Desert Terror. (open to anyone human or shinigami)

Admin Posts : 24 Reiatsu : 516 Join date : 2011-09-04

"Tsch, I missed." A long held sigh came from his lungs as he felt the cracking of his bone in the moments pause he had. Even though the force of the kick was strong enough to blow his opponent completely away from him without even hitting him, the force that would have been felt if the ability itself had impacted would have been lethal, if not overkill. "This is troublesome. It appears that I'm going to have to hold back before I kill myself." Cringing in pain, his mental toughness lapsed for just a split second. He could feel in depth all the muscles that were torn within his body, and it rattled his foundation.

A white water began to suddenly leak from his wounds, covering the bloodied mess of mangled flesh that once lay there. This white water, was condensed reiatsu. He would have to do, as his opponent did. In this sense, he would have to improvise his powers so that his body could continue working. This reiatsu began to harden in place of bone, harden in place of flesh. It was almost impossible to create the correct densities, and as such his flexibility decline dramatically. "A small sacrifice to make, my body was nearly falling apart." The man was now speaking to himself, somewhat ignoring the other that lay in his path. He could feel the his reiatsu climbing, but it was not in his place to pay attention just yet.

It was now, that his time was bought. Whatever repairs he could make to his body were done quickly, and precise. For a few moments he placed his hands over the torso related injuries, performing whatever healing kidou he was aware of. Self healing, is never a good idea. Nor is it effective. Draining your own reiatsu to heal flesh just leaves you weaker and weaker to recover, but he felt as if he had plenty to spare in this state. In addition, the kidou were far stronger and had some effectiveness to him in this state. He began to gasp for air, over and over as he healed what he could. Suddenly a shock broke him from his healing, it was time. The fight was to be resumed now, his attention growing ever forward to the being before him.

His interest was now peaked in what appeared before him. Both a male and female conscious within the same mind? The lure of it drew a abstract amount of thoughts into his head. Numerous as they were they did not cloud his main goal. That was to finish this fight, and it just got that much harder. With the current handicaps that he had about himself, and the new body of his opponent the tables were turned in the favor of the defender. He knew that there cannot be any holding back, in any shape or form.

Even though, he was inside of his bankai state it was not the state of maximum power. By activating this state of maximum power he was set on a clock of 5 minutes, and by now it had been well over this 5 minute range. Twisting and turning about in the patches he made, he attempted to get a feel of what he was doing. There was more stability now, enough for him to react without fatality injuring himself. Observation then became his key goal, he views the new power, looking for it's points of weakness. The gaze looked blank, felt blank, while taking in all the information as benign as it was.

"If you can still comprehend, the name is Sonomori Anokoku. I am the captain of squad 11." His eyes shut in his sense of heightened mind. What power he had began to build itself again. This time, he would not attempt to overkill as he did before, he simply could not. But he could bring forth a far greater amount in his time of need. Shaking violently, his body emitted pulse after pulse of power. They were tuned in with the beating of his heart. Thump, thump, thump. Faster, this beat began to grow. Suddenly his body shot from it's spot. This speed was uncontrollable. It was creating a bullet from his body. And in the moment, almost in sequence the crystal smashed into where he once stood.

The loud explosion was masked by the sheer force of his movement, but he was also propelled in the carnage of the blast. Everything about him jolted at speeds that were unheard of even with flash step. He was creating pulsars of energy below his feet. It was a super-amped version of flashstep, so powerful that it broke the speed of sound by stepping on the air itself. He bounded within the air, creating waves and waves of blanketing sound. Sound, that would resonate with the earth itself. But this was not the case in his intention. It was merely the result of luck and movement. He felt the chime of the earth, and mimicked his footsteps to it.

Suddenly he began to lung out from within his formation. First from the left, then immediately from the right, suddenly appearing above the beast. Somehow, it felt as if there were three of him moving in for the assault, the brutal assault. Reality foretold that it was his speed, literally being capable of being in multiple places in one given instance. Afterimages began to form within the gaps of the appearing ghosts. It would be truly uncertain where he would strike from, like a viper from below, a hawk from the sky? In one shape, his form lunged with a powerful forward first. This, was the shape from the left. In another it was the form of a hook, This, was the right. Another, the form of an uppercut, this was from the front. One, from a kick. This, was aimed for the back. And finally, from the sky, a guillotine kick.

At the rate in which he was moving, it would be unsure which of these would hit. Or, which would hit first. But it became clear, that they would all impact at the same time. On all sides, in all forms. If they were to connect, all at once, it would resonate with the rock and disconnect the giant golem, this was his tactic but it was one that seemed to dependent for a man of his intelligence. Perhaps? In this mist of things there was another, more looming threat. In this battle, there were always more variables then there appeared, and this uncertainty, was one of them.

He realized the lack of speed to his golem at that moment. He needed to find a way to make his golem stronger in the future. Right now all he could do was brace for the impact, when he felt it he let the diamonds around him deteriorate, surrounding himself in a veil that shrouded him from the outside world, that allowed him to be viewed as invisible, he sonido'ed out of the golem and looked down upon the area, he had feasted, he had destroyed the area, and he had survived a fight that should have killed him. He smiled, this was a time to know power, this was his time to take the espada, he simply turned from the wreckage and opened a Gargantua. "Sonomori Anokoku, the next time we meet, let it be on better terms, something more friendly then deadly." The man then stepped through the gargantua, his veil dropping to reveal his face was bruised and had a deep gash in his forehead that was bleeding.

Admin Posts : 24 Reiatsu : 516 Join date : 2011-09-04

~So the two men lay there, beaten and battered. Their bodies were nearly broken to the point of death, and their minds were taken upon a harsh reality. Everything about them was, and had been strained to it's limit. Things were not yet over, not yet. One man, rose upon his knee, looking at the other who was mimicking his action. Their breathing grew heavier and heavier as the seconds grew. Each of their visions faded slowly into black. But one, was fading into a much different kind of reality. One, that was fatal to himself and everything around him. A voice called out from within both of them. As if, they were being called away. Suddenly, they both awoke within their homes. Within their quarters they lay, in realization that it was only a dream. It was a dream of the past, reminding them of the turmoil that brought them to where they were today. And as of the little one whom ran? Perhaps running was the best choice after all.~

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