Re: The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR]

Tue Jan 13, 2015 9:37 am

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Sat Jan 24, 2015 6:39 pm

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“YYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

He screamed as the electricity demolished his petty little foe. Stings eyes remained on the man as he hysterically cried out. The heat that escaped into the surrounding area was quickly adorned in the black energy of the female demon that remained still not far from the fight; her energy began to engulf the city, the black coat of torment began a foul demolition of Qatar while Sting remained engaged. His fixed his eyes on the opponent but wasn’t satisfied, this man simply didn’t show enough pain for someone who had just been ripped apart by lightning. It sickened him that the man even remotely attempted to mock him.

On a molecular level, Sting could feel the damage that the electricity was doing to the demons body but he could also feel the slightest movements of the muscles as they would instantly disturb both the flow of electricity through that specific area and the electric entanglements. He gritted his teeth as the foe twitched, Stings firsts were clenched as waves on end of electricity simply ascended into his body.

Suddenly, Sting felt the disturbance in the energy, his body and mind were working at such rates that the moment his eyes noticed the slightest twitch his mind acted. It took the demon two seconds, two seconds to move his hand toward Stings torso. A second too long and as the opponent became more aesthetically pleasing and Sting felt the tare of his restraining electric constraints, a thick white mask forged across his face; the mask engulfed all but his cheeks, it empowered the vizard as seen blatantly by the variation of the hue in the electricity.

As the mask arrived, the cumulonimbus cloud descended down into Stings body, all the energy and electricity generated by its temporary presence empowered him, while a thunder storm brewed in the distance. Fighting it was futile, as this man was about to understand. The mask instantly empowered Sting, for those thinking he was at his best would be shell shocked at the sight of the ascension in power. This demon was courageous but he was forgetting who he was fighting; he seemed to be aware of the fact that Sting was from the Monsuta but how? Unless the man knew of Stings reputation of course.

The restraints around the foes body would tighten as all the energy ascending from the Burj Qatar would stem into them. The opponent was immobile once again, and the very same beam that killed him the first time would go about repeating the procedure. To put icing on the cake, Sting would release deadly combination of punches throughout the duration of the execution. To begin with, he moved the man closer, the duo were toe to toe as he swung hooks into the body. The first two blows would shatter all the bones within this feeble demon. The next shot would come with a straight blow to the chest, cracking all the ribs simultaneously while a left hook struck the right ribcage, obliterating the bones in that area.

After that, Sting would deliver one hundred million punches to all parts of the opponent’s body. The key in these punches wasn’t the power but the speed; to the demon, these punches would feel like a three year old child hitting him, each punch getting weaker and weaker with every hit, this allowed for Sting to complete the combination of one million strikes in ten seconds. If the opponent hadn’t already died from the previous combination of lightning and hits Sting would release him nonetheless; if this prick hadn’t died then he would rip him limb from limb, no more fucking around.

“STAY DEAD YOU WASTE OF FUCKING SPACE!”

Sun Jan 25, 2015 9:10 am

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The barrier would have been blown up as energy on par or greater then the likes of hiriko had smashed straight into the block. This instantaneous attack having been only possible by a hyper-focused mass of energy which in comparison to the energy needed to keep the barrier open? Would have been vastly greater as it was both centralized and fast moving. The sky would probably have been then accompanied by a stellar shock-wave, one which would turn the babbling chatter into probably a silent movie, the only sound being the force colliding with that barrier of unimaginable hellish origins. It wasn’t weak , no instead it was a very strong barrier, which would be seen as it didn’t immediately shatter under the immense power which smashed into it. Instead , it held out ; for several agonizing minutes the barrier would be able to hold back the menacing force. However, after energy would be seen sparking across the barrier in systematic smashes it probably would have caused hairline cracks to form.

Next though the being using her immense mental cognatic prowess had, well manipulated her energy forming a counter to the general wavelength of the barrier, causing a “Negation” effect essentially, causing the force and the barrier to reject one another, shattering and destroying both in an immense force and volatile explosion. This explosion would be potent enough to be felt from many miles away as the whirl-wind of irritation and disgust blew through landing high in the sky above the city her angelic visage only visible on the fringe of oncoming pitch-black storm clouds. All of that however, would just have been a chunk punched through the barrier, as the force wasn’t meant to shatter or annihilate the barrier, despite the original intention. The barrier, from the being who had punched through atleast would have found it wasn’t so fragile.

However, instead of dwelling on it, the being which entered with her blonde locks and dull .. disappointed expression had pretty much instead of focusing on the marveling of the barrier? Turned her attention to the reason she had come in the first place, her disgust apparent as she spoke , while still hovering just below the clouds.

”Sure that’s one way to deal with this mess, senseless ego’s warring over superiority while the lesser beings run for their lives. Despair?.. This isn’t despair- this is a sad little mess, such naive little children letting their ego’s drive them to this. The town’s screwed as it is, so lets get things over with. Time..
” For some real despair, these damn runt’s ..need to learn to stop causing such a mess”

A voice would say as spiritual energy of which’s likes would be like an impassible tide, an oceanic power which would overwhelm, crush. Generate cracks in buildings, change the sky to what could be called an impasse of clouds. Clouds which were so black, that they seemed like the walls of death , ominous forces which had only one intention in this place of senseless force, annoyance and personal vendetta. One simple thing, Destruction. Which was why, as energy seemed to spike drowning out even the demon princess hiriko’s energy in truly a demons roar, given despair and futility? They would become apparent, all in the incomprehensible surge which would drown out anything else in red blue energy and miasma which clearly could be seen rising from a focal point in the sea of eternal darkness. Her halo would rupture and turn pitch black, as her wings extended and her eyes looked down on these individuals, no life was left in the city, so she had no need to hold back.

These people she looked down and she for once didn’t see the good side of things, she only could see runts and maggots. ” I don’t see warriors, i see children here, pretending to be strong. Warriors?! They fought while people still remained, this is not honor, this is repugnant and vile. These .. are the kind of people i was meant to bring despair to, and so i will with all my might. “ Animum thought as her energy began to rumble as she was nearing 80% of her total energy, the lightning strikes picking up again as electricity was roaring to the point that the electrical grid of the city would be fried, burnt to ash from the overwhelming surge of lightning which would umbrella over the entire city. As energy continued to climb, the soaring energies being enough it would make these people look like children, so much energy that it would literally be a damnable tide. Like the ocean it would cause for the ground to show ripples , the thrum of electricity being predominant before she then looked down. Her body encased in a corona of sparks , her eyes showing only a dull disgust for these beings.

Animum would shift her hand down then as she would have locked in on a falling body of a demon a rift opening up to take the dead body far out of range until she could address it. Energy forming in her hand , she held no remorse for these individuals instead? When animum looked down she felt nothing, nothing but the desire to erase these eyesores. Even with the city as collateral , as buildings could be fixed in weeks, but eyesores could never be cured. Finally, then that thought was what slapped her awake as her body was obscured by a final magenta hue which would explode in every direction like a raging nuclear war-head. Her energy would keep expanding as she looked down, her wings expanding the tips thrumming with power, the blast in her hand growing till it would look like a miniature star. Next, the blast would condense- until it would fit in the cusp on her palm; to which she would point downwards. ”..Now its time to erase these eyesores “

Her thoughts would coincide with the blast going off, a ray of intangible black which would be fired towards the likes of Sting Chikara, the blast growing and growing until it would look like a wave which would have enough force to blow up multiple miles. Her hand smoking from the force, but she wasn’t done; instead she vanished generating a shock of pure force after breaking the sound barrier, She would have appeared landing on a building her eyes remaining unblinking and dull, partially lidded and vaguely irritated. Singling out a girl who’s eyes seemed to be bloodred , whom seemed to have the characteristics- physically at least of a dolls. Her hand moving, she was disgusted with all of them, there was no doubt of that. However- she wasn’t going to harm someone who seemed to haven’t done anything just yet. Her lips parting, even while she was keeping tabs on the person she had hopefully burned to cinder with that energy attack.

” If you can, i’d ask you to leave.

Animum then would turn back around, her eyes shifting. Moving her right hand, she then would have fired off a single ruby blast of energy known as a cero. This blast contorting and changing while she had brought her other hand back , another cero forming in not even a single second. Firing the next cero she would have without batting an eyelash released a flurry of the supernatural blasts. her mind blank, and her thoughts mulling over the memories that belonged to her predecessor all her mistakes. She was still thinking as she lit up the skies with the skyline of energy blasts somewhere deep in her mind ”..Is this right?” Then she would focus, allowing for her hands to pick up the pace , firing in the point in which sting hopefully would be, her eyes narrowing. Next she would have shifted a streak of movement as she from all sides continued her bombardment. Her lips parting before she let out a hearty exhale.

From there? Her hands shifted and she had begun to charge energy, her eyes narrowing in a partial manner. She felt like it would be fun to make this actually a challenge, so she would have brought her energy inwards focusing it until it would behave like a kind of armor, her hands bubbling as she put some of her blood into the mix, copying the concept of a grand-rey cero but instead of actually being able to make one? She had reconstructed its make-up, fundamentally altering its foundation, using her immense knowledge base, and her quick cognatic response time. Which made it so that the focus or construction would take more time, time in which her body would remain moving, mobile to make herself a harder target to hit. She kept moving and moving, reforming the energy blast until it looked nothing like a cero, infact?

Her mind would be moving at speeds which blended process after process together. Her body picking up speed, so she looked like she was in hundreds of different places at once , her body causing for lightning and reishi particles to begin to congeal in one singular great big stirring pot, until it would well begin to convert from energy and electricity with her eyes shining with the force and concept behind the monster she was planning to give birth too. Infact , she began to pick up her pace further; to the point she seemed to look like an army of hollographi images. One false move in her mind, one wrong step and it wouldn’t be wrong to think not only the town but everything in the nearest 40 miles would be engulfed from the blast she was cooking up, relying not on her own energy entirely but also sub-particles and lightning that was forming around in the towns vicinity. Her mind was shifting then moving and focusing on the acceleration of these particles. As something was forming from the mass, something immense which made her struggle to control to hold the primal forces which were at work .

Left, right, up and down, sideways horizontal. She was a blurr appearing in every conceivable direction, faster and faster until she was there, looking down from above her eyes a dull spark in a sea of something that was really frightening. Given birth because of the fact that she wanted to bury this insolence, bury it in a magmatic oblivion which there would be little use trying to get out of. Infact animum’s body wouldn’t even be the focal point, instead it would be the colossal, orb which lay in wait behind her body, constantly contorting and condensing. An orb which was made of..

A vortex of swirling plasma in its most volatile state was hovering over animum’s head which would continue to condense further and further as she grinned her hands burning from being near the immense blast which begun to suck up electricity like a sponge. as a blue white glow formed inbetween her hands as she vanished once more, gaining more distance while concentrating her remaining energy which she wasn’t exherting for control into defense. Her eyes glimmering before it would betray her body shimmering as it grew even more, as the components of matter and the particles being drawn in had just continued to become more plasma, All of it condensing into the tip of her palms, as she had let her wings expand. She was looking down with disgust, she wasn’t wanting anything other than the absolute destruction of this place . Which was why as she vanished again her energy blast would condense taking the shape of what would look like a pure cero, the only difference is it would cause her mask to appear on her face her energy expanding immensely.

From there the energy present would continue to shift growing in potency as she looked down very slowly her hand pointing down, and her eyes showing nothing not a glimmer of mercy for her opponent. Instead as her body was covered in layer upon layer of energy she had shifted her wings glowing white hot with her mask which seemed to be heated up from the force which was about to be unleashed. She could feel herself wondering if this was overkill on the situation, however she had let that thought be cast to the wind as she had looked down her body vanishing once more several times infact . vanishing and reappearing to keep her opponent from getting a clear shot, that was the entire point wasn’t it? After that she had then allowing her eyes to narrow while she fired it. Everything would turn white , as the blast would expand to the point that it would be like a massive beacon of light for the hemisphere.

The Cero would first burn the very oxygen in the air within the towns vicinity , causing heat and fires to blast and blossom in the sky covering the town in a light of flame. This would be of course because of the heat of the blast as it hurtled towards earth in its destructive path, the blast itself was about 300 feet in its width however it would smash into the likes of sting chikara like a battering ram , going past him probably even if it missed causing severe damage to anything and anyone in the town since essentialy after it hit the ground? That blast would punch directly through the earths crust, biting into the mantle and causing the ground to explode outwards partially vaporizing partially turning into a magmatic wave which would eat up the town. Buildings wouldn’t even be rubble, they would have been blown apart on the molecular level into the primal compound in which life is made up of.

Animum would stand looking down at the vat of lava which would have been created, by the blast’s aftermath. Sweat drenching her as she took some deep breaths, however through sheer mental force? She would push through the fatigue, allowing her lips to part. Her energy reserves still impressive even though that single blast had taken a considerable bite out of it. Lava spewing upwards the town vaporized, she would be ready a halo of raw energy, just waiting for that bastard to surface. A deep grin on her face.

Thu Jan 29, 2015 12:59 am

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Thu Jan 29, 2015 4:57 am

For everyone in the thread, i make my decision to leave the thread. Take it as Hiriko teleported herself back to her layer in Hell upon Animum's arrival. If you want to ask the reason of leaving this thread, you can feel free to PM me anytime.

Thu Feb 12, 2015 4:23 pm

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One million punches. Sweat dripped down Stings forehead only to be evaporated by the heat of his electric armor. He glared through the while hollow mask as the useless piece of meat began descending toward the ground. The electricity rescinded of his body as no electric resonance was generated by his heart, the man was dead. He remained still for only a brief moment as another energy entered the scene, his energy exploded out into every direction while coated with a heavy dark aura of a hollow. He warned the approaching foe of the dangers of this land, it wasn’t Stings move, it was that of his inner hollows.

An individual approached but in the meantime Sting sucked dry the national grid to the extent where it had short circuited. Waves of electrical power ascended up into his body as his mask adorned head looked around. One thing a lot of people were unaware of about Stings power was the fact that in his masked state with every successful connection he makes with an opponent the power of his punch is doubled. Although that last jab to Blackhearts body was both petty and weak it would rip the skin straight from his body, almost like skinning a human alive. However, it seemed that the new arrival had entered the battlefield for her comrade; with her presence, Blackhearts body disappeared while the clouds thundered in anger.

Stings body was still working at ascended rates, he had a lot of excess electricity that he could divert into his nervous system for temporary boosts. As painful as it would be, it didn’t bother him all too much. He aimed to finish the fight within the next few moments and so he set a plan to action. A soft crackle escaped from his palm as his Zanpakutō forged before him; the blade began descending toward the ground while a thin electric string remained attached to it. The string was simply a series of electrons that were bound to Sting, allowing him to channel his own electricity to certain areas with ease. As the blade descended, it fell out of sight but what soon followed was an array of Cero that aimed to hunt Sting.

The attacks were strong and to an extent valiant, he even heard the pest utter some bullshit about wanting Sting to leave but as ever, he didn’t let utterances register on emotional levels while amidst combat and thus disregarded what she had to say. He believed that it diverted his concentration and over the years he mastered not focus but the simple ability to drown out the noises that were no use to him. It was almost how an animal hunts, it listens to the slightest of sounds for prompts while being able to exclude the sounds that are of no use. Sting was far more advanced than any predator out there; as the world went quite his ears picked up the slightest tap of the feet as the women in question landed atop a building.

The whole area was engulfed by smoke so it came as no surprise that when Sting approached, the women released a combination of Cero toward his general direction. The first attack caught him with his finger up his ass; his eyes fixed on a crimson energy that escaped a cloud but he only had time to manoeuvre a part of his body away from the attack, as it struck his left shoulder. The attack only clipped his left shoulder however, as it began demolishing all in its path, the inner hollow expelled a fraction of the excess electricity and broke it off from his body creating a sudden burst out of the direction of the attack. Then, another Cero came, followed by several more but now that Sting was aware what he was dealing with, evasion came with ease.

Suddenly, the smoke cleared and Sting found the ample opportunity to strike. The girl had dwelled on a thought which seemed to delay her momentarily, but for Sting, much like any other predator, only a moment was needed. The remainder of his excess electricity bound all of the impulses sent across the motor neurons and in that one moment, Stings body continuously sent messages, making the transition between movement and attacking ever so smooth. He moved and electricity controlled the Zanpakutō that he’d dispensed earlier.

In the blink of an eye he appeared before her, starring her directly in the eyes, primarily because from recent analysis, her speed wasn’t on par with is heightened version and so when he jabbed toward her chest, the whole world seemed to erupt in agony. If the punch was to connect, it alone would rip any and all skin off the opponent’s body, the bones would turn to dust and so would the organs. This is a result of the build-up created by his mask, if you were to look at it like a gauge, his attack power doubles every time he makes a successful connection with an opponent, having made one million successful hits against Blackheart the maximum potential of a single punch was his full power times two to ten to the power of one million.

Mathematically, the calculation would result in a huge ascension in power. Sting wouldn’t react, he’d allow his arms to keep smashing away at her body. Delivering a single left hook to the arm would shatter all the bones in that general areas; the muscles, nerves and veins would all collapse under the pressure of this maniacs attacks. A punch of his would go through the gap in the skin around her chest in order to strike her spine and decimate all the major areas of her body. The damage to the spine would cause excruciating pain as would punches to the rest of the body, one punch to each general area contained enough force to bring about instant death.

Stings attacks would be short and precise, the instant the punches came to a halt, the Zanpakutō would be upon the duo, it would approach from the rear so as Sting stopped the attacks and her body was blown back, it would piece straight through her head. Now you may think, why the women wasn’t literally blown away with the pressure of the punches, but that would be simple of course. Each attack made contact simultaneously, while a large proportion of pressure resonated into the surroundings, so as Sting came to a halt with the punches, the true pain would weigh upon the opponent as upon the success of the attacks, she’d fly back into the Zanpakutō and be deceased.

“Fucking invertebrate”

Sting would vanish and re-appear atop the Burj Qatar, regardless of the outcome his electric armor would de-activate and he’d lower himself to the ground to sleep. If the women by some miracle managed to survive, she would be in no condition to fight and with that, Qatar was successfully captured.

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Sat Feb 14, 2015 2:00 pm

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[color=pink“you little, amusing “[/color] Animum said loudly as this man, this incomprehensible runt evaded her attacks, broke through her timing, and came to give her the great big finger, metaphorically speaking. However in that moment, she didn’t care this was what she was looking for, this push. Her blood was on fire and she momentarily forgot about the blast, about the hesitation. It was a wolf, the prey and the predator. The killed and the killer, the victor and the loser, these feelings flashed through her mind, which threw caution to the wind, as her smile seemed to shift with a crack of lightning from the impending storm. That plasma, would have from her mind going into over-drive had been able to shift her sheilds, shift her blasts energy, because as things had been? She wouldn’t have been able to fire the blast off in time anyways, which was why as seconds passed, secconds which seemed to her to be a new definition of eternity, she focused that blast into her palm which glowed like a new star , the magmatic bubbles forming across her own barrier, she had grinned even wider , the blast splitting.

Sheer will, guts and a tenacity for victory. A mind like no other and this emotion in her chest allowed her to do what she thought had been nothing short of impossible. The blast’s power had shifted to both of her hands, her energy moving into over-drive redirecting remaining electrical energies into her bossom, across her back and into her own system. Generating a influx of speed and energy which made her body match cataclysmic blow with cataclysmic blow. The thunderclouds being blown away as the first thunderous encore of her glowing fist smashing into stings own was heard, matching force for force as her own wicked grin of sick sadistic glee was impossible to miss. This feeling the wriggling fire in her gut, the drips of sweat which continued to fly from her face from that first intial contact. One which she seemed unable to comprehend more then the shockwave which unsettled her very bones.

In fact she found herself loosing in raw power for a second, a crack moving through her mask. However as she grined and thrust forward, a alteration of the electrons in the radius would anchor her punch with the mass of all the air in the surrounding mile, and the ground. This would if only just, tip the balance to allow her to take the punch and cancel it out, her lips parting as she licked across their surface. The ground wouldn’t be destroyed however the sky , every cloud over the town was gone as she could feel through that punch the will that was hiding behind this fiends shell. It made her shiver, she wanted to help others, but this was a side of her too! This feeling of ferocity, it gave her a true primal tingle. Oh how lovely it was, how nice it felt she just wanted to ride this feeling to a climax. Alas though her body was tingling, and she needed to end this before her body fucked itself up worse then what she could currently handle. Which was why then she poured into the gas, forcing her energy to expand and then reinforce every inch of her body. It was hard, but it wasn’t impossible.

This punch was one which required alot of force, comparing it to the force of the punch she had taken from rose mischevang, this one was undoubtedly in terms of force had to be the stronger of the two. It was impressive really, just how this individual came across so much power was beyond her but. She knew it was her loss this time , which was why as she shifted her hands deflecting any remaining blows, she had barely avoided the blade she was flung back into, her mask shattering and her arms covered fairly heavily in deep purple bruising. In fact the arm she took the first punch with? Would be barely working, despite the force behind it she wouldn’t be punching anything quite yet. As well from a wincing pain in her chest she identified three fractured ribs, and a dislocated collar bone. After she watched the individual land, she would have shifted downwards, her eyes sliding closed partially. He seemed to be going to sleep, and she would have landed next to him. A subtle grin expanding from her lips as she would have felt the crumbles of her mask finally falling off her face, and she would have leaned down.

For such a ferocious brat.. he looked very peaceful, when he was sleeping atleast. So she had carefully pressed her lips to stings, a token of appriciation for allowing her to remember something as important as what she had infact remembered. A little smile on her face as she turned away and she would have exhaled partially and said

”..I will avenge my defeat.. you … ugh.. till then though.. don’t lose, its my role to kick your ass okay? No one elses.. “ And with that she’d spread her wings and fly off.

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