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 Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:05 pm
 Old Yata swatter the four blows away with hibiki, showing little effort in doing so, before channeling his spiritual powers into one hand and releasing it directly in front of the young Vizard. The blow itself would cause no real bodily damage, but the force of the blow was as if a maelstrom sized gale were released all at once upon the Vizards body. He then stood straight again, turning his old neck around too watch as foolish Shiro's body became impaled by the un-noticed blow. "Young Elika you may finish...it, but make it so that any other who ever attempts such treachery will remember It as an example. Show what happens to those who violate the rules of our society." Old Yata's voice was hard and stead fast, not showing no remorse in his decision as he slowly turned his eyes back on Takashi. "Young Tenrai, finish off the straggler with no reservation.." Old Yata's eyes turned towards little Ike as hibiki merged back into it's sealed staff form. "Young Ike, ensure that they do not escape, however slim that chance may be." Old Yata then turned his back upon the whole battle, his spiritual power falling back till there was nothing left to be felt from the old Shinigami except for his aggravation from this whole matter.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 2:06 pm
Takashi hit the ground and slid a few yards before stopping. It was strange however. He laid there expecting some kind of pain to kick in. It never did. Was it the mask? Who knew. "GET UP!" He suddenly heard in his head. "Don't you dare just sit there and let them beat you around like a ball. You use to be a Captain, off the 11th no less! Now look what you've been reduced to, all because you aren't really fighting! No, it's because you see them as mutuals still... throw it away, all of it! Les you be destroyed, and Byaku runs free!" It was Okami. Her voice had changed a little, but it was still reconizable. He stood, without word nor warning, his head facing down. "Was really hoping to not have to use this, however..." She was right, he was holding back. He was just charging, without a moment's thought; not his usual pattern of attack. Now he had nothing to loose, and everything to gain. He would either escape or die, either option leaving him to never walk the paths of Soul Society again.
He nodded, it was time. He raised his zanpactou horizontally infront of his chest, with his left index and middle fingers near the tip of the blade. His feet were shoulder wight apart. "Ban....kai..." There was nothing... at first, then a wave of silver-colored spirit energy exploded from his body, creating a fairly large crater beneath him. The winds started to change and slowly grow into a howling gale. The blade of his zanpactou grew white, then shattered. Red runes appeared on his forehead and the top of both his hands. His hair flashed and became a white color. The blade itself pulled spirit energy from the surrounding area and grew about only one and a half times the size of his shikai. His ears pointed, and fangs grew from his mouth. The mask itself rose and tilted to the side, resting on the top right of Takashi's head. He cracked his neck, and the auraing spirit energy seemed to implode into his body.
Now whomever stood in his way, rookie and veteran alike, would die. That was the mindset Takashi had to keep. He lowered the bankai to his side and began to walk foreward.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 4:35 pm
 Soma appeared in the area after using Shunpo to get there. Once Soma got there he looked at everything that was going on and smiled and kept his hands in his pockets as he looked at Yata.
"Yata-taicho, You can leave the rest to me. You don't have to fight anymore. If anything ill take care of the rest."
As Soma said that he looked at Takashi and Shiro. Shiro was injured and about to die while Takashi was about meet the same fate. It was simple if they wanted to live they shouldn't have become Vizards in the first place.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:44 pm
Ike heard what Old Yata said to him while Ike fighting Shiro. "Yes, Old Yata. I will do it." He is waiting on Shiro If he going to attack him again.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:48 pm
((If that's the case, I'll be taking my leave of the area. Either way, the fight's over completely, and this WILL continue to stur drama, which I don't wish to read anymore.))
((Some time after Soma's entrance))
It felt good, then wind in his face. Takashi looked up, not a cloud in the sky, not anymore. He stood on the very edge of a cliff, maybe about half a mile above the ground. He had evaded the Captains somehow, but seat officers had him 'conered', and he both looked and felt like s**t. Broken bones and gashes covered his entire body, not one part of him felt at ease. Blood even covered the eye opposite of his mask. Takashi finally faced the shinigami, grinned, extended his blooded arms cross fasion, then fell backwards. He fell for about ten seconds, just enjoying the breeze, then a gate appeared and opened below him. He fell through, and once gone, the gate closed and disappeared.
He had lived.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 9:20 am
Aisu appeared beside Soma simply sighing as to the situation. Thingsreally had been to hectic recently.
"Soma.... we need to speak after."
He said focusing on what was still happening.
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