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 Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:26 pm
Setting:
An open field, nothing too fancy. It is far removed from society, sitting in the middle of nowhere. Tall grass, yellowed by months in the sun, sway as the stalks are licked by a constant cool breeze, making the acres of grain undulate like a golden sea. There are some sparsely spaced trees around, but not many.
In the center of the field, the sun shining directly over head as it beat down on the earth with it's golden rays, Razil sat down in the tall grass. He sat cross-legged in meditation, waiting for his Captain to make her appearance. He had been surprised when she sent him the message, saying to meet her here, and wondered what it was all about.
It is not in my duties to question, only perform. he thought, returning to the solitude of his mind. The grass blew about him, and the breeze caressed his face like a lovers hand. He felt refreshed by the surroundings, and relaxed his tense body ever so slightly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:41 pm
Razil didn't have to wait long, Yuki was there shortly. In the three years she had known him, he had preformed excellently at his duties as a third seat, holding his own against all odds and teaching lower seats. In times of need such as now they needed more people like him. It was time he got his reward for all his hard work... Besides, the world was going to need more powerful defenders soon.
She had left her captain's haiori behind, wearing her old sleeveless and backless shirt that showed off hundreds of burn marks, most of them recent from fighting with Captain Fefnir. She carried what looked like a strange cardboard cutout.
Stopping directly behind Razil, careful to make no sound she waited for him to realize her arrival and end his meditation peacefully. Normally she would kick him in the pants and rudely start things off, but she had just finished with Fafnir again, so she was still exhausted, as the circles under her eyes showed, and polite... for now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:53 pm
A smile split Razil's face, an unseen smile due to the mask that covered his chin and mouth. He took a breath, and sighed.
"No need to be shy, Yuki-Taicho. I am not a novice at sensing spirit-aura's"
Razil planted his palms into the ground and stood up, turning around as he did. He noticed the large object that she carried...almost encumbering her due to her small stature...and couldn't help but gaze curiously.
After a moment, his eyes snapped back to his Captain, and he asked the obvious question.
"With respect, Yuki-Taicho. Why have you summoned me here?"
His hand idly felt the hilt of his Zanpakuto from where it protruded behind his back, tracing the pattern of the thread as it weaved in and out of itself, alternating from black to blood-red.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 11:12 pm
Yuki dropped the cutout onto the floor, streaching with a huge yawn. Obviously she was really tired... the fights with fefnir always took a lot out of her. For a second she seemed to ignore Razil's question, but when she was done streaching she looked him streight in the eye.
"Your ready for bankai, simple as that... And in times like this I don't have time to train you day in day out for months on end..."
she said, not bothering to suger coat it at all. Her voice was bland, as if she couldn't muster enough energy to spare on petty emotions.
"You have two options... Option one, you have three days. If you don't have bankai by then, you die."
she let that statment hang for a moment, half too tired to move to option two, and half wanting to give him a moment to take all the information in.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 3:03 pm
There was a pause as Razil took this into account, and his grin spread wider.
"Bankai, hmm? Well there is no way I could pass up an opportunity like this."
He looked at the cut-out with fresh enthusiasm, realizing what it was for.
"However, what is my second option?"
((Sorry for the short post, I couldn't think of anything substantial to say besides "great!...whats the other option?" xd ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 3:08 pm
(( :: laughs:: thats fine, it happens sometimes.))
Yuki was a little surprised that the kid didn't have a more extatic reaction, but then again, he was a soldier, and one of the best out there so she should have expected nothing less from him. With a lazy roll of her head to crack her neck and get some more blood flow to the brain she continued.
"Option two, I rip your Zanpacto spirit out by force and give you four days before you die, if you don't get bankai."
She crossed her arms, a glare settling across her face as if she wanted him to chose how much time he had to live soon, before she chose for him. And with a look like that bets where it would be a painful way to go.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 12:19 pm
Razil contemplated the second option, his eyes narrowing into narrow slits. He considered Katana Fungeki, and which path he would prefer, not to mention Razil's own personality and what would be condusive...
Reaching a desicion, he looked back up at Yuki with fire in his eyes.
"Somehow, ripping him out seems rather...brutish. I will take the three days, I tend to do well under pressure anyways."
Razil brought his Zanpakuto up from where he grasped it in his right hand, planting the tip in the ground. He ran his hand down the sheat, and it dissolved into dark particles, leaving the black blade naked and gleaming dully.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 9:25 pm
(( Sorry I havn't posted, I couldn't bring myself to use that POS Keyboard anymore than I had to. But I finally got my laptop going again. ))
A glance at Razil as he spoke of her techniques being brutish made it obvious that it was brutish. But with a roll of her eyes she consented to letting him have it his way, after all it was his funeral. She grabbed his wrist and forced it over the doll that lay flat on the ground, before he could react he forced his blade to stab the doll.
"Good luck"
She said, with a solemn voice as she shunpoed away to get out of firing range; Some Zanpactos where cranky after being summoned.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 7:11 pm
((No worries, gave me time to finish an 8 page research paper on Nazi Doctors xd ))
Lesson 4: Desecration
Razil stared at the tip of his blade embedded in the doll. Yuki's action had been so quick that he didn't have quite the time to comprehend what had happened before the hole started emitting a dark smoke. Razil smiled slightly
"I was going to do that myself you know." He said, knowing she was still in range of hearing him.
The smoke began billowing out more and more, soon engulfing the doll in a black cloud. Razil let go of the hilt and leaped back a few paces, warily watching the spot he had left . Black jets shot out of the crux between the doll and the sword, wrapping around the ivory surface like so many dark vipers, a burst of energy then spiraled upwards, concealing the doll from view.
When the air cleared, Katana Fungeki stood, tall and menacing in his lacerated black cloak and cowl covering the black glowering eyes and emaciated form. His head turned from side to side as he took in the environment, and after a moment he finally looked at Razil, whom by now had made a quick bow, and was approaching.
The lowering sun painted the sky blood-red, and the clearing became dead-quiet. The animals, sensing the power of the Spirit had all fled in fear of what was to come. The Spirit hissed menacingly when Razil finally reached him, and his eyes flashed a dark hue.
Razil knelt before him, not wanting to provoke his anger...the Spirit tended to be a little touchy at times, Razil sometimes thought it was in fact female...
A growl escaped Fungeki's covered lips, before he spoke.
Well boy, I see for once you have brought me out into your own world.
his head spun about disdainfully, taking in the tall grass and the setting sun.
...Putrid, as expected.
Ignoring the jibe, Razil stood up and looked into the depths of the cowl, formulating what he was going to say next.
"I take you know why you are here then, master?"
For tea and biscuits? The spirit replied, one could feel the sneer under his hood.
Again, ignoring the comments, Razil walked a few feet away, staring at the crimson sky.
"Soul Society was attacked." e said shortly, and not spinning around.
"The Arrancar came with floods of Menos, we were overrun though we killed many." A sigh escaped his lips and he turned, looking once more at the Spirit.
"We will strike back and return to ourselves what is rightfully ours, but the Shinigami that are left aren't strong enough. If we are to return to The Sereitei, we must all get stronger." Here Razil stopped and waited, looking at Fungeki for a response.
The Spirit sighed and turned his head towards the barn, where the rest of the Shinigami were sheltered. Fluctuations in spirit aura were felt as some came and went, under it all were the same base emotions: pain, sorrow, and anger.
Yes Razil, I know why I am here.
The Shinigami was openly startled, it was the first time the Spirit had called him by his name.
They were both silent for a moment
The Spirit turned his back suddenly and walked a few feet to the north, he brought his right arm across his chest, then paused.
There is nothing more to say except that I think you are ready. Besides, if you don't survive, the more words I say will just add to the pain.
Razil's face softened, this was also the first time Fungeki had shown any trace of emotion besides contempt, never mind treat him as a true friend.
He swallowed his emotions, stood up straight and saluted.
"I am ready master, and I will not fail you."
The Spirit looked at Razil for a moment over his shoulder, then nodded. He swept his right arm across his chest.
As he did, just for an instant, the world seemed to stop, like a skip in a bad magnetic tape. After that split second, things seemed...different somehow. Then, as Razil watched, the Spirit began to dissolve into a fine black smoke, twisting ever up into the heavens. A voice resounded in the cavity of Razil's mind like dark lightning:
I once faced an entire army by myself and proved victorious, now it is you turn. Prove yourself worthy of my powers, and you will know how to truly be a swordsman.
Black smoke billowed from the ground and tall grass, joining the dissipating body of Katana Fungeki as it spiraled up. Then shapes appeared, thin, white, and lumpy. They were unrecognizable at first, but as the smoke continued to rise, more and more objects were suddenly littering the ground. Razil realized with a shock what they were. His eyes flitted up to the sun still suspended in the sky, painting it the color of blood
It was in the same position it had been ten minutes ago.
As the body of the first dead soldier materialized, Razil couldn't help but grin...the Spirit had brought the Death Realm here.
His eyes roamed the field as more and more bodies became tangible, until the area was literally covered in them, various weapons littering the ground where they were dropped, the corpses mere bones inside rotted armor and cloth.
it was then that Razil became aware of a smell, the putrid smell of rotting flesh. He looked down and his eyes widened with astonishment and horror. The bones of the nearest skeleton were expunging a viscous red fluid, and it was boiling it's way down the rotted remains. All around him, every dead soldier began to exude the same substance, which in turn rand down arms, necks, and exposed rib-cages. Razil realized what it was doing, as he watched muscle tissue and the joint in a nearby elbow reconstruct itself. He backed away slowly, knowing what was happening. After a time, the first soldier stood up, armor clanking against itself, rusted pike brandished about it's head. More and more of them rose, until the field was filled with the recent dead. Their skin was ash gray, where it showed through gaps in armor and tears in clothes, and their eyes burned black.
These are not mere undead. Thought Razil, as he studied the army amassed in front of him.
They are much as they were when alive, still professional soldiers, but they obey a new master now. He had noticed the eyes, and knew of only one thing in both worlds that had them. Razil opened his mouth wide and howled, letting loose his Zaigou as he did so. Black reiatsu swirled over him and blasted outwards, carbonizing the vegetation around him. He stood before the army, hands twitching daring them to move. There was easily a thousand of them probably more than that. The first line took a step, then another, and then the whole mass was marching, jogging, running towards Razil, arms brandished high, mouths open in a silent scream. Razil stood against the onslaught, palm slowly reaching around and circling around his swords hilt, gripping it tightly.
He waited for the storm.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 7:38 pm
Background music (Lacuna Coil: Our Truth)The ground trembled, like an ancient earthquake. The sky burned down red as blood. The shrill whisper of steel against leather sounded, and the first wave was upon him. Razil drew his sword with a slithering ring, cutting the first man in half at the waist as he did so. He then jumped straight up and forward, bringing his fist up and then down, striking the ground while unleashing a blast of energy, blowing those nearby onto their behinds, where they were trampled by the next wave of armored men.
Razil flourished his blade, and began the age-old dance. He spun from foe to foe, first with a diagonal parry across the chest, followed with a sweeping motion behind him to counter an axe. The same seep cut a pike-man's face in half, the top half sliding down a bloody ramp. As the body fell Razil grabbed it and spun it over his left flank, letting it absorb the five arrows that were whistling towards him. Their steel heads embedded in the body, and Razil flung it forward, knocking back a group of swordsman bearing down on him. He spun again and sunk his sword deep into ones gut, pulling it down and tearing him from belly to groin. Razil was gone before the blood hit the dirt, leaping up and over the heads of several more soldiers. He spun as he did, unleashing long blades from nimble fingers and following them with his eyes as they each found a skull to bite into. He landed with a kick, allowing another burst of energy to disintegrate the lower half of an archer.
The ground shook as if an elephant were approaching, and Razil looked up to behold the biggest thing he had ever seen now running full tilt towards him. It looked like some sick deity had stuck together a hippopotamus and a silver-back gorilla, then gave the result human growth hormones. The only way Razil could describe what approached him now was whit one word: ogre.
The huge mass of flesh was wearing a large plate of steel over it's chest and a helmet, in it's arm was a gigantic double-headed axe. The beast swung it down, carving a trench several feet deep into the ground and driving a cloud of dust into the air. Razil began to dash towards the advancing giant, zigzagging across the shattered earth, spinning and slashing the throats of enemies that got in his way as he ran. As he got within range, the hulking beast howled and swung down again, attempting to split Razil in two like so many pieces of firewood. Razil spun to the side and leaped up onto the giants arm as it stuck in the earth. He ran up the bicep, dragging the razor-sharp edge of his sword long it as he ran, carving a crimson line across the muscle. The monster howled and reared up, letting go of the axe in the process. Razil reached the neck and was almost thrown of, as the writhing creature bucked like a stallion. he held on using the thing's helmet, an stabbed a long dagger right into the neck. The beast reared up, shrieking at the blade now embedded in him. Razil quickly drew a knife, plunged it into the giants back, and let gravity take him down the curve of the back, splitting the flesh as he went like a rotten curtain.
He landed with a thud, feeling the ground under vibrate as the giant fell, never to rise again. Another blade came down, this time a long-sword, Razil deflected it, and came back with a slash to the gut, spilling the mans entrails. Razil spun in a circle, unleashing whips of reiatsu that cut, shredded, and decimated the bodies of whoever was near. Layering more reiatsu over his feet to increase his speed, he ran headlong at the nearest foe and punched him, sending all the force of his flying body into the blow. The man flew back as if he had been struck by a train, soaring twenty feet before hitting the ground, his crushed cuirass ringing like a bell. Razil aimed his two fore-fingertips over his shoulder, letting loose a reido blast that atomized the squad of swordsmen that had been sneaking up on him. He stood up, glad for the momentary reprieve. He cracked his neck, then parried another blow. The assault again bore down on him.
Razil burst out of the melee, now holding twin swords. He jumped and spun, landing on his heels and sliding backwards to a stop.
"Desecrate, Katana Fungeki!" wave of black reido energy shoot from the swing of the black blade, eradicating a column of advancing soldiers. Suddenly, the sky turned black as a literal hail of arrows descended on Razil like a swarm of angry locusts. He brought up a blade vortex just in time, only letting one arrow through to graze his calf. He let the wound bleed freely, as he held the barrier against the assauly, watching mulched arrows fly this way and that. It finally stopped, and Razil let the wave of energy that had gathered around him fly outward, pushing back the endless tide of sword bearing soldiers. He stopped, took a breath and leveled his black blade at the horde, the white held reverse in his left. He charged.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 11:07 pm
The battle continued as such for a large stretch of time, Razil lost track of the number of swordsmen, pike men, and archers he slew somewhere around the 763rd count. Hours were meaningless, as was thinking, it was all just hack and slash, bile and blood and bone, to survive at all costs. Razil was a skilled fighter, arguably the most skilled swordsman the Sereitei had, considering his weapon master background, but even he could not block everything. Razil had sustained several wounds during combat, there was an arrow-head embedded in his shoulder when a stray shot caught him, and a red line ran from his right hip to the very bottom of his ribcage, when a pike just barely scratched him. Aside from this, his flesh was pockmarked by numerous small holes and cuts, and his complexion was gray from the dust and exhaustion.
Still he fought on against the endless tide, sending heads, arms, legs, and various unrecognizable bits of flesh flying from him and their previous owners. Catching a sword blade over his head, he stabbed with his second sword and ran the soldier in question through. He whipped it out and straight back, the blade lengthening and turning into a long, razor-chain as it went. It wrapped around the necks and faces of several other enemies, all Razil had to do was give a slight tug, and he turned them into hamburger meat. His black blade was a bo staff at the moment, with embedded blades along the length of it. In his right hand the staff spun and struck, spraying blood and teeth at every strike. Every time he brought either weapon down, it was another soldier who fell, headless or otherwise into the bloodstained dirt, sometimes even two or three per strike. Yet still the endless savage waves assailed him, beating to and fro across the field, forcing Razil to run when their concentration became too great. He caught a flying arrow on his wrist guard, grabbed a man by the throat in the same motion, and shoved him over an oncoming lance, impaling the poor b*****d where he stood. Using a moments reprieve, Razil gathered his energies into himself and concentrated on an idea he had been formulating. Reaching into himself, he found the central node that held his primal powers, and let it loose, embracing the Zaigou state. When the dust cleared, Razil stood encircled in black flame and lightning, skin tinged a dark red and eyes glowing dark violet. His swords had become razor-sharp claws that extended half a dozen inches from his hands, and his body was covered in white plates that all had a piercing tip, either at the knees, elbows, or feet.
"Predator form, initiating." he murmured, letting the feral instincts take over. As the assault once more closed in, Razil let out a snarl and lunged into action, tearing into the ranks with his clawed hands. The effect was spectacular, he cleaved muscle from bone, and limbs from central body masses. Every howl was the unleashing of a lethal reido beam from a choice of several appendages, always resulting in the death of dozens of more of the strange golems. Slowly, ever so slowly, in fact so slowly that only a person Zaigou state would have noticed, but the numbers began to dwindlw, and shrink, until only a few hundred of the soldiers were left, a motley collection of swordsmen and lancers, mediocre compared to the thousands that had risen hours before. Razil danced and skipped at the edge of the circle they occupied, keeping them in a central location.
Now that these idiots are standing still, the killer blow should be a cinch. he thought.
Choosing his moment, Razil began to cut into the ground six symbols, three with a short blade he formed from several claws, and three from his white-sheathed feet. His movements flashed white-black as he made a tour of the perimeter, etching the designs into the ground, dodging blows and killing more men where it was due. When the final symbol was cut, Razil made a leap straight up and dove into the center of the remainder of the once great army, hitting the ground with a shock wave of force. Those around him were blown back, while the poor shmuck underneath him was crushed outright. Razil took the split second he had to reform his black Katana from his claws, and cut the final design into the ground. The remaining soldiers regrouped, and charged Razil, the earth shook with their thunderous footsteps, and the air rang with the clanking of their armor. Razil smiled a little and, just before they reached him, stabbed his blade into the center etching.
"Chaos Seal"
The effect was instantaneous. Six beams of light radiated from the center point to each outer symbol, which in turn shot another beam to the others, forming a hexagon that encircled the remainder of the army. The mob milled about in confusion, banging against an invisible force barrier that kept them inside the hexagon. From where Razil stood in the center, a sphere of energy and chaos steadily grew from where his hands clutched the pommel of the sword now planted in the ground. The sphere expanded rapidly, soon engulfing everything inside the hexagon, slicing into billions of pieces whatever it touched. As the light and mist of blood subsided, Razil stood alone in the center of the field, the grass around him was simply gone, as was the army, All that remained was the scent of blood on the air, and the metallic glimmer of steel dust. Razil glanced around the field, glancing at the thousands of bodies littering the place, now realizing its familiarity. It was exactly as the death-realm looked. The only difference was this: that Razil had done it, he had vanquished an entire army on his own, and he could now call his weapon a thousand-body blade. His grip on the hilt of Katana Fungeki faltered, and Razil collapsed to the dusted and bloodied ground, completely drained. He often didn't show how much reiatsu he used up in battle, to disconcert his opponent, but his tiredness was so complete, nothing could keep him going any longer. Using what little strength he had left, Razil heaved himself up to lean against the implanted sword, and looked down at himself with tired eyes. The first thing he noticed was the numerous cuts and bruises he had gained, including one that opened up his right bicep, and a hole in his left side deep enough that Razil spied his own ribcage, gleaming white in its plush crimson package. The remains of his black gi, which had been tied around his neck and shoulders as a scarf was now virtually nonexistent, only a few tattered shreds remained. The bandanna around his forehead had suffered the same fate, and Razil's Zaigou mark burned faintly from his forehead, still leaking dark fire from the exertions of minutes before.
Razil sat there for a good while, and had just began to question why no-one had appeared yet to congratulate him on his victory, when he heard a sound behind him. It steadily grew in volume until Razil could identify it as footsteps, crunching in the dust. Every so often a crack and a shriek would ring out, when whatever it was would step on a discarded weapon, limb, or piece of armor.
Whoever this guy is, he is heavy Razil thought, turning his head on achinh neck just enough to see what it was. He was facing away from the sun where it was frozen in the sky, and so was momentarily blinded by its glare. As the bright spots faded from his eyes, Razil beheld his final opponent, and his eyes grew wide with amazement.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 3:00 pm
It was a metal colossus. A massive body with every inch covered in black Damascus Steel plate. The man could have easily been eight feet tall, and had the build of a professional football player. Intricate designs were cut in gold filigree across a breastplate the size of a car door, spikes rose from the shoulder-guards, and a dark red cape billowed from his back, snapping in the faint breeze. His head was capped in an ornate helmet that concealed most of his face, leaving two thin slits where the eyes would be. Across his back was strapped a gigantic sword, more of a giant blade with a handle sticking out of the end, really. Its sharp edge caught the dying sun and reflected the light sharply into Razil's eyes, making him blink. The massive soldier stopped its slow march, unstrapped his sword and swung it. The deftness of the flourish surprised Razil, and he realized that the man must be incredibly strong to swing such a piece of metal with that amount of dexterity. The tip of the blade bit into the dirt and stuck, and then the man stood still.
Razil sighed an exhausted breath, then slowly and painfully crawled to his feet. Bracing himself against his own sword as a support, he regarded his new opponent with calculating eyes.
"You...must be the commanding officer of this army." Razil said matter-of-factly. The hulking form nodded slowly, crossing its arms with the grating sound of scraped metal.
"Hm. Sorry about your men, I didn't have very much choice you see."
The Officer did not reply, he simply stared.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Razil again spoke
"How much time do I have left?" The officer didn't respond for a moment, then raised two armored fingers.
"Two days?" Razil asked, incredulous. There was no way that he had killed all those men in one day. His doubts were confirmed when the officer shook his head, and once again showed the number two.
"Two hours then..." that was dangerously close...Razil would have to hurry. The officer nodded and, as if an invisible director had gestured a cue, grasped the hilt of his planted sword and tore it from the earth.
A sigh escaped from Razil's lips, and he realized he was going to pick up his blade once more. Steeling his body, he pulled his own sword from the ground and brought into a defensive stance in one fluid motion. Razil took a breath, filled his lungs, and all the pain was forgotten. He now existed to fight, that was his sole purpose, and the purpose consumed him. The officer was the final enemy, last of a great army.
He would be torn apart, just like the rest.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 5:33 pm
Death Of Me - RED
The officer started to circle around Razil, sword held high in the air by one hand. Seeing no reason to delay this any further, Razil swept his own blade up and across his chest, then sped towards the hulking mass of metal and pain directly in front of him. The officer hefted the sword and brought it down, missing Razil by a fraction of an inch as he darted to the side at the last moment. Using the time it took the brute to wrench the sword from the trench it had cut, Razil leaped up and sent a shattering kick right into the face of the officer, sending him reeling back, clutching his face in agony. Razil followed up by landing, letting a bursts of energy explode underneath him and propel him up and forward. He landed again behind the writhing officer, and aimed a thrust of his blade between the two plates that protected his lower back. A last second turn by the beast deflected the attack to the left, and a mailed fist smashed into Razil's flank, he heard ribs snap and went flying off, hitting the ground with a painful roll, then coming to a stop.
As he slowly rose, spitting blood and phlegm, the earth shook anew, and Razil looked up to the officer again approaching, sword back in hand and twirling at superhuman speeds. The Shinigami rolled to his right and the huge edge of the sword shattered the ground next to him, sending shock-waves through his sine. Razil leaped up and away, wanting to get as much distance between himself and the officer as possible.
Hellfire, he's strong! Razil thought as he ran, clutching his broken side despite the pain.
I will have to be wary of getting in close, those fists of his will be the end of me otherwise.
He gripped the hilt of his Zanpakuto with both hands, and tugged, a burst of energy emanated from him and then dissipated, leaving him once again holding two katanas.
"Desecrate, Katana Fungeki."
He shaped the weapons with his mind, and the black katana in his right morphed into a bow, the white turning into a straight, small piece of metal that was attached to the curve as a counter-weight. Razil took aim and, setting his finger on the string, pulled back. A glowing rod of reiatsu formed along the weight, and when released flew towards its target with all the speed and accuracy of a regular bow. The modified Ghost Blade impacted on the breast of the giant, exploding on contact and hurling him backwards. When he recovered there was a sizable dent in his armor, about the size of a baseball.
Without batting an eye, the officer countered by raising his arm to shoulder level, and flicked his wrist. Several sharp darts fired from a hidden compartment in the armor, hurtling towards at Razil and trailing whistling black feathers. Razil caught one, deflected another with it, and had to use his right hand-guard to catch the last. The barb bit deep into the leather and pierced the metal plate, poking a hole in his hand big enough to hurt.
"Damn!" Razil cried, letting his hand drop and breaking off the tip of the dart with his two forefingers. He changed course and ran right at the officer, firing three more reiatsu arrows into him and driving him back, Razil jumped forward when he was within a few feet of the man and, drawing on his quickly dwindling reserves, morphed his bow into a long ninjato with black and white swirls up and down the blade. Lowering the straight blade to his left side, he slashed upwards, unleashing another wave of reido energy, point-blank at the brutes chest. His armor crumpled, and the huge mass of flesh and metal was sent hurtling backwards, crashing to the ground with a thunderous roar. He lay there for a moment, then clambered back to his feet, picking up his gargantuan sword where it had fallen. The officer shook himself off, gripped his blade, and charged. The world shook as if a herd of elephants was stampeding, and Razil was suddenly beset by a massive wall of metal churning the ground around him. He spun and dodged as fast as he could, but the beast was enraged from the last attack, and Razil was tired.
It is possible that he spun too slow, or that the sword was longer than he had anticipated, either way the result was the same. The sharp tip of the massive sword finally hit home, clipping Razil in the left bicep and slicing right through the soft tissue. Razil yelled in pain and dashed away, examining the wound. The blade had sheared straight through the flesh and nicked his bone, severing his brachial artery in the process. Dark arterial blood spewed from the wound and Razil began to grow faint from loss of the precious fluid, he sent reiatsu to form a barrier around the ends of the artery to seal them temporarily.
That will keep me from bleeding out...at least for now.
Razil again launched himself at the stalking menace that was the officer, using his superior agility and speed to land multiple hits, but they all glanced off the armor like mosquitoes hitting a windshield. Razil's vision wnt out, just for a moment from the loss of blood, that moment was all that was needed. The officer swung his sword right down, hammering the pommel onto the Shinigami's right shoulder, splitting the clavicle and driving Razil into the ground. He lay there, completely exhausted and unable to move.
This is bad... he thought, mind racing.
My arms are useless, and this giant lummox is about to cleave me in two like a piece of mutton. Damnit!
The officer stood over him, knowing that Razil wouldn't be able to fight back in his condition. He flourished his sword once more and brought it down to touch the blade-masters neck. He then raised the sword above his head, the sharp edge gleamed in the sun and blinded Razil, then it started to fall.
There's nothing I can do, I'm going to die! I have to activate bankai before he decapitates me...but how when i can't use my Zanpakuto?!
Then he realized his mistake, and looked down at Katana Fungeki, still clutched in his hand. The sword that was falling on him seemed to slow down, as everything else in the world did.
No....no use...be
The Zanpakuto was not a tool, it was a thing, a separate being entirely. Razil pushed his mind down through his shattered and useless arm, and into the sword itself. What he found was life, something dark and brooding, that reveled in destruction and the spilling of blood. It was also joyful, joyful that it had finally been found. The being that was Katana Fungeki raced towards Razil's mind after a moments hesitation, and engulfed him.
The world went black.
To a by-passer, it would have looked as if a giant black tornado had sprouted from the ground and swirled angrily up into the sky, where storm clouds formed and flashed with lightning. WHat actually had happened was that a incredible pillar of energy had shot up, and the dust and debris from the blast had been kicked up and was now revolving around the pillar at high speeds. To enter it was akin to being skinned by very fine sand-paper.
To the officer, it was suddenly chaos. He remembered being about to deliver the death blow, his blade inches from the knaves neck, when something black and powerful exploded from him. The officer recalled being thrown backwards and shakily returning to his feet, only to have the world around him dark. He stood in the dust storm, trying to discern where his opponent was, and what had happened in the past few seconds. As he stared, his eyes spied a black silhouette in the swirling dust, a shade blacker than midnight. As the officer readied his sword and prepared to charge, the black form lashed out, it's speed was incredible, much too fast for any normal human, the officer saw it coming at the last second and just barely blocked the attack with the edge of his weapon. The mass smashed into it and sent a numbing wave of energy down his arm, much stronger than anything he had encountered so far. At closer examination, he realized that his blade had cracked and chipped where it was struck, the integrity of the entire sword was now gone. This barely had time to register when another attack came from behind, slamming into his armor and sending him spinning away. He would have fallen, but another strike sent him flying in another direction, heavily denting the armor in the process. The officer staggered to his feet, his breathing disrupted by the crushed armor around his chest. He again saw the figure through blurred vision, and watched another strike, this time with something long and thin. He didn't have the speed to block it, and sharp pain bit through the haze as the sharp blade passed through his armor and flesh like butter. Hot blood flooded his armor and dripped down his body, filling his metal boots. His vision tunneled, and then was gone.
The dust cloud lifted, on quite a different scene. The officer fell to his knees, armor shrieking where it was dented and torn, and blood was smeared on the front, oozing from a large opening in his stomach. A few feet away, Razil stood, sword in hand and blood leaking from wounds he had received earlier. His breath was heavy, and his vision was going in and out, but he was exultant regardless, he had won. He slowly trudged towards the unmoving form of the officer, using Katana Fungeki as a support. The officer raised his head at Razil, and just stared, the Shinigami imagined what his eyes would look like, black, burning, filled with hate. The officer collected the last shreds of strength he had, and sent them into his arm. Ignoring the nausea and pain, he raised it at shoulder level and pointed it at Razil, waiting for him to get closer.
Razil stopped and raised his arms, letting the energy flow into his fingertips and having it gather in an orb at his chest. The black lightning that formed at his fingertips zapped inwards, the energy pooled and gathered, he kept charging the massive blast, waiting for the officer to do something that would lend him an excuse to fire it.
He finally got that excuse when the officer flicked his wrist up, sending two darts at Razil like earlier. The never reached their target
Razil let the reido energy he had gathered loose, and it blasted outwards from his chest, completely obliterating the darts and rushing the officer like the sweepers in the severed realm. The last thing the man saw was a wall of black swirling energy running towards him faster than a freight train. The wall hit the officer and, after a moment, continued on through him, stabbing out into the field until it dissipated about a mile away. Razil knelt down on a knee, letting himself rest for a moment. The battle was over. He stood up again with difficulty, and walked back towards the barn, hunting for traces of Yuuki-Taicho's reiatsu, passing by the remains of the officer: his legs. Blood hit the floor with every step, and Razil hoped he would make it before bleeding dry. Behind him, the sun resumed its natural course, and the multitude of bodies began to dissolve into smoke and burn away into the air, the only reminder of what had happened was the absence of vegetation, the thousands of footprints, and the blood. The field stood, three days before it had been lush and green, and now it was a mere scar on the earth, with dark marks and craters marring its surface. Many people would wonder what had come to pass in this place.
[Exit to 1st Squad Headquarters]
[Lesson 4: End]
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