Operation Rampage's End

Running across the rooftops Arron strode towards his objective area. His job was to secure an exit, or entrance route for some of the weaker Shinigami. He didn’t mind, the job was simple a suited for his skills. Although he might have had a partner that he was assigned with since he wasn’t officially a member of the Gotei. If anything he was pawned on the term as a rouge, however he was still on the side of good. If he didn’t have trust issues he would have joined the Vanguard. Although he did he spent most of his time in the wastelands hunting hollows and the occasional demon that crossed his path. The point was, he is a loner. He didn’t like being around people to often. Then again spending close forty years on the run wouldn’t leave a person unscathed.

Just thinking about it made his blood boil. He need something to punch and fast... Then something caught his eye. A group of around fifty convicts appeared to be heading towards a larger courtyard. While the courtyard might not have been in his direct path, there was a way that lead towards the route he needed to secure. Changing course to intercept them in a large open area, a.k.a. the courtyard. Landing just in front of the opposite entrance Arron started to walk in slowly. He felt a slight breeze, on it rode the stench of someones killing intent. It didn’t effect him at this distances since he wasn’t a weak minded fool. However the escapees, dull from years in the maggots nest would sense the killing intent and enter a rage.

As the convicts entered the courtyard, they spotted Arron and moved to encircle him. A smart tactic to use, when in greater numbers it is wise to surround a the enemy. However they fouls did something that would be their death wish in his book. It stared by an idiot who used the wolf whistle on him. Then the other joined in.

“Hey their hotty what you doing here?”

“Put down that sword sweat checks and we’ll so you a good time.”

“I didn’t know they let drag queens into the Gotei.”

Half thought he was a girl. The other half made fun that he looked like one. He felt his blood vein on his forehead bulge as his rage overflowed now. Right now he wanted to kill these buffoons, he really did. However weaklings he was going to bring in alive. It would take to much time and energy to kill them all in a painful fashion. Instead he going injury them, the lucky ones would get out of here with only one broken bone.

Arron course of action was set now, all he had to do was enter the right state of mind. Loosening the top half his Shihakushō, Arron gain another round of whistles, but those stop once this opponents saw his torso and arms. Scars created a pattern, marking the places that Arron received an injury. Two of his prized scars came from unique opponents. The first was a hollow that left three scars along his back. He received it protecting a Shinigami from the second devision that was sent to kill him. Not only did he defeat the hollow, but he managed to evade them afterwards. The other was a stab wound five inches above the heart that some had gotten lucky with. The idiot was so please that he killed Arron, he didn’t think to pull his blade out. The logged weapon hurt like hell, and the person who stabbed him had the gull to brag about it before he finished the job. Needless to say, the person had to spend two month in recovery just to move again, let along fight. Both scars meant something, one was a reminder who he out smarted those Shingamis that day. The other was a reminder that luck had a part in any battle.

Arron finished securing the top part of his Shihakushō before entering his battle stance. The upper frame of his body was enough of a shock to keep the convicts at bay until Arron was ready. Then the first of enemy charged him. A stolen weapon razed above his head in a battle cry. Sidestepping the man Arron moved out of the range of his opponent attack and ready his own.

“Hakdō Style: Impact Strike, Tesshō-Shō.” Arron cried as he thrusted an open hand strike in his opponents side. The man spit up blood before flying into wall in line with Arron strike. The impact was evident that the man broke several bones if the impression he created was anything to go by. Thus this was the power of Arron’s Hakdō style, a combination of Kidō and Hakuda, but not on the level of Shunkō. The way it works is that Arron imagines the Kidō he wishes to uses, then by using Hakuda as a focuser like the incantations.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Thirteen thrust of Tesshō-Shō and thirteen more impressions followed the first. It was at this point that more people started rushing him. Arron need to create a opening so that he could work. Dodging backwards with a spin, Arron called out the another technique. “Hakdō Style: Lunching Strike, Supinkikku-Denki.” Moving into a spin kick form the dodge Arron foot created a stream of lightning flowing form it. That was also the strange thing about Arron style. When using Kidō in coalition with this style, some will change to fit Arron’s attack. In this case the electric sphere turned into a current of energy from Arron leg. However this power is only effective to Kidō that Arron doesn’t need incantations on. The attack took down another seven who be came paralyzed from voltage.

Now it was time for Arron end game with this fools. “Hakdō Style: Release Strike, Tesshō-Fushibi.” Using Hoho Arron tagged six different targets of the remaining group. Although the tag was enough force to break a bone and send them into the ground. Reappearing on a structure above the convicts, Arron had placed his hand as if he was praying. Then moving his right hand with two finger out like a blade, Arron said one single command, “Kai.” From those that Arron tagged a Kidō burst forth. It was Fushibi a net designed to capture opponents. Because they never knew Kidō could be used in such a manner all remain fifteen thugs where caught. However Arron wasn’t done yet as he was holding a piece of the net in his hand. Arron begin to chant and changed it a little to suit his needs.

“Sphere of power, form in my net. See the light of the burn!” Arron was skilled in Kidō, also all he learn on was by himself, giving that trial an error Arron found a away to slightly change spell to work for his advantage. The power building in the net was such a slight adjustment he had found. Letting go of the net caused the power that was building explode. Those unlucky enough to be caught in the blast will suffer second degree burns. plus some contusions, and maybe a broken bone if they landed the wrong why from the explosion.

Whipping the sweat from his brow, Arron decided he needed to play it safer. He used a large amount of power in the last attack. It drain some of his energy but he still had more. Unsheathing his Zanpakutô, Arron called out a name. “Adalwofla.” By speaking its name the weapon started to glow as it pulled in reishi around it and into the blade. Sighing Arron keep the blade out as he ran out of the courtyard. He need to keep moving and hopeful create a safe route for others to use.