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Blightning Strikes [Black World Arc || Negative Yoruichi, CLOSED]
Tue Mar 17, 2015 3:08 pm
Song: Fight The Clock — Artist: Two Steps From Hell
There was no warning, no build-up, no ceremony to the events that took place within the Omnitsukido headquarters; the procession was so expertly crafted that nobody seemed to notice it, not until it was too late. A trail of dead bodies was left behind, though hidden. If one was not looking for them, they would not be seen nor sensed. Even for such masters of assassination, whom have hundreds of times over practiced the art of covering tracks, would be unable detect the differences in the air tonight; the handiwork of the murderer was on a whole other level. None since Sui Feng have been so impeccable in the art. For those whom wandered the grounds of the headquarters, though, it did seem to be a little less populated, though that could be blamed on the late hour. The air was clean and fresh, the dither of crickets in the background constant, but something just felt wrong; like a bad gut feeling. Eventually, people would pick up on the circumstances and perhaps find a corpse amongst the scenery, shrouded in faint kido meant to balance between hiding its energy signature and camouflaging the body. By then, dozens of the experienced and powerful members of the Omnitsukido would be dead, and then they themselves might very well be the next target...
Yoruichi had just finished pulling a wakizashi blade from another victim, sliding it at such a deliberate angle that it cleaned the blood from the weapon in the process. Not a single drop of blood spilled, and not a sound had been made. The body was spirited away in a blur, nearly unnoticeable in the dead of night, especially when there was no one to witness it. She placed another camouflaging kido upon it before laying it to rest in a distant patch of foliage apart from where most were likely to tread. When she was finished, she returned to creeping along the Omnitsukido grounds, quieter than a mouse, faster than a cheetah. Her dark skin melded well with the low light, and her special operations uniform was even darker than that. Her hair was not tied up in a ponytail, but rather cut short, barely reaching down to her neck so to not get in the way. It was a shame there would be no one to truly appreciate her features if this game kept on continuing like this. She was dropping them one by one by one, striking precisely at key times and locations to trim their numbers as much as possible before her feats were uncovered. Though at this rate, such a thing happening would be very unlikely. She was using her speed to keep tabs on the premises as a whole, using her inherited knowledge of the area and its secret passages to avoid detection while maintaining efficiency. If anyone came close to discovering a trace of her, she would already be behind them with her blade. She killed without hesitation.
This was not the Yoruichi that the Soul Society was familiar with, despite that she shared her visage and namesake. The Flash Goddess would never commit such an atrocity such as this, eliminating some of the most skilled of the Soul Society for no explicable reason. She had trained a great deal of these people. So, why? What was going on? These questions hung in the air just as the feeling of dread did over the Omnitsukido headquarters, with no answer coming in return. Silence consumed the district, deafeningly so.
The Black World was arriving.
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Re: Blightning Strikes [Black World Arc || Negative Yoruichi, CLOSED]
Tue Mar 17, 2015 10:08 pm
I'm being serious here!
Captain of Squad 13
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"Oh man..."
A voice let out, as out of the shadows of a nearby light, a figure slowly began to form… and out of this dark patch emerged the man known as Kuro Okami. To call him a man was a bit of a stretch; most of the time, he was little more than a child. However, in this moment, he knew very well what his priority was. His blade rose out of the ground, as a swirl of shadow cloaked around his body, his body vanishing ash e reappeared in front of the woman who attempted to slay all of the Omnitsuko present. "Sorry… but our intel isn't quite that bad."
The shadowy figure explained as his blade stroked out fiercely to the side, causing a wave of shadow to emerge before his body as he leaped back, throwing his hands out in every direction, throwing out a huge burst of energy as the members of the Omnitsuko were blown away, his own body suddenly becoming infused by those shadows once more as twin daggers appeared in his hands, his body bursting forwards.
Rapidly, his hands slashed at the woman, cutting at her throat, right arm, left arm, before hopping back. "…" He considered banter, but the simple fact of the matter was that the enemy before him made him feel… uneasy. He imagined this was the same kind of uneasiness that most people felt around him. After all, he could disappear and reappear among the shadows at whim, using them to aid him in visualizing several different aspects of Soul Society. If he failed here, he imagined that all the Omnitsuko would be wiped out.
It's alright though… He let out a shaky laugh as his nerves began to rattle from the sheer amount of stress against this kind of combatant, even as one hand raised upwards, assuming a defensive stance, his entire body calming as he slowly opened his eyes, looking at his opponent with pure determination. He did not have any idea who she was, or what she was doing here. All he knew was that the Omnitsuko were being overwhelmed, and that was cause enough for extreme concern. What could one shadow-based Shinigami who had never even been an operative accomplish?
That was what they were about to find out….
SHOW ME THE PANCAKES!
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Re: Blightning Strikes [Black World Arc || Negative Yoruichi, CLOSED]
Tue Mar 31, 2015 12:26 pm
Song: Fight The Clock — Artist: Two Steps From Hell
Yoruichi moved soundlessly through the darkness, becoming indistinct from the shadows due to her tact and finesse. Yet it was the very shadows she clung to that discovered her, a being hidden by the power of the umbra. Sui generis, et gravem. But the advantage was wasted, paving the way for Yoruichi to make the first strike against an ample, overt target, and she did. The shadows formed the lean body of a male, with frost white hair in tinsel apparel. He was a christmas tree with flashing lights next to the standard Omnitsukido robe that Yoruichi wore, and likely only got away with it due to his specific ability to meld with the darkness. Through a sleight of hand the dark-skinned woman sent a dagger flying into her grasp, with what only seemed like a flick of the wrist. There was no glint off of the steel in these shadows, only dull onyx racing for the arteries in his neck. She thrust the tip of her Anken with the intent to perforate his throat before his apology was quite yet finished. Even coming out of her surprise, Yoruichi's potent speed would be more than his simple dodge would be able to escape from. And with the enchantment that was imbued in the Anken, this dark one would find it difficult to turn the tip aside.
Fortunately, the wounds caused to his neck would be minimized to manageable cuts even if they reached him. It was somewhat difficult to transition from the art of silent killing to the art of true battle. There were inhibitions that Yoruichi needed to release, for stealth no longer mattered once caught. While she was adjusting, the dark one leaped back toward her with brandished knives, causing her to balance her center of gravity and lower her stance. Prepared for the assault, her single arm lashed out as little more than a dark haze as she rushed to meet the series of strikes with her own Anken. In the case that he struck with a two-pronged attack, she seemed to be able to clash with both nearly simultaneously, as though her arm was in existing in duality; in two places at once. There was an invisible aegis, wherein the woman would not allow a single attack to get through without intercepting it and deflecting it. The radius of that aegis was the same as her arm's length. And after a cacophony of metallic chimes, the exchange ceased and her foe leaped back once again.
Her pupils narrowed into slits, their animal-like nature taking hold as she got her first good look at the male. The gloom made him hard to discern, but her feline aspects granted her an unnatural edge in sight. And with it, she saw every glistening drop of sweat, every nervous shiver, and every stutter in his pulse. For what audacity the boy began with, he now was colored with tension. Her left hand twirled the Anken blade around in her palm so that the tip was pointed downward, and even more difficult to see. At the same time, her right rose up and threatened the would-be hero of the Omnitsukido with the wakizashi she had been holding at her side the entire time. ''...'' She answered him with symmetrical reticence, not truly a woman of words herself. An assassin was a tool for a job; her body acting in the reverie of killing apart of a conscious. The dark-skinned woman was simply a murderer, nothing more and nothing less. Therefore, talk would be wasted here.
Her next step occurred after two seconds: with faultless articulation Yoruichi performed the Senka. That single step moved her past her prey with what would be incomprehensible speed to most. There was a gentle curve to her trajectory that allowed her to get behind the man, and strike at his most vulnerable pressure points. The wakazashi gracefully would slip into the poor fool's back twice—no more and no less—should he not muster the ability to react fast enough to the attack. Yoruichi was capitalizing on his latent fear, believing it would immobilize him on the spot. If so, then her speed and precision with the blade would take out his Chain Binding and Soul Sleep in the time it would take him to blink, sealing away his power and likely his life. Directly proceeding this attack, Yoruichi would not be found from where she'd made her attacks, having used the Kageresu Shissou to flash step away in utter silence, the movement hidden in his eye's blind spot—something Yoruichi had extensive knowledge with. And needless to say, the woman maintained her shroud of spiritual energy to keep from being detected otherwise.
There was only one indication of where Yoruichi may have gone; the Anken that was hurled at the dark one's heart. The ebon blade was nigh unobservable under the night sky, and made worse by the speed at which it was thrown. It would be easier to hear the subtle whistle of air as the dagger traveled through the air than to see it in flight. The attack was sent as a follow-up in the case where Yoruichi's Senka did not immediately take him down. An even more tenuous strike, from another angle entirely, likely unexpected. Senka was not intended to fail, but if it did, then it at least served as a distraction. Then, from another angle different from both of the attacks, Yoruichi lied in concealment again to watch, to witness the fruits of her labor.
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Re: Blightning Strikes [Black World Arc || Negative Yoruichi, CLOSED]
Thu Apr 02, 2015 3:22 pm
I'm being serious here!
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The man known as Kuro observed as a dagger raced into the woman's hand, his eyes rapidly acquiring this fact even as his left arm shot out, the black darkness that covered its flesh melding with the shade around the combatants as it rested before his neck, the long fingers catching the blade as it entered into his palm. Without stopping, the elongated arm came back to rest, taking the blade directly without thinking about turning it aside.
His own body was prepared for combat even as the two of them entered into conflict, the knives of his Zanpakutō slashing out rapidly as he heard the clash of steel, watching carefully as she held back his dual-pronged assault. He took note of that particular aegis, his own eyes following her movements as she deflected and countered each of his attacks. He used this opportunity to learn about the woman he was fighting against. However, the problem appeared to be the fact that she had no blind spots. The aegis, no matter which angle he slashed at it from, seemed to deny each of his strokes. At last, he leaped back as that peculiar stress overcame his body, realizing that this was a case that was truly do or die. There would be no second chances. There would be no easy outs. This is what it meant to truly be a Captain, to the man standing there. For while he could only stand by as Captain after Captain of his own died; he realized that for the first time, this was his own turn. It was time for him to fight for something he believed in, even if it cost him his life.
He was totally fine with her silence; there was no problem at all with it to him. And so it was that that tension, that sweat, that pounding of his heart; all of it came to a gradual stop. The Captain relaxed, truly relaxed, and for the first time, he felt the clarity of mind that came with the experience of life and death combat. Perhaps it was fear; perhaps it was the abandonment of that negative emotion. Whatever had possessed him, it was an emotion that went far deeper than his familiar reactions. He was given two seconds; nothing more and nothing less. However, his body understood. His heart was in tandem, and together they faced the oncoming desecration that sought to dismantle him from his very core.
His eyes recognized the Senka as it came spiraling towards him; but his own Shunpo rapidly occurred as well. As she reached for his most vital pressure points, the cuts and blades slashed forwards, and in all normal instances the man would have been killed, right there and then. However, it was not just one man that was facing the woman before him. His peculiar black left arm repeatedly dashed, stretching and elongating as fingers struck out rapidly, taking on the damage from the many slashes and stabs. The outside of his skin was pierced, but the cuts were not deep; they remained only surface wounds. Meanwhile, long strands of black blood appeared around that arm, drifting and splashing about in every direction as it moved unceasingly, its pace like that of shunpo as the unnatural arm defended its owner.
The single phrase raced through the Shinigami's mind as he winced, feeling a slash at his back cut against the bone of his back with a sickening sound. The hand had not been able to reach in time, his own blades too far away as his mouth opened from pain. … He was scared, yes. He was terrified. He did not want to die. But on the other hand… he had also decided that he did not want to lose. When the final attack came, she would likely be surprised. Her calculations would be seen as totally wrong, as the man known as Kuro Okami's body had shifted positions, finally performing a single Shunpo himself as his blade met directly with hers, sparks racing about as his body flipped about in its tinseled garment, a smile appearing on his face as he watched her warp away, far away, the black hand finally moving upwards at last as it pointed directly into his blind spot…
And there, his sword transformed. Where once the blade had been had been replaced. A metallic gun, ebony black, had taken its position, and without looking two shots fired, one smashing into the Anken that was flying towards him, the other towards her heart. As it fired, his other hand reached backwards, gripping around the blade's hilt as he tossed his own blade high into the sky. His body finally lowered its center of gravity as he pointed the gun forwards, clicking the trigger.
However, there were no shots fired. There was no noise, there was no gunpowder. What this gun was firing was Darkness. Bullets of pure, piercing Darkness, shining with a malevolent energy. This was the truth of the division Thirteen Captain; the man was a Ziamichi. The spirit that had infected his body in the Wastelands was protecting its foolish host. The experience it had gathered through the last two years of watching over Kuro were not wasted. Certainly, it would normally have been difficult to see. However, for the man who stood in darkness, it was no problem at all. The speed was problematic, and that was the reason why a small drop of blood was now drifting out of his chest; small black filaments had appeared around his fingertips when his bare hand could not hold back the Anken, a decision that had been made in an instant.
At last, he stood there, holding the Anken, blood dripping from the wounds she had given him, red and black blood dripping downwards as it covered the wooden floor of the Gotei below. He considered speech for a moment, but decided there would be no purpose as the blade in his right hand and the gun in his left began to shine a dull purple. Like neon lights, these did not strain the eyes to look at or diminish the darkness; they merely existed. In this state, his Shikai had been activated. The Darkness around them began to move rapidly, as all around Yoruichi's body the dark aspect of where she was standing became a dull gray.
All of that darkness raced towards Kuro, entering inside of his body as his eyes glowed peculiarly. Finally, where Yoruichi was laying would have a patch of that gray become totally black, as Kuro's body vanished into a pool of darkness. Out of the darkness that had been reactivated, the Anken flew out, sending it right back at its master as Kuro's body reappeared before hers, a second arm of Darkness appearing out of his shoulder as it gripped around his blade. The long arm which held the gun began moving rapidly as Piero joined the fray, his bullets firing out from the darkness and the hand that possessed the gun making great slashes at her body. Finally, his left arm slashed and reached to grab around her entire body, attempting to hold her in place as he gripped around both daggers, pointing forwards as the short blades slid in an arcing motion…
And as they did so, great pools of darkness appeared around them, before expanding outwards as if they were becoming longswords. By slashing both arms forwards, spikes began to emerge from the very ground as a wave of Darkness was thrust towards the woman, a wave which would shoot towards her as it attempted to cover her legs with little holes, and completely remove her feet. At last, the man's body began to glow with that darkness once more as it completely spread over his white hair and body, making him nothing more than a shadow himself as a peculiar noise was released, his body vanishing. It was not a Shunpo. It was not a Sonido. It sounded partly like a Shunpo but instead of the swooping noise being released, there was only the sound of wind being cut.
His body began racing rapidly, stopping and restarting once again. His body lead forwards with his blades as he continually passed by her body, his eyes and Piero's watching her own weapons carefully as he did his best to break through that grip she maintained, relying on his Zanpakutō and the skills that had earned him his Captainship. At last, his body came to a pause, as all f the darkness in the room had been 'used up', a pair of black sunglasses appearing on his face as he stared directly at her. These Sunglasses were not for show; these were his optical enhancers. Ever since he had first released his Shikai, these dark sunglasses had stayed with him. Even as a captain, he could not stand the bright light that had always been leading him onwards. That light he had seen in Jenna, in Xaver, in Tsubasa, and… in Kaminari. This woman… she lacked that light, that fervor. She was the opposite. She was of the darkness. She was like him.
So he fought, the shadowy arm dissipating as the black arm abandoned its shadow weapon, the black metal fading into dust as it wrapped its huge fingers around the blade once more, as his mouth gently opened. "YES! WAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The Jester laughed from within Kuro's body as the red star-mark on his face shown bright, his cursed companion supporting him as he joined in that laughter, waiting for whatever doom lay in wait for him at the end of his dark road…
AT LAST, I MUST FIGHT!
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Re: Blightning Strikes [Black World Arc || Negative Yoruichi, CLOSED]
Fri Apr 17, 2015 9:32 pm
Song: Fight The Clock — Artist: Two Steps From Hell
As her foe once more located her new position near instantly as she hid, Yoruichi would rule out the benefits of the tactic against him. For someone who played with darkness as he did, for her to use it as cover seemed counter-intuitive. He had cognizance beyond the basic six senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and spirit, though she did not fully comprehend the fundamentals of it. It was best to assume that he could always determine her location at least as fast as his mind could process the information, and not waste effort attempting to conceal herself when it could put her into more dangerous positions than otherwise. The tell was obvious, as an umbral projectile surged toward her heart with fair accuracy. It was not fast enough to surprise someone of her caliber, but it could have been the end of anyone else. Standing out in the open now, she clenched her teeth beneath her lips in slight frustration, having flash stepped perpindicularly to the bullet's path to avoid it. She slid slightly across the ground from the rushed momentum, but otherwise quickly secured her feet on one of the feebly lit paths running through the Omnitsukido grounds. Her stance was slightly lowered, prepared for any other sudden movements, albeit her foe's pace did not warrant much celerity. She could use the excess time to throw in more attacks, but it was dangerous to do so against a foe with such... unique abilities. Yoruichi of the Black World was not a reckless individual whatsoever.
The man's gun pointed at her once again, and Yoruichi lightened her weight from her feet, bouncing on the heels. As she saw his finger squeeze the trigger, she would seem to float to the side as though she were weightless, easily clearing the blast in time. The second shot came and Yoruichi would reverse direction near instantaneously, using her light weight to reverse the momentum and fool her opponent if he even needed to be. It was a small but graceful display of footwork that threaded the dark-skinned woman in and throughout the weave of bullets. In a way, she did not even need to observe the projectiles herself in order to determine their paths of flight, even though her cat-like eyes gave her that uncanny vision; so long as she knew when the gun was fired and had a good idea of their velocity, the evasion was trivial. When the volley had finished, Yoruichi had returned to her original position in the same stance, relaxing the bounce she had worked up to conserve energy. She was back in an observant state, well enough to see the dark plasma seeping from his new wound. It would seem that he would not have been as lucky as she, though he seemed only slightly perturbed by the fact. Now in a parallel reality, perhaps another variant of Yoruichi would have smirked at the small victory, but not this one. Her face was stone cold, emotionless, and unyielding, taking the order of events as matter-of-fact. This was not something that she sought to take confidence in, but rather another flaw that she sought to take advantage of. A wound was not just a wound; it was a vulnerability that needed to be addressed, or kept with him for the remainder of the fight.
Yoruichi furrowed her brows as the man suddenly dipped into the ground as though it were made of fluid, and immediately she was on guard again. She took note of the increasing darkness surrounding her, making a logical conclusion that the next attack would come from below by the basis of both his shadow technique and his disappearance into the depths of the earth. Sure enough, her own ebon knife spewed from the great shadow below her. Using the same swift bounces from earlier, she hopped a few feet back and reached out, carefully avoiding the Anken's razor edges to snatch the weapon by its hilt. And it was a good thing too as the dark one came back into the light in front of her. She went a full one-hundred and eighty, pressing her weight down and resuming a firm stance low to the ground to employ her defensive bubble. She used both hands this time, one hand with her Anken to blot out the dark bullets with its energy-cancelling attributes, and the other hand with her wakizashi to clash back and forth with his blade in turn. The space between them was filled with splashes of shadowy smog and silvery sparks while they clashed for a while, and once again she proved he could not pierce this sort of defense like that.
He learned quickly this time, subverting his strategy and instead trying to grapple around her, but Yoruichi adjusted to it just as fast. His dark tendril would grasp for her body, but be blasted back by a violent gust of wind and sound. The concussive wave smashed straight into the dark one with able force to knock him off his feet and perhaps the weapons from his hands. Upon striking him it would likely leave him dazed with double vision, stuck with the sound of incessant ringing in his ears to overwhelm all other sounds. The ground where Yoruichi once stood, but did no longer, cracked violently and blasted outward as earthen shrapnel to shred through anything soft within several dozen meters. She'd moved with such a potent velocity that the sudden displacement had caused a destructive reaction as a result, desecrating the ground with mere speed. All attacks he'd tried to make against her would be pushed away by the forces, and once against she'd have eluded them. Rather than again this time, she appeared as a blur beside the dark one in a very unusual position. She was standing straight up for the most part, but had also raised one of her legs to such a height that it was above her head. The moment her visage would register in her foe's mind, however, she'd unleash a devastating drop kick straight onto him. Her leg would snap down like it was part of a machine, crushing whatever was in its way. The ground from the impact would splinter and depress into a crater, as massive billows of smoke and dust surged outward from the epicenter. Admittedly this attack was against the woman's standards for a stealth operation, but on hit, it was as good as a death blow. If the dark one hadn't already warned his allies now, then they'd surely know by now. Thankfully... most of the Shinigami nearby were dead anyways, thanks to what's been happening on the sidelines as Yoruichi distracted this one.
After the kick, the mocha-skinned woman hopped back twice and skidded to a stop in a straight up stance. That attack would have finished off most foes, but on the chance that it failed her, she did not take any chances. Seeing him breathe would cause her to raise her sword once more, turning her body slightly to the side as she pointed its tip threateningly toward his heart. ''Nice shades,'' she remarked in a dull voice, revealing just how apathetic she truly was. If her half-lidded eyes often depicting boredom did not give that away, the lifeless tone would. By now, the ringing would have worn off enough for him to hear what was being said, just barely. ''I do not know your name, and have not seen you before in the Soul Society. Is this your first fight? Are you freshly seated or simply insignificant? Your veins quake and your blood rushes like a newborn recruit. I cannot say which is worse; the callowness with which you fight, or the incompetency of the Soul Society in that you are the first to notice me.'' Her taunts were harsh despite the coldness she delivered them with. It was a common strategy to offset one's opponent in such a way, but there was something odd about Yoruichi's use of the tact. After a short pause, she continued, her words like sticks beating against his bones. ''The Soul Society has surely fallen from its glory days, but oh well... It's about time you arrived.'' The way she spoke now lingered with a feeling of dread, especially at the end. Before, Yoruichi hadn't a reason to speak, but now she let loose words so frivelously. And that final statement...
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''Hahahahahahaha!''
From all angles, yet none; everywhere, but nowhere, a sinister laugh flowed through the air, echoing off of every surface as though the environment was plagued with ghosts of the night. This mysterious feminine voice would eventually be pinpointed to one location as it formed an answer to Yoruichi's comment, and it was directly behind Kuro with the tip of a claw pressing against the back of his clothing. ''Oh, we ran into a bit of trouble. Too much blood, too many rolling heads, fufu~'' This was the opposite of Yoruichi's violent flash step, as Sui Feng appeared in utter silence, surprisingly so. She was thankful to her mentor, who had the thoughtfulness of mind to speak, covering the sound of every step she made with a syllable of her words. Anybody who could hear her voice would have their ears adjust to such a volume, such that her arrival was silent. However, it was not just Sui Feng who had sojourned into the Soul Society with Yoruichi, but dozens of other black-clad Omnitsukido members as well. For every individual in this reality, the Black World had a copy. Each of them brandished a blade of some sort, slick with the blood of their alter-ego, as Sui Feng had ordered them to kill their counterparts. They appeared as though they had always been standing there watching, but just couldn't be seen. Now, every where Kuro turned his head, there they were, with killer intent.
If her succulent prey did not immediately escape, then Sui Feng would tease the skin of his back with Suzumebachi, planting her Homonka marks in multiple different places, but never the same one. Each prod would draw a small globule of blood that could fit on the nub of a finger. Otherwise, she'd not mind if he escaped, because she did not always like to end things early. She grinned mischieviously either way, clearly pleased with herself. Oh, was it satisfying to see the mutilated bodies of all those poor, startled Shinigami. They wore the faces of her comrades, but weren't; it was an odd mixture of feelings that she could only describe as great. Killing them was a shot in the arm, and she was high on the experience. But in the midst of her mission, came all this noise from over in this general direction. It was funny that her master of all people was the one who got caught first, laughable irony. She supposed it was time to pull her ass out of the fire and pick off this dark little one for her. She looked at the young man almost lustfully, once again letting out a playful giggle.
Suddenly, Sui Feng arched her weapon hand back, spreading her fingers and extending them to their length as if preparing to claw someone. This would be proceeded by a flash step that caused her to lurch forward in a missile of black blurs and the golden streak that was Suzumebachi. She started with a swipe as soon as she landed her dominant foot in front of Kuro, enough to drive a cut through his chest with the claw of her Zanpakutō. Through this movement came a great gust of wind that wasn't intensely powerful, but strong enough to push him back. The intent was to hold him and his attacks back, preventing him from taking aim at her or striking at her in the space of time after her initial slash. It was a buffer that allowed her to follow into her next step: Her weapon arm was now crossed against her chest, so she pushed her body forward and launched her elbow into his stomach with such battery that it might cause him to upchuck his dinner. Fortunately, Sui Feng would not be there if that was the case, as she displayed her profound speed and footwork to move away. She pirouetted in a quarter circle with her opponent as the focus, using her counter-clockwise momentum to launch a roundhouse kick straight into the back of his head from his left side. Even if the direct kick did not land, there was enough power behind the kick to dish out collateral damage by just coming close, possibly knocking him off his feet that way. The spin would continue even still, and Sui Feng would launch a volley of eight Anken from her blurred form while still managing impressive accuracy. They were scattered enough that it was difficult to block or evade all of them, but close enough together that not acting at all would be the worst outcome for him.
By the time she stopped her revolutions, she would crouch low to the ground with one hand pressed against the concrete ground. The squad of the Omnitsukido mostly just formed a wide circle around the battle, creating a barrier of sorts to cage their prey, but Yoruichi would walk forward wordlessly from the bunch in a very casual manner. Sui Feng would rise up to height with a wry smirk plastered on her face, still eyeing Kuro with her sinister expression. Yoruichi would stop just beside her student, with an contradicting stone look. They raised their weapons simultaneously, Yoruichi with her wakizashi, and Sui Feng with her gauntlet, aiming them at the Soul Sleep and Chain Binding of their opponent, respectively. While one was still quiet as ever, the little bee herself couldn't help but remark in tongue-in-cheek fashion: ''It always is a pleasure working with you Yoruichi-sama~''
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Re: Blightning Strikes [Black World Arc || Negative Yoruichi, CLOSED]
Sat Apr 18, 2015 12:09 pm
Many would question why Tetsuya had come here in much of the things. Tetsuya was a suspicious man above all else. He was an educated fighter, strategist, and assassin. But his gut instincts told him something was wrong about this place, they'd been silent. So investigation was needed, he vanished off the face of the earth. No pressure, nothing left of him Tetsuya was trained by what some argue the greatest assassin to live. His father cast a large shadow that much was certain, he glanced at the scene before him as he arrived. His reiatsu, smell, and even breathing were gone using special moves. Plants covered his scent by creating a stronger smell then normal, his zanpaktuo's earth qualities allowed him to evaluate the situation before entering. Judging the appearance of these two they were Soi Fon and Yoruichi of the second Division. Their personalities seemed somewhat off, he listened to them speak calmly. Watching as Kuro was left open, he figured the male could handle himself. He needed to find an opening and strike, they were Captains. This was their arena and they needed to fight correctly. He made no sounds and allowed no signs of his presence to be detected yet, he watched them closely. Studying his prey like an animal hunting, his eyes were like that of any Beast. Sizing them up and taking each one in, he was well aware of their speed. Both had a reputation for being quick, he estimated their speed around his father's level. Roughly he suspected Yoruichi was faster then Soi Fong, merely by what he could see. Their bodies were similar and different at the same time, Soi Fong was built scrawny and with a smaller body and Yoruichi was slightly more toned. Something that came from training pretty hard to get that way, he would need to step in and attack both at once. How to perform this fight was the question, they both had energy beyond what he could access at the moment. His mind flashed back to fighting people of their speed level, reflex's and muscles told him what to do.
First and foremost they were going to need help, so he did something only he and his family knew how to do. He sent off a silent butterfly, it was a hell butterfly that required no energy. This little creature would find one strong and willing to help, it was directed to the Iramasha. Since the situation was unknown to him yet, his eyes watched for a moment longer. Tetsuya had to do this part carefully but he didn't see a way to come in, Yoruichi herself left few openings. Soi Fong was fast enough to make up for most openings he'd seen. He was a quick fighter, but not through Shunpo he could keep up with her for the most part. But both of them would be troublesome, he thought calmly and decided to make his move. His presence didn't waver once as he silently appeared behind Yoruichi. Like a hunting beast no smell, no sounds, not even a trace of reiatsu reached the air. He made sure he came in out of Soi Fon's view as well, the first thing to do was to attack them both at the same time. He didn't even let Kuro be aware of his presence yet he made a swipe with his sword at Yoruichi's spine. The blade made no sounds or even a whisper within the air, the assassination move of his family. At this exact moment plants and earth wrapped around Soi Fon's legs. This was merely to by time for a spike of metal coming from the earth, Tetsuya was fairly sure Yoruichi would dodge his move. So he needed to be prepared properly and ready to battle with her and the student. This situation had gone on long enough, the male would have to fight silent for now. Whatever came next was up to thought but he knew not to come in blind. Around his body was an earth shield, it was blended in with his skin and body. At the points he suspected the Soi Fon would attack, they were blended in perfectly with clothing and body to prevent suspect of him. His approach had been flawless, no wind or anything to give him away as he attacked the two. Tetsuya didn't bother revealing his presence yet, making his move on the two quickly.
The sending for help was complete and now it was time to stall, Tetsuya could do this two ways. Continue to attack them at their own game, he was trained after all. Familiar with Shunko as well since he fought his father who used it also. The only difference was that he was capable of fighting Hakuda more effectively. What was the best answer for this fight, should he try to be a target in the middle of the enemies like Kuro? No Captain Kuro had to fight his way and Tetsuya would fight this in his own fashion. Once help arrived they could hopefully dispose of these two and deal with the more dangerous threat. Something troubled Tetsuya more then anything else, as he finished the swing of his blade. Where was the Head Captain, he wasn't sure what the leader could be doing. Tetsuya knew Iriko was an introvert but this was pushing things wasn't it? He made sure his swing left no openings, he could easily use Hakuda to cover it up. Tetsuya was a seasoned warrior and had been fighting for a long time. He also was quite familiar with assassins, Soi Fon and Yoruichi had likely figured out a way to get around this. It was hard to say what would come next, this was a battle unlike anything he'd seen in a while. The fights going on here were almost like a new dawn, Tetsuya's eyes focused on the two. He was the Beast and these two were prey and nothing more. They both were strong and even the strong can be hunted when done properly. He'd made every move with calculations on to the next level, their speed had been measured against his fathers. With everything in all the calculations complete and the time to put them into practice. It was time to pull back the curtain and prepare for battle. He finished the sword swing making sure it was a clean cut, if he was able to connect on Yoruichi's body. That was good she had some blood and he could hopefully keep track of her. Tetsuya was ready for this and would battle till someone arrived.
If none arrived then the Beast would unleash his power, this fight couldn't stay hidden for too long. He'd given that butterfly the instructions needed to get help from the Iramasha. One may ask why did Tetsuya seek the Iramasha over other Captains. Because they needed some teeth, nothing like that existed right now that could aid them. Captain Ibiki wasn't present, the Second Division Captain was still a novice. The only choices were Kuro and himself for the moment, they would defend this place. Yamamoto, Xavier, Tsubasa, and Iriko, these people protected this place. Many different ways and different styles, but at the end of the day it would come down to who did what. Actions spoke louder then words, he was well prepared for this battle and was ready to show it. Tetsuya knew the fight wouldn't be easy and would require some strategy and fierceness. Good thing he was still like a hollow, his instincts and blood burned. They were on fire and battle could begin now, he held his sword at the ready. His eyes and the area around him properly prepared for the next attack, the earth wasn't quite what it appeared underneath.
Now to dance with the devil in the pale moon light.
Summery:
- Spoiler:
- Tetsuya observed Yoruichi and Soi Fon, gauging their speed and reaction times. Also sending for help while doing so, he then used his stealth to get behind Yoruichi attacking her with a sword stroke that was a horizontal swipe. Using the style which allowed him to keep all sound and all evidence of the strike to zero. While this happened earth wrapped around Soi Fon's feet and so did plants, then a piece of metal shot through the ground to impale her. These attacks came from his Zanpakutō and his skills at wielding it. Tetsuya coated certain area's on his body in earth and blended it in with his body for Soi Fon's shikai. Finally he altered the ground to a different element to allow him to be prepared for the next attack to come and leaving himself with few openings for counter attack.
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Re: Blightning Strikes [Black World Arc || Negative Yoruichi, CLOSED]
Sun Apr 19, 2015 4:19 pm
Artist: Legaia 2 - Song: God's Fist - Word Count: 2093
Numerous distress signals came from the barracks of The Onmitsukidō. From the way things were shaping up to be? The infection of the inverse realm was spreading and tainting the true Soul Society. Therefore, more urgent actions needed to take place in order to help bring an end to this dark crusade. Henceforth, to help their allies, The Iramasha Guard picked up the transmission of a Hell Butterfly and decided to send in their finest to assist with the problematic invasion. And, out of everyone to be sent, The Leader of the Iramasha Military himself saw fit to deal with two of history's most infamous Shinigami.
However, he understood that these were not the real versions of those fighters as well. There were many different sources of information coming in, but the most accurate had to have came from the woman who helped build him into the man he is: The Devil of Boundaries -- Yukuri Iramashsa. While all other Iramasha Forces were busy dealing with the tactical side of the war, The Mistress of The Border had been preoccupied with analyzing the contents of the incident and discovered that reflections of a persons spirit were being produced from this world.Thus, when she shared this information with others in the Iramasha Clan, The Hell Hound could only deduce that these radical actions from the Shinigami represented their ties to this twisted inverse realm.
Ergo, as more reports from the Gotei Thirteen were shared along the telepathic line of communication through their research division, Koichi started gaining more insight into the battle. From what he could gauge from the report? It was apparent enough that these two figures were giving each of the Captains a difficult time. They managed to bypass the Gotei Thirteen's defenses and have a group of mercenaries working under them break through. At the rate things were going? If someone didn't step in, they'd surely lose this fight.
As a result of this, he mobilized a small squadron of Iramasha Elite to follow alongside him in this mission to help take back the Second Division. Their objective was to neutralize the threat, secure the Seireitei and vanquish anything that gets in their way. Short, sweet and simple.
And to further help this directive, both Koichi and the Iramasha Guards themselves were given insight by The Devil of Boundaries. In order to avoid mixing any Saca Dila, the apparent term for these creatures, with the actual and true reflections of the spirit? They were given a means spiritual awareness to help them sort through these targets. Based on the fact that all of these warriors have sharp senses for energy detection, The Royal Devil shared with them the common frequency that the spirits of the Inversed Souls operated on in order to help avoid confusion. Much like there are different types of sound, the pulsation in which these entities gave off were fairly different to the ones of their native worlds and they'd be equipped to cope with that fact to avoid friendly fire in this incursion.
So, with all their gear set, there was nothing left to do but venture forth and pray for the best. They'd have one shot to otherwise make a swift and successful assault on them, so they would need to use their element of surprise with Chaos Warp to bring down the numbers. In light of that, Koichi Iramasha ordered that all subjects taking part in this mission become enhanced by the allure of the Master Gem owned by the Shrine Guardian: Reimu Iramasha.
Given the fact that this sacred stone could amplify ones physical and spiritual powers to heighten extents of power, they all felt a general sense of strength flowing through them from this augmentation. If nothing else, they'd be three times stronger, faster and durable then before for a long enough duration of time to hopefully put the coffin in these scum.
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Therefore, with all their tools ready, the lone wolf stood upon The Edge of Iramasha ready to give the order at any second to embark on this operation. With the winds whirling and thrashing against the male's bare chest and raven black hair, The Hellhound's errie black ears twitched at the sounds he detected from the hell beneath Iramasha Island's reach. Clenching on to his blackened pants out of anger for this outbreak of destruction and mayhem, The Military Leader scowled and the glowing ember of his crimson red eyes could pierce a sense of dread into the bravest of souls for the rage he felt now.
"Alright men: let Operation Negative Strike begin."
In those gruff and swift words, the trigger was pulled and the bullet of the Iramasha Clan were ready to hit its mark on these bastards. For this reason, numerous men in shadow hued cloaks emerged at the hound's side from rays of bright white light. All of them were muscular and each of them had on their iron clothing a mark of the Iramasha Clan's symbol in a white color on their center backside to represent who they truly were. With one single affirming shout, they followed their leader into the jaws of combat and faded away with a scarlet glow from the tip of Iramasha Island.
Then, following the point of locking on to each of the negative shinigami's life force, The Iramasha Military positioned their teleporation spells to summon them directly behind each inversed The Onmitsukido member. From there, they would release a dangerous and explosive amount of power on their spines in the form of a concentrated beam of energy. From the enriching properties of the master gem, combined with their relatively high level of power, they sought to blow through the backsides of each Iron-Clad force and render them either incapacitated or outright dead.
Occurring in brief flashes of light, they then warped themselves to the top of each Inversed Shinigami in order to flatten them further with another pin-point and focused chaos blast to the base of their skulls. This was done in the hopes that they would compound the first assault on top of this one in order to cripple their foes and further leave them a bloodied and burnt corpse.
All the while, Koichi himself went directly for the big dog, or, in this case, big cat. Emerging out a vortex that emerged in milliseconds to the side of Yoruichi, The Hell Hound leaped into action and sought to align his shoulder with the vertical position of The Flash Goddess's side. Then, in this break-neck moment of speed and teleportion, the male shifted his weight and sent rush of Chaos Energy towards the centermost point of his left elbow. Combining the dense amounts of energy being produced, the swiftness of his timing and the high volumes of kinetic energy associated with this strike; Koichi aimed to either inflict significant damage upon her and quite possibly knock her unconscious with this damning blow to the neck combined with his raw physical strength, potent energy and nimble speed.
"Purr for me."
And with those words spoken, Koichi wasted no time and kept his mind and body moving. In another Chaos Warp, Koichi re-positioned himself to the front of Yoruichi. In a shift move, Koichi utilized his warping technique to try and get the edge up on this sinister Shinigami and grab her shoulders. From there, the intent was to pull her body downward with a hard amount of force. Which, in doing so, yielded the feasibility of cracking the very bones in her joints with his augmented strength.
Following that, the next move was to bring his knee up in a quick motion, draw her head to it and bash it against the bone of his kneecap to inflict a strong amount of damage. Combined, with all of these attacks, the injuries which could be induced on her body varied anywhere from shattered bones, to rupturing organs and typical things such as cuts or bruises.
However, with each physical attack he made, there was an illumination of red Chaos Energy. So, from harnessing the power of seals, Koichi intended to make this a double-edged attack and sought to compress the waves of spiritual energy flowing within Yoruichi. This could result in her body feeling fatigued, reactions becoming sluggish and body eventually being slowed when it comes to the time it takes to release attacks and her infamous movement.
Koichi was skilled in the art of sealing, and he was no fool when it came to the knowledge of his opponent. So combining these two elements with his hand-to-hand experience, speed, energy and relatively sharp mind; the potency of these strikes dared to at least make her remember the mark of the Hell Hound in some shape or form. He understood that sh e was one of the fastest beings in existence, so the objective was to catch her off guard, by surprise or bypass it all with teleporation. Then, when he touches her, the binding would begin and the playing field would be further tipped in the scales of The Iramasha Guard's favor.
Was it a dirty move? Perhaps. But The Iramasha could care less about it when they are in the middle of all out war. Through the brutal training of The Devil Iramasha Clan, he was taught for a young age to do whatever it took to ensure your victory -- by any means necessary. And while he was not one to sacrifice his men to achieve the task as his father was, Koichi would do anything he needed to heighten his chances of victory.
Which is why he commanded that his reinforcements come in groups of twelve across every division of the Gotei Thirteen and further beyond into the Seireitei and other districts of the Soul Society. Coming in clusters of twelve, these men were embellished with the power of The Iramasha's Master Gem. And, thus, were in a position to create sacred barriers of the utmost strength to prevent any further intruders from entering into their realm. These barriers served to provide a strong resistance against spacial or dimensional opening, heavy striking physical attacks and damning blows from energy attacks.
They were all working together through Chaos Sync as a collective unit to pull in this victory and Koichi was determined to lead them down the path of victory as his heart surged with anxiety. So, feeling the adrenaline kick in, the extended grip of Koichi's tail then attempted to swat away Soi-Fong as he transferred a high amount of Chaos Energy into that extension of himself to swat her away with enough physical force to flatten a mountain, bu directed and guided solely to explode upon her body following the attacks Tetsuya made.
Then, with his eyes still on Yoruichi, The Hell Hound smirked and uttered these words:
"Let's play a bit of cat and dog and ask the ultimate question: do you have a chicken or a pig in there, Flash Goddess?"
Then, with a glance back to Kuro and Tetsuya, Koichi nodded his head and sent a telepathic message to him.
'You. Shinigami. If you can't fight, then you need to evacuate this area quickly. I can't assure your safety if you intend to stay and we'll allow you cover to leave if you must. Once you give me the signal, I'll warp you out of here'
Words urgent and fast, the Hell Hound knew he needed to get these messages out as quickly as he could as time was of the essence when dealing with these women. So, he then directed the next line to Tetsuya:
'And if you can't handle Soi-Fon, TELL ME. We'll need to coordinate and act as a unit. Gauging from what I know of Yoruichi, I know I'm on par with her to fight. So, if you can handle her associate, we may have this.'
Thus, with the cards laid out, Koichi finished his messages and left the lines of communication open for each of the Shinigami to send their mental thoughts back to him by connecting them all through trait lines of Chaos Energy syncing them all together.
Only time would tell if these strategies would prove to have an effect, but The Hell Hound was banking on something sticking. They couldn't afford to lose this battle at the rate things were going for the Soul Society. So, with those worrying thoughts in the back of his head, the male pressed forward and hoped that everything would turn out in their favor.