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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:58 pm
Dark Tournament style FTW
Basic coliseum setup, a round arena raised off of the ground made of solid Adamantium, which spans a good hundred meters in diameter. Surrounding said indestructible platform is open ground, starting with simple grass and expanding to the surrounding trees until reaching, at near a half mile distance, upward climbing sheer cliffs.
Rules are as follows;
- First off, the rules that are already posted in the main sub forum.
- Any character who touches the ground outside of the ring for more then a ten second count, or equivalent three posts (real loose on the ten count ain't it?), will be disqualified from the match. This is literal Dark Tournament style fighting. So, be aware of where you're at, judges have the right to say your character was out of bounds for to long.
- Have fun, don't godmod, not complaining and leave me the heck alone until your match is finished.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:49 pm
 I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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The wind was a sweet release across the grass plains. Long and bright green blades of vegetation swayed slowly from side to side as the air changed course. A bright blue sky lay overhead, a few stray clouds drifting towards the shining sun. With a few trees scattered with no apparent pattern, a few patches of shadow covered this meadow, and soon to be wasteland. Raised high off of the ground, the oxygen was not as abundant, breathing would be difficult for the normal shinigami, but those who were to fight were anything but normal.
The wind slowly began to twist in turn, a tormented scream as a monster began to enter slowly into the arena. The beast was none other then the captain of squad eleven. Grey eyes blared with a unforeseen glory, as it stumbled slowly towards the center of his stage. Wearing nothing but a hakama and Haori, his normally well kept hair was ricocheting back and forth, the massive blast of reiatsu from the captain unbareable. Letting out a long sigh, the demon reached into the pockets of his hakama, and pulled a few crimson objects. A small ring was placed onto each of the man's thumbs, while a large pearl necklace stained with blood was placed around his neck. The energy flow from his body seemed to decline in an instant. The lifelike hair fell down against Ketsu's shoulders, completely still now.
Letting out a snicker, the man drew his zanpakutou, his muscles flaring as the battle scars against his body seemed to all represent a story much like the one about to be experienced. Dragging the blade across the ground, it cut deep into the soil, rocks and roots of large trees ripped apart like butter, as the ground shot up in an explosion. The laughter continued as the man had finally reached the center of the battle field, raising his blade from the ground as his other followed suit. Letting out a large scream, a deep and monotone voice began to grunt loudly, a large burst of reiatsu sending a blast of pressure causing all the grass to bend to the ground. "Let there be blood!" He let out, as his long tongue licked the base of the sword, his grey eyes flickering a crimson color before returning to the subtle illumination they were before.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:32 am
"Yep. I've been sucked into a parallel universe. No need to worry.. I saw it coming. Since that fateful day at the age of seven where I picked up the guitar and said 'I'm gonna rip the space time continuum a new one with this thing'.. I just knew it'd happen. I just didn't know when.." The not-so-serious voice came from above, more so diagonally heading down from the rim of the coliseum. A blip of a child stood at the edge, arms folded and legs firmly held together. The ball of this boy's feet were placed side by side, allowing each foot to pivot out in it's own slight direction. He was obviously addressing noone in particular with his slightly comedic array of frivolous words, meant to only catch the attention of the lone man below; ahh, his opponent. This altered dimension spat such a man with an aura unrivaled by most all.. That was of course in the personality aspect revolving around that of blood lust. The evil aroma of energy seemed to slowly become distilled as it entered the young man's range. Pure spiritual energy.. And pure, unnaturally sadistic, killing intent. The show below merely functioned as but another sign of this factual observation. Despite that, this was something that could prove useful.. Useful in creating one of the most anime-esque hero entrances ever to grace such a screwed up separate plane of existence.
In the blink of an the eye he had dove forward and into the shimmering bowl of a stadium. When the explosion's debris came to rise in his path, he went to spiraling madly. His overtly fit body, yet to be revealed by sight, found itself flowing as a blur. Chunks of jagged rocks and broken, dead, wood were used as lift off platforms for the boy to continuously zig-zag through the air. His performance lasted moments, albeit it's unique and elegant display of pure physical adaptation to ones newly created surroundings. What made it a true show..? The fact that, with each lift off, more and more debris was added to shroud the atmosphere!? By the time he hit every large chunk, several mid-sized stepping stones were created; such brutal results dealt by mere steps upon makeshift platforms! Through the newly created flurry of rocks, the flash of black could be seen spinning in a reverse somersault towards the sky. Once again a blip, the boy spread his body from the flippy position and gave an uproarious shout. "THIS BURNING PASSION RUNS DEEP WITHIN' MY SOUL! WITH IT, I SHALL VANQUISH EVIL! AS THE HERO IN THE DISTANCE, I SEE ALL THREATS AND SEEK THE EVERLASTING DESTRUCTION OF THERE TYRANNY!" The booming, almost child-like, voice echoed down with a true might backing it.. With honed spiritual sense, one could almost make out the image of an entirely different persona shrouding his frame. This was the mental impression of the vast spiritual pressure he came to emit, matching the output of the man's below; the differences were completely in personality though.
With that said, a final over exaggerated pose was struck. Following it was a lengthy flotation downwards, the boy landing in a crouch several feet in front of the man. His head was down, hair shrouding sight of his entire face.. His left arm shot up in an accusing point towards the man. "Herieo Tenmoni will be the the name of this bout's victor! Trust me.. I just so happen to be Herieo Tenmoni!" A chuckle escaped the boy's mouth as the limb fell limp, back to his crouched side. Still on one knee, Herieo went to raising his head. He revealed the face of a young man.. Mid teens. Spiritual age..? Zero. Human age..? Below the legal drinking limit. This kid here looked as though he couldn't have as much experience as a new recruit; hell, some recruits looked like they were in there mid forties! This kid didn't even look eligible for a job at the local McDonalds! First impression..? An easy fight, an easy win, and a sad failure of an opponent . . . . Nahh, just kidding. He could kick a**.
On his right shoulder, wrapped about the cloth of his short uniform sleeve, was a small tablet. The insignia was of squad two; this (and the lack of Haori) implied him to be a vice captain in the separate plane where he'd shot out from (and conveniently landed at the edge of a coliseum). On his person, a Zanpakuto (or any combat weapon of any sort) was not visible; just some odd, fingerless, gloves of blue and white origin. Slits were barely visible where the knuckles were too! "Hm. Man from another dimension! I'd ask for your name but I doubt you have one.. Everyone knows that people in dimensions outside your own lack names or the ability to defeat you in pitch combat! Heheh, in that case.." The dust and grass beneath the boys feet went to suddenly spiraling, elegantly making itself known about the boy's immediate area. He stood within a solemn stance, turned slightly and looking towards the man. ".. Just make the first move!" And that was it; the ultimate entrance.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:27 pm
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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It was true, they truly were in another plain of existence. In this dimension the opponent was always some sort of child. Someone who always appeared to have a false sense of security, and of course, a sad failure of an opponent. Nahh. just kidding. Ketsu could tell this guy could kick a**. Watching the flips in the air, the elegant display of his speed, squad two was the only thing that came to mind. The enigma the man wore proclaimed this. Speed would he his game, and he would be able to deal small hits, nothing that the pure strength of Ketsu couldn't resolve in an instant. The flips for the entrance the man made was starting to get slightly annoying, and clenching his zanpakutou tightly, he resisted the urge to cut the pesk in half. "My name is Ketsu Eki, captain of squad eleven. I came here to prove my might towards you. And there will no victor to this fight, you damned fool. When combat is involved the only victory is to the devil, who washes himself in our blood. Now I will feed that devil with yours." A small bit of laughter began to fill the face of the demon, a maniacal grin covered his frown, and his hands began to shake.
"Your so tiny! I... I am astounded! You carry an equal amount of reiatsu, and yet you seem to have control. " Ketsu did not mention his own reiatsu far exceeded that of a normal captain, he didn't need to, it would be apparent soon. Letting out a large sigh, the ground around his feet seemed to compress and expand, each breath a signal to them, Ketsu's eyes were slowly closing, as a very light amount of reiatsu began to fall out of his body, sinking towards the ground, and rising into the air, before sinking back down, continuing this cycle while the deep breathing continued. "Herieo Tenmoni... I am ready to begin our match."
Opening his eyes, there was something different in them. No longer a demon, this man was a god, stepping closer to his opponent with his blade held at his side, shining with a dark crimson reiatsu. The rings on the man's hands were also glowing, the blood on the inside moving rapidly within. A scarlet light growing larger as Ketsu approached him, each foot step seeming to take a minute, although in reality he was nearly sprinting. The closer he got, the more his smile grew, until he was only a few yards away from his target, his smile was now gone, there was no zanpakutou on his enemy. The man fought with gloves. He would need far more then some silly gauntlets to defeat a blade.
Pulling his blade back, Ketsu went forward to attack, but as he slashed, his legs seemed to shift position, a warning for what was to come. Appearing behind the squad two runt, Ketsu let a slash of his blade reach towards the mans back, before a shunpo to a nearby tree moved him from combat. It was only a test, an attack that was sure to fail if the man who he fought had talent. Of course if he didn't, then this truly was a waste of his time.
With his blade now resting limply in his right hand, Ketsu jumped down from the branch he was perched upon, kicking up dust as he hit the adamantium platform. a droplet of blood fell slowly from the tip of the zanpakutou. Licking it softly, he began to laugh. "You get far to excited my friend, don't bleed before you even cut anything." The blood that crawled from the blade began to dissipate, and for a moment, the grey eyes that stared at Herieo were crimson.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 7:36 pm
Herieo's immediate response to the man's first statement was a change in expression; As it turns out.. this man had a name. Ya' know what else..? He spoke in tongues and of the devil's food poisoning or some s**t in that category of speech. The jumbled words he heard (going through one ear, making a cycle through the nasal path, and then swerving neatly out of the other) only said that he was a lunatic who wanted him to convert to wrist-cutting, devil blood giving for the pleasures of a metaphorical entity. What made it all the more creepy..? The fact that he had one of those cliche' 'Creepy Man' laughs that made you feel like your neighbor (Mr. Rogers) was eavesdropping while you stepped out of the shower. "Ohhh.. kaaay! Mister Ketsu, and I can assume that's mister spelled m-i-s-t-e-r, I hope your not too hopeful in me joining your cul- WHAT THE HELL?! YOU JUST CALL ME TINY?! Mother fu-" Before the macho flexing could begin, Herieo's inflamed eyes (fueled by the pre-mentioned Burning Passion) caught site of a brief array of movements. This man had, albeit lately, taken initiative to accept his request for the first attack to be made. Herieo responded with an angered grit of his teeth, his body reacting to the charging gesture with a battle pose. His legs spread out from each other into an L-Stance, common in many modern martial arts styles; his arms went to either side of his turned body, his left arm pointing out and clenched vertically. The right was curled into his side, only the fist visible at the side of his rib cage. His piercing gaze caught sight of the feet positionings, taking full note in there movement throughout the sprint. His steady eyes stayed set up till the shift, both orbs widening as the blade would come around his unmoving stare.
Herieo unnaturally adept reactions were to move forward, athletically ducking into the space within his L stance. He was balanced comfortably, his right hand palm face down to stable his positioning. From hear, he looked on through his legs.. There, slightly visible, was the man on a tree branch in the distance. Speed..? Check. Ability to nick him..? Also check. Herieo's srs busness gaze was set on the man, his body still awkwardly positioned from having dodged a very large percent of the attack's damage dealing properties. Nonetheless, a tuffle of the cloth on the back of his uniform was risen.. Within the confines of the slightly revealing crevice was a thin slit. Blood, at this point, wasn't coming out.. N'aww, small wounds didn't always bleed. It took movement or some s**t like gravity to make that kinda thing happen. It'd do it later of course.
"Okay, so he's quick..? No big deal. I'm quick too." With that thought in mind, he went to pushing up with his stabling hand. He broke the L-Stance and turned in time to witness yet another release of energy accompanied by a shout and laugh. "I'd have to be an idiot to not grasp thought of the massive hint she's been giving me; it's pretty obvious, at this point, that he's got a violence fetish and may be a user of blood." Still silent, Herieo nodded to himself and began to develope a small mass of energy within his right hand's palm.. Spiritual energy, slowly, spiraled about his arm as a livid blue streak. With his palm facing the man, his serious expression finally changed; it was a grin.
Pew pew! Pe-kawww! Broooooooooooowww! Duh-duh-duh-duh duh dut! Breaker breaker, we're under fire from some basketball sized orbs of intentionally harmful spiritual energy! Yeah. If that didn't do it for ya', this translation would do fit to help; Herieo quickly shot up his palm, allowing the energy to gather and near instantaneously form an orb in his outstretched finger's grasp. He would, upon complete formation, fire off this orb.. And repeat the process in rapid succession. Rapidly fired off were these bolts of kidou-esque spiritual energy, projected in varied paths towards Ketsu. It was time to assess this man's style of combat, despite already having a pretty well idea of what the hell kinda guy he was when it came to attacking another; by throwing mid to long ranged attacks at him, he could quickly get an idea of what his main manner of attacking would be. Herieo already held a very likely idea in mind; this guy seemed like the straightforward type to come with his blade in hand and his spiritual pressure on high. In preparation, Herieo had his own aurora growing with each passing moment.. The blaze of light blue energy continuously swirled in a visible manner, making itself apparent to those who wished to take note.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:00 pm
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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Ketsu was surprised. Either he had caught him off guard, or the man truly wasn't as fast as believed. It got him. Wow, barely a cut, but it got him all the same. He had better step up his game. If he doesn't. I don't want to see the remains of this kid. Thinking to himself, a swirling ball shot past the man's face, the tip of his bangs cut as he moved out of the way. The smell of his burning hair was a little much, causing the captain to have to move it out of the way. As his hand slid across the maim, another ball shot forward, this one a little off. He was getting serious. This was going to be a long fight, to expell such an attack this early was foolish, he would not recoil with a similar attack. Turning slightly, Ketsu used the tree as a cover, moving down the base of the tree, as the balls of reiatsu shot against the tree, breaking the trunk apart.
THUMP! The tree fell savagely to the ground, kicking up dirt and dust, tree bark falling around in a tempest, The attacks from the so called hero were now finished, Ketsu no where in the wreckage. A loud and hoarse cough was heard from a few yards away, as Ketsu sniffed the dust, sneezing as his eyes watered slightly. "Wow...destructive s**t there. Almost took my head off." He was laughing, his blade in hand, and not a scratch on his body, besides the burnt hair and the dust that covered him. There was only one problem, Ketsu appeared to be panting.
"That... was accelerated probability. Damn lot of concentration. Doesn't take much strength to use, but it takes a toll on this thing." Hitting himself lightly on the head, he was pointing to his skull. "My mind works in a blur, and my body just moves accordingly." Slashing the air with ease, the dust that covered the arena instantly shot into the air, in all directions. It was gone. Ketsu was breathing softer again, smiling at his opponent. It was a good attack, it was time to show a better one.
Holding out his blade, Ketsu began to run at his opponent. His blade was shining with reiatsu, although the captain seemed to have his still held back. Right directly in front of the man, Ketsu slashed downward, and quickly side stepped to the left, slashing again at Herieo's torso. Examining the man close up, he was very short. Like abnormally short. So so short. Astounding, how short he could be. Ketsu was pretty sure that Herieo came in the miniature size, and that the full size could be purchased for an extra $15.99. Backing up a few feet, Ketsu held his blade in a defensive position, his blade shining with that ominous reiatsu, he was preparing for something. The ground began to pulsate, Ketsu's eyes shining red briefly before returning to its normal grey. He was frowning, and was no longer growling like a beast. He looked oddly calm.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 6:55 pm
Herieo held a proud grin, excited to see the effects he'd managed to force out of his opponent. Despite not dealing damage (which wasn't planned in the first place) he'd forced out a bit of non-physical personality; the battle aspects had come into play. His extremely attractive captain had a tendency to stand there being hot say very important things that he usually forgot for one reason or another.. one comment he could always remember though was something he'd read completely out of her context and within the manual of Tekken or something.. He lip synced this robotically memorized phrase. "Characters are played with differently! Try and find a style that fits you and use it to your full advantage! Don't forget to learn other's styles and how to confront them too; it'll help you in becoming the ultimate fighter!" Yeah, this dumbo did in fact get his words of wisdom from video game booklets.. instead of the woman there to mentor him. Hey, he wasn't dead and he'd gotten strong enough to hold his known..? It was simply a "Puh-tato, Puh-tot-o" case.
Now, before this young man, was the sight of a fallen tree and some uproarious debris. He'd done the expected damage, as mentioned before; at least to the terrain. His opponent, Ketsu, was somewhere over to the side coughing. The sign of a true bad-a** of course! It showed personality to skillfully maintain composure mid-assault, to the point that normal things such as an increased pollen count could effect you. Words followed this show of a slightly unique persona; they told of the ability he'd just witnessed (and been explained to about), further giving him insight as to how he worked. Okay, it was time admit he was wrong. Unlike Herieo, this guy had some sort of.. brain..? Yeah, that's it.. This guy had the ability to think effectively and assess, just as (ironically) he'd went to do mere moments ago. Now, things were changing flow. As words came to close, an attack was becoming apparent. Herieo responded with little movement, simply sliding his feet back to a more spread positioning. That mucky, blood drunk, aura was heavily setting in, coming closer as it's owner followed suit. Once within range, the first attack came. The downward slash was dodged swiftly, and narrowly; the following attack, however, had proven to be a bit of a surprise. The sweeping, horizontal-ish, motion meant to hit his torso was allowed to make a slitting incision. The chest of Herieo's uniform was slashed into, his body moving backwards to help move away from the blow he knew he'd be too late to full escape.
The result..? An uneasy gash, blood flowing outwards in a not-so-dramatic fashion. Herieo had recovered in full stance, sighing once and with both hands to his sides; the reiastu-enhanced blow proved to be.. pretty effective! Despite only having been hit by an attack a normal blade wouldn't have done much of a noticeable bit of damage with, Herieo saw that his wound was of mild interest. It wasn't like the first slit, barely there and not to be considered much of a trivial matter. Nahh, this attack made it obvious that he'd been hit.. No time to worry bout' it though. He was a tough mega cookie cookie and was known for going through combat with several wounds around this size. Herieo was good to go, building reiastu for his retaliation; both fist were brought up, fingers clenched and in a tight ball. A heavy aura began to fade off of there forms with a corrosive shape about them. The heroic presence from the start returned, stronger then before, and very much inspired to do some damage. The young man would charge forth with his arms outstretched on either side of his body. His hands, slowly, opened to reveal some deeply whitened palms. From the epicenter of his hands, energy was formulating; the same attack from before was being performed in it's original manner. Heroic effort, after all, was meant to be an attack for close combat destruction and obliteration. If he was succesful in getting in range, Herieo would attempt to deliever two awkwardly placed blows.
The left fist would go for the center of the block, directly on the flat of the blade (whether it be vertically or horizontally placed in Ketsu's hands). The other hand would be going for the guard area. Two pre-planned assaults on the defense would allow for the gathered energy to be expelled with malicious intent backing them; the man had chosen to defend and if he believed in his block, he'd have quite a rude awakening from the brutish runt he was facing. Herieo didn't have strength. He was strength. His expectation was a surprising blow that would prove as a guard breaker and distance-maker; the force would be enough to send Ketsu skidding back at least four or five feet, giving the boy room to escape the debris and thrust forward for a second, semi-similar, assault made up of an assortment of well aimed melee strikes for the torso.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:42 pm
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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[3] ((I AM VERY SORRY!!!! INTERNET WAS FIXED TODAY!))
"Hey Bud, you alright there? You seem to be bleeding." A large smile formed over the scarred and wretched face of Ketsu Eki. The stench of power was beginning to grow, not just the original flow of force they had both revealed, but now how they used it in a battle was showing. The zanpakutou gloves that were Herieo's weapons had a hint of power in them, the strength that was represented by them was similar. Power overwhelming was no where close to what was about to happen. Close range, the specialty of what seemed to be both of them, although with the tricks represented by Ketsu, he would manipulate the medium range as well with the next event.
Crash. A large blast of power shot up Ketsu's arm as he felt the strength of a fist against his blade, launching his blade into the ground, a large blast of rubble flew high into the air, as Ketsu felt a sharp pain against his foot, a slight cut against his middle toe, another scar, another day. As the blood flowed gently onto the ground, it was being attracted like a magnet to the shining blade of Hateshiganai. The second attack was coming quickly, striking at the torso of the captain, only to feel the hot blade covered in blood, the shining rings on Ketsu's fingers glowing. A trembling in his arms showing his fatigue. "s**t... you almost broke me there." Looking at the ground, he had been pushed back quite a few yards, although there was no damage besides the lost of reiatsu to move his blade at such ridiculous speeds. Waving his blade in front of him for only a moment, blood mixed with reiatsu launched forward in a crescent shape towards Herieo, Ketsu's eyes glowing bright red for a moment. The crimson was solid, like a blade filled with pure destruction. "Slash of blood!" Ketsu yelled, the tip of his blade shining with hateshiganai's power for only a moment. The blade flew forward quickly, with Ketsu's reiatsu focusing on the left side of the flow of power, causing it to spin into a sort of fan, still launching forward. The density unable to be forseen, the reiatsu flow only a slight difference, just enough to cause the balance to shift repeatedly.
Jumping back, Ketsu felt a sharp pressure against his hand. I held a hand against the blade when he hit me with that second strike. The thought echoed through his head, looking quickly at his right hand, he was thankful. Habit had forced him to switch to his good hand, his right had a small bruise forming over the palm. His blade now in his left hand, Ketsu's stance had a more open feel, multiple spots in which a blade would be able to reach, and even more spots for those gauntlets. He was getting cocky, as he let one leg move swiftly forward, his other sliding to the side as he began to crouch slowly, the necklace that sat on his neck glowing fiercely, a beast trying to get out.
"Now shall we finish this?" He uttered, the ring on his right hand instantly shining brightly before all glowing features on it left. A large red blast of light instantly rose Ketsu's reiatsu to beyond that of before, and at a constant flow. "You don't like details, let me just tell you, that I have very little control of reiatsu, and this one holds about... twelve and a half percent of my reiatsu. So that is released. With this and all other sealed, I have half of my power exactly. Now I have sixty... something." Slashing multiple times from his blade, the blood within the unsealed ring was drawn to his blade instantly, multiple slashes of blood headed towards the human at insane speeds, although not as strong as the original, the speed rivaled that of a lightning bolt striking.
"One more blow..." Ketsu uttered, as he looked within the ring, very little blood remaining, to gather more, a further form would be required. I will save it... for now. That blood will come in handy. running his right hand over the blade, he cut open the bruise as blood fell onto the blade, filling the silver blade until it looked a red color towards the tip. Turning his entire body, he placed both hands on the weapon, and began to swing it like a bat. "IMA FIRIN MEH LAZORS!" He screamed, a gigantic blast of reaitsu and blood leaving the blade, sending Ketsu back onto his a**. "Ow..." He uttered, without using his shikai, using that attack took a lot of reiatsu. The wave of blood was overpowering, breaking apart everything in its path, although the speed far below impressive.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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