverse through strikes, ducking beneath stabs and swiping the arms off in clean movements.
By the time his maneuvering directly through them ended, each was missing two legs or arms or a mixture of both.. Growls and desperate cries of pain followed this, there bodies going limp and then disintegrating. This Zanpakuto's cleansing properties seemed to resonate and interact with his will and vigor. Even unreleased, his pure skill with the weapon's form showed true. Skill made up for a lack of spiritual power exerted from the wepaon, merely using his own forces and abilities to expand it's natural boundaries for combat. Shinigami did this with there Zanpakuto all the time.. or at least Saki thought they should; naturally interact with the weapon itself to better meld themselves to its capabilities. It made things flow easier!
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Smeeko rolled 2 20-sided dice:
16, 6
Total: 22 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:40 pm
Noticing things had simmered to a higher level he noticed his body falter more often. Though his skill never perished, his speed and force with each blow began to fade. Mere minutes ago, his blunt-end crash using Haishiro's Zanpakuto forced a hollow yards away at high speeds. Now, it merely cracked the mask, giving the Hollow last effort chances! He'd done this four times in a row now, being stabbed after each by a long-armed strike. These four strikes were in different areas, skimming his shoulders, and both sides nearing his rips. Skin had literally been torn off, but only a few thin layers. Saki's 'Psychotic Determination' laid it's innate, and inhumane effects all throughout this battle. Being stabbed left no facial expression or true exertion of any disdained noise.. None could really come to believe the child was human when these events happened however. they obviously weren't something to brush off, but how could one assess the situation.. One simply couldn't. His high pain tolerance was a worked-upon gift in disguise, given by Destruction.. It as his hidden aspect, leaked through.. His tolerance for interactions involving any sort of negative moment was higher then all others.. Soulless, emotional beings felt more physical pain then that one spirit. It was, what one could call, his true power; The Control Of Others Pain.
Not trying to think of his own spirits aspects or the part of his soul where this was born from, Saki shook his head and went forward in a blinding rush. Huffing, his wobbly steps signaled another delay and decrease in strength. Seemingly crumbling to kneel before his target, he suddenly regained his vigor with a smile, his eyes still drooped and mopped over by sweat-drenched hair. His diagonal stab pierced through the head of two hollows, shishkabobbing them both. Swinging the dead bodies on the pole, he swept them into four or five surrounding Hollows, knocking them over then sliding the two bodies into the fallen enemies. Watching them all scramble to stand, he grew a stiff pose, before flinging up his left leg, and balancing on the tip of his right legs toes. Slamming the bladed end of the spear down in sync with his foots slam, the hollows were him were crushed a good three feet into the Earth, indenting them and crushing there mask.
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Smeeko rolled 2 20-sided dice:
8, 15
Total: 23 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:43 pm
Now watching the smaller crowd spin around him in there small groups, Saki chuckled and huffed together. Hunched over and shaking his head at the ground, the child listened ever so softly to the footsteps, noticing none of them attack.. In fact, none had attacked in four hundred and ninety four.. ninety five.. ninety six seconds. Saki had counted for no reason, possibly having lost his mind. Lip syncing each number, he giggled every so often. "This time, somehow, is funner then the last. All this damage done, without even speaking to my own spirit. All this physical exertion breaking me down to the most basic state. I think I've only used enough reiastu to perform four Hirenkyaku. my body though.. it's gettin' pretty worn.. I'm gonna need medical attention once I sneak back into the Soul Society.. That or some massive sleep, and a medic.." Finishing his sentence, a claw came raging towards his head, meeting contact with a vertically placed spear. One of the spaces between it's claws was separated by the weapon, Saki leaving the weapon planted as he went on jumping at the Hollow. Punching it constantly, he noticed it not attacking, his own speed lowering it's reaction timing to the bare minimal.
Having spiritual pressure on his side, each fist was coated with a brutal amount of force, denting the mask strike after strike. Th hollow made no further noises, falling to it's back, dead.. Saki was still pounding on it though. He wasn't done, watching it's mask fragments shatter and force themselves into his knuckles, hierro shards slicing into his skin and causing blood. He was damaging himself and didn't even care.. hell, he disregarded pain so he never knew when to stop if he wasn't paying attention! he'd have pounded for the next hour if another rather large claw hadn't interrupted, stopped by his balled fist smacking it away. Having thrown the Hollow off balance, he capitalized and slammed his left leg heel into it's torso.. Athletically flipping into a stealth roll backwards, he removed his wepaon from it's protruding location and re-grew the stance he'd started with..
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Smeeko rolled 2 20-sided dice:
19, 17
Total: 36 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:46 pm
Shoulders moving up and down now, he could now see barely any foes. They were scattered, and his constant beating seemed to have unnoticeably traveled him down the caverns straight corridor. Only a bit away were the stairs, and he could feel the familiar presence of the above area.. Las Noche's labyrinth was extremely close. The only thing blocking his way was a single wall, the excess from his recent slaughter. Saki stared blankly at it, merely twisting the spear acrobatically and walking forward. Half the mass ran at him, only to run into a rotor, being diced four times over then having there remains cast aside. Saki combated the rest of the halved force with with half-hearted swipes and stabs, eliminating the forces easily. Staring amongst the abundant evaporating spiritual particles..
"Cool.. There's the stairs directly ahead." Rolling his eyes, he walked forward slowly, taking his time and looking down. Heading towards what would have seemed to be the last group, he noticed the ground beside him uproot, cracking as a single hollow growled ferociously.. Halting its screech as it began to grow and annoy him, Saki stabbed the spear into the hollow's mouth, stabbing horizontally and not curving or contorting with it's shape; He'd simply stabbed it through the head without looking. "That wasn't nice.." Treating it like a casual encounter, he continued on his slow walk towards the final entourage.
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