Close to the End

Artist: Skillet Song: Hero Word Count: 442

He wasn't sure what drove him down to the underground. Was it the people? Was it the atmosphere? He honestly had no idea; What he did know though, was that he liked it. It was calm, dark, and there wasn't any fighting. He was, like many others down here, lost in some sense of the word. Zeek was good at navigating in the dark, he was good at listening, feeling, tasting, and sensing his way through, but that isn't how he felt. He didn't feel like he was an Arrancar, thirsting for blood and vengeance on the living for being alive. No, he just wanted peace of mind, peace that his life would be something worth living now, and not just ending it all. Zeek...wanted meaning. Perhaps this place would bring that feeling, or perhaps it would bring more doors to get lost within.

That was at least until there was another person here. Not just a ruffian, someone also lost; no this person was special, they were something else. Something supernatural. Zeek could feel them from a mile away, and he was willing to bet they could also feel him. Unlike Zeek though, this man was a shinigami, someone else that was lost. They were cast away, but what were they looking for? Meaning in their existence? A reason why THEY were damned with one of his kind trapped inside the boy? Zeek was curious, and it seemed that this boy was at least level headed eno-Nope, spoke to soon.

He drew his weapon, held it toward Zeek, and started spouting hate. He sighed, and shrugged his shoulders. "You damn me to having no honor. To being a menace to the people ABOVE, and yet...here I am. Alone, below." Zeek snarled for a moment. He was a defensive man, having no urge to prey on the people of Karakura, and yet this man assumed he would. Zeek didn't want to fight, but he knew how shinigami worked. They hated their kind and for mostly good reason. Most Arrancar were blood thirsty, they wanted souls, and power. Zeek shook his head and took his two daggers from behind his back. bringing the one in his right hand so that the hilt and edge of the blade faced outward, and toward his opponent, and the one in his left hand did the same.

"You want to face me. Call me out for having no honor....but you don't even know the meaning of the word." Zeek quickly shot his hand forward, aiming a quick bala strike at the other man. He wanted to see what this man could do, and if he was even worth his time.

Artist: Skillet Song: Hero Word Count: 384

Well this was interesting. Zeek was sure the man would have at least tried to dodge the attack, and yet here he was, taking it and walking around like it hadn't done a thing. Zeek was able to see the marks on his chest, despite how dark it had been inside the underground. He smirked, it didn't matter one way or another to him, to be honest. He was willing to bet that this man was just lost, and was taking out his frustration on Zeek. He shrugged while keeping his pesquisa active; he needed to be able to follow this mans movement, to have the ability to dodge should the need arise. Wouldn't you know it, the other man delivered. Zeek felt this man move, shunpoing behind him. Zeek turned his head slightly. Two swords eh?

Zeek smirked at the idea of close quarters combat. This man obviously doubted Zeek, and that would be his downfall this day. Zeek jumped in his place, his body twirling in mid air with each of his daggers making contact with either one of his swords. One for the other. Then, as his spinning had slowed, and he neared the ground, Zeek placed both hands on the ground, spinning his body around, using his hands as the center of gravity, bringing both legs around to try and knock the other man on the ground. As his body made it's first full rotation, he slowled, pushed off with his hands, and leaped into a back-flip, and then using the Arrancar equivalence of shunpo, sonido. Appearing back some ten feet, he scoffed as the two of them switches spots.

"So you get to judge me? Tell me that I have no honor? But when I do the same, I'm wrong?" He shook his head, reading his blades once more. Using sonido once more, he appeared in front of the other man, bringing his right dagger toward the mans chest, with his second, and his body, twirling around and slashing downward from his right pectoral to his left abdomen. He was having a good time, even given the context of the fight. He was sure that given the chance, this other man would kill him. Or maybe, with enough talking, this other man would see reason. But who knew anymore, with shinigami?

Artist: Skillet Song: Hero Word Count: 384

Normally Zeek would retaliate with some quick jab at the man, a play on words of some sort, or trying to make the man see the error of his ways; but he paused. He waited for the other man to finish what he had started, and from the looks of it Zeek would see just what this man could do. He was releasing his two swords, the katana, and his broad sword. As they each changed, Zeek scoffed silently. It was hard enough staying within close quarters with the other man using his swords, both now increased in size, and ability, to keep him away. Yet, for a moment as he fell out of focus, Zeek felt the searing heat of his opponents attack. Zeek managed to sonido out of the way before being hit by all of them, but he could feel his skin having become slightly scorched. The flame was strong, but the katana seemed dull in comparison. He pondered it for a moment and what connecting this could possibly have.

"So you want me to prove my honor by going all out? No hold bars, all or nothing? Fine, but let me warn you..." Zeek started as he readied both blades, each ready to tossed into the air."Darkness shall encompass everything around you. La vida y la luz se entrelazan (Life and Light entwine)" As he spoke his release, Zeek tossed both blades into the air, each one spinning rapidly; Taking a rather small leap, Zeek held both palms out and in a moment he managed to place both tips on either palm. He slammed the blades into his hands extending their way up his forearm. Zeek stood as the remnants of his hollow mask started to glow all over his body, bringing both of his hands inward, and then in a flash he transformed. He had easily grown three feet, a strange white 'crown' becoming more prominent and his eyes seemed to have vanished.

His entire look had changed, his skin was blue with two black lines descending from where his eyes would be. His chest was massive, and it seemed bone completely covered his body. Bone like rib plating covering his sides. The most notable part of this transformation however are the rows of fangs in his mouth, and both of his forearms starting at the elbow down to the middle section between his middle and ring finger. Both arms have what appears to be a slit with a medium gap. The transformation was complete, and as Zeek stood there, body facing the enemy, he wasn't sure what this man was feeling, but he was sure that he would soon regret wanting this man to go all out.

With breaths that were deep, you could almost hear a snarl in his tone. "You want me to fight with everything...Well then...let's fight in my playground!" A roar escaped his lips as he rose his hand toward the entrance of the underground, as he charged a cero he blasted the roof causing it to cave in partially, blocking out most of the light. The only light remaining were through cracks of rubble, and the flame that would be coming off of the other mans sword. Zeek took in one last deep breath before taking in deep sniffs. He could smell the man, he could hear his breathing, and he could feel his reiatsu. Everything was so fine, it was crisp and after using sonido he appeared in front of the man, bringing his large foot toward the mans gut. Then, bringing his arm down, a very long blade unfolded from his arm, the blade coming down to try and cut the across the body.

OOC: Underline is a video. The video, if you watch it, skip to 6:35 to watch the transformation. Also, Zeek won't try and kill him, but should you ever lose a limb, he can replace it.