Re: Hate & Memories [OPEN]

Tue 26 Apr 2016, 19:39

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Hisao won't fall from the same trick again, not this time. If he could not find his presence through sound, then it will through air particles that is pushed out of his way in order to move. Knowing that fact, Hisao is not the type that's as fast as Henrex either and before the strike came down, instead of charging the electromagnetic blast, one of his Nasods would fire a weak, incomplete pulse instead. Like a shockwave of energy, it would forcefully push Henrex's Zanpakutō off by a few inches away while managed to cut right across Hisao's back. He didn't have enough time to charge a powerful blast to decimate him, so he had to abandon the process and proceed to fire off a shockwave instead.

It hurts. Even pushing away the Zanpakutō by a few inches and preventing Henrex from inflicting the damage that he desired to, it still connected, causing a wound that was a few inches across his back with its flesh that has not yet penetrated deep enough to inflict any serious wound. However, his clothes would be damaged from the back, with his own blood leaving a stain on his white hoodie.

"Kuahahaha! Now you've done it, brat! I will make sure that your death will be painless!"

His Nasods would be positioned in a circular formation right in front of him and without wasting his time, they would start to spin around in front of Hisao. Accelerating faster and faster every second, cracks of electricity can be visibly seen in the center of the formation, an orb of electricity forming in the center. By compressing and concentrating all the electrical energy within a single point, it would both save him time and energy to prepare individual blasts from each Nasod. And quickly enough, the orb would be launched into a form of a blast. A blast that would be twice as powerful as a cero and a range wide enough to cover 100 meters wide in front of him. The building that he is standing on would be blown into nothing more but its individual atoms left floating on the air, without dusts to prove its existence. If Henrex was caught in the blast, not even he would leave the battlefield with just normal injuries.

Because of his carelessness of taking that attack, Hisao wasn't going to let it slide this time. Iron sand would appear out of nowhere, volumes of iron sand would pour out to the point where it would have an equal volume to that of Hisao's body. The unique power of his cyberbrain, and that is constructing something out of nothing just by using 'data' like a computer would create a file. Its name would be Data Construction, a phenomena that only Hisao himself can explain after years of knowledge and confinement.

Using his electromagnetism manipulation, he spares no time to surround himself with the iron sand like a vortex just a few meters away from himself. But this time, he isn't going to do it on how he has used it against his captain. Since iron is a great electricity conductor, he has an idea. Two of his fingers would extend outward towards the iron sand surrounding him, and with a whisper of Hadō, concentrated bursts of electricity would fire right out of his hand, up to six of them, all of them crashing right into the iron sand created by himself. If you don't understand? This kido of his is a mimic of Hadō #4, Byakurai. Changing the methods of using spiritual energy and how it was structured, he could effectively increase its concentration, power equivalent to Hadō #20 as well as splitting it up to six of them.

At this point, his Nasods would have been recovered around him as well. Protecting himself by using all six of his Nasods to produce a weak electromagnetic field by surrounding each corner around Hisao. Now, the main event begins. Now with the vortex of iron sand, induced with a large voltage of electricity. In this moment, it is to prevent Henrex from getting near him. As long as he doesn't have the physical strength or energy to cut through it, getting close to it or slicing it would shock Henrex that could ultimately burn his hand.

Although, only for awhile, with a wave of his fingers, the electrically-induced iron sand would be manipulated, as if it were water and wherever Henrex currently may be, he would throw the iron sand right at him. Blocking it would be a bad idea, since if it crashed right into his body or sword, not only his flesh would be ripped to pieces by the violent, swirling iron sand like a drill but he would be met together with electricity shocking across his body and would slide right into his open wounds to temporarily cause his muscle to spasm. If he dodged, as long as he is not further than 500 meters, Hisao would redirect the movement of the iron sand to where Henrex may move to, chasing him relentlessly like a manually-controlled homing missile until he is caught.

He won't let this game of life and death be so boring though. While the iron sands continue to chase down Henrex within the range of 500 meters, with his other hand free, he would strategically place 2 Nasods, one on the north and the south. He would begin chanting, as if he was preparing something. It is not kido but something that Hisao has come up with to make sure Henrex would have the time of his life. It might take awhile to prepare but it wouldn't be fun if he is so impatient.

"Earth. I command you to heed to my words as I will bring down the first law of this world."

Now, what will this be?

Wed 27 Apr 2016, 01:38

Pain. That's the only thing that coursed through Henrex's mind as his left arm was caught within the blast that Hisao Yazaki had fired at him. His arm flared with pain, and he flash stepped away, and onto another building, staying away from Hisao. He closed his eyes, his eyes showing no reaction, but inside, every single fiber in his body screamed in pain, as his arm was heavily burned, and multiple cuts and burns scattered his forearm. He wasn't fast enough that time. He couldn't escape unscathed. His left arm, now useless, hung limp at his side as he the watched as sand began to form into a vortex around the madman in front of him.

Henrex watched in mild interest as six electric blasts flew towards him. He could feel the strength of the spiritual power. This was some sort of special Kido, identical in strength to a commonly used Kido spell. Hadō #4, Byakurai. Since this was similar to Byakurai, and that it was Kido, Henrex could try and counter it with Kido of his own. But, as of now, he could only perform Kido up to 10. But this wasn't a problem. He had a plan. He clasped his hands together, and began his own Kido chant. "Sphere of power....form within my hand....hear the crack....OF THE FREEZE! Henrex said, which began with a whisper, but ascended into a shout. He parted his hands, showing a ball of ice in the space between his palms. He would have to aim this carefully. One wrong move and he could die from his own Kido.

He hurled this frozen orb forward, a few feet away from him, which, once it made contact with the ground, it exploded into twenty ice needles that would fly everywhere, but mostly in the direction of the strange versions of Byakurai that this person had produced. This was Hadō #9, Kori No Tama. If Hisao were to be distracted by this, he quickly disappeared once more using his Flash Step, reappearing on a building behind Hisao, drawing his sword from his sheath with his right hand, where his sheath was also located. He gripped his sword tight, determined to beat some sense in this person.

He whispered something, not meant for Hisao to hear, since this was revealing his most inner secret. The seal on his back, shaped like a set of two wings near his spine, began to glow under his shihakusho, as the wings he always hid appeared, growing out of his back. His feathery secret tore the back of his shihakusho, and his wings spread out, revealing them to the fullest. This was his final secret. As he felt the fabric of his shihakusho tear on his back, he said quietly. "Might as well show him the rest. There's no longer a point in hiding." As he said this, he twisted his Zanpakutō around, pointing the razor sharp tip towards his chest, with the tip just piercing the fabric. He then slashed upwards, cutting his shihakusho in two, allowing the rest of the robe that represented his Shinigami status fall, then blow into the wind. His entire upper body was revealed now. Pale, with scars all over him, as well as strange tattoo-markings all over him, which were partially covered by scars. This was Henrex Astillon. His voice was still quiet as he spoke. "Do you understand why I cover myself now, Hisao Yazaki?"

Fri 29 Apr 2016, 22:10

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Well, it doesn't seem to work according to his calculations. Only have caught him on the initial blast, the rest of his attacks didn't work because he countered it with ice, making his work fairly difficult to deal with. Since his back is still stinging with pain, it makes concentration hard especially when he was beginning to prepare for a large-scale attack of his own to end this pointless fight.

The same trick, performed again for the third time will not work again this time. Such a distraction would be proven futile when Henrex tries to appear behind him, but further away this time. He is dealing with an engineer, not some random shinigami who didn't know much. However, before he could finish his incantation, a surprise came to him when he ripped his clothing to show the secrets in that ridiculous cover. Hisao has never mentioned once about needing to know his secret neither did he even want to know about it but it rendered him speechless, so why did Henrex show him such a thing now of all times?

Keeping his Nasods on the same exact spot they were, Hisao has absolutely zero intentions of stopping his tracks right now. This may be some type of trap or a way to buy time to recover, who knows? But he wasn't going to let this chance go by. While slowly supplying spiritual energy to his Nasods to prepare his.. 'stuff', a thought came into his mind. And of course, he is not going to hesitate to ask Henrex about it.

"I do not care about why you would cover yourself but I will ask you one thing: Do you know about Project Particle Core? I intend to receive my answer immediately or else, I will end this chit-chattering once and for all."

Project Particle Core. An experimentation project led by his foster parents in order to create an artificial God. While he has obliterated every trace of it, Hisao leads himself to the possibilities that he may be a survivor of that horrible experiment. Hisao was absolutely sure that he killed everyone in it. He came back here simply to search the remains and find anything useful out of the destruction he once made in the project, but surely, this man isn't apart of the cruelty he has faced.

Sat 30 Apr 2016, 01:36

Henrex was taken aback from his question, as the remark was sudden and quick, but fierce. Project...Particle...Core? Hm....he racked his mind for any traces of the words within his mind, and within his Cyberbrain's database. He found...only mentions of the name. He didn't anything other than it's name, and...the aftermath. This was from days of research in the Seireitei, wondering what it was. He merely lowered his head, his eyes now no longer visible in the light of the sun. He flicked the blade of his Zanpakutō to the right, removing any remaining blood on the steel. His eye twitched as Henrex tried to remain calm. His Cyberbrain began to malfunction, with the normal user interface that would be seen as he looked onward begin to glitch.

The virus within it was acting up once again. Kajet Shadowguard. A previous Hollow program that was used to deal with the Hollowfication incident years ago. It soon grew sentient, and broke free. After a few years of hiding, it stowed itself away in Henrex's Cyberbrain. It would act up at random times, with different magnitudes of sporadic effects. That was the current problem. It was trying to take over him. Henrex stepped closer to the end of the roof, before tipping over and falling off, before righting himself and landing on his feet. His pure black eyes showed no emotion. His face was as hard as stone. He slowly took a step forward...and again. Walking towards Hisao with silent, but deadly footsteps. He looked Hisao dead in the eye, his black eyes now changing from black...to a crimson red.

This continued over and over, causing Henrex's body to start to tense. Perhaps he should tell him to run? Tell him the truth, then run away?" Henrex's mind was filled with turmoil as he tried his hardest to remain in control over his body and his Cyberbrain. "....Project....Particle...Core?" Henrex said quietly, as if the name itself was a reason to be afraid. "....I have heard of it, yes. I know the pain and suffering of those who were involved. Because someone erased all traces of it. There were no survivors. I don't remember.....if I was involved...or not....I can't...remember..." Henrex looked down towards the sand, his mind and heart in turmoil once more. He didn't know what to do. Even if he was a part of it, he couldn't remember.

He couldn't be to blame for that, could he?

Sat 30 Apr 2016, 19:30

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Death is the definition of that project. You'll be discarded if you are weak and subjected to more torture if you are strong. It is the same thing either way. Since the Project Particle Core was only public several years later after its destruction, there was not much information about it due to how terribly blown apart; a tidy work done by none other than Hisao himself. Words spoken by Henrex had a tone of confusion, unsure of whether he was involved in that cruelty. Now, even Hisao doesn't know if he was another survivor of that experiment. Now, he is curious to crack open that head of his and run through his memories.

With that aside, Henrex was acting odd. It was easy to notice with how his eyes seem to change and the frequency noise that the machine inside of him seems to be making. Malfunction? Being an engineer himself, when a type of machine acts out of place, there is always a noticeable trait that makes it different from its original or intended behavior. Four of his Nasods slowly drew closer to Hisao, preparing for any counterattack in case of danger while he slowly stepped back. Melee combat is not his forte, so neither would he like to be dragged into it.

"An experiment to create an artificial God, that is what it is. Well, since you don't know much about it, I highly doubt you're involved in it."

Cold and direct. His tone became calmer, no longer showing off that attitude of his, a small mention of that incident was enough for him to get on his bad side. As much as he hates to talk about it, Hisao needed confirmation whether if he was one of the survivors, but guessed he was wrong, at some point. Looking right into Henrex's eyes, it was a clear sign that if he tried anything funny, someone might lose a life here. After all, Hisao has a bad feeling about what was going to happen soon. The frequency of his machine was grinding uncomfortably into his calculations as if something had broke it and for an engineer, it would even grind his gears of such incomplete creation. No matter what his face may so, Hisao's blood is boiling for joy. Never once has he felt such a pressure, he was determined to bring down the entire district.

While cautiously giving attention to what Henrex may do, he continued on with his incantations in order to prepare himself for a little.. bomb.

"Rebuild. Rephrase. Conceptualize a new law onto the palm of my hands."

The game has just started.

Sun 01 May 2016, 05:19

Henrex's mind was in a frenzy. He was trying so desperately to remember, but he couldn't. A mind wipe? Could they have mind wiped him? Was it possible? Is that why he didn't remember? All he knew was...."All I remember....was arriving in the Rukongai....and then one day wanting...to become....a Shinigami....for...revenge...on something...could it have been...a mind wipe?" Henrex said, before he realized something. An...artificial...God? Henrex had heard of people trying to do that, but none had been as successful from the limited knowledge he had of Project Particle Core.

Henrex was beginning to panic. He was losing control, and if Hisao didn't get out of there, he could quite possibly kill him. Kajet was a ruthless killer, destroying anything in his way. He clenched his teeth and fell to his knees, grabbing his head. He couldn't hold out much longer if Hisao decided to stay, and if he did, he could be in a world of hurt. Kajet wasn't able to cause major wounds right away, but, instead, liked causing severe pain before killing his victims. His eyes twitched more and more, and a spark could be seen from his eyes, where his Cyberbrain was installed. "Get out of here....while you still can...." Henrex spat, his tone sounding like he had just swallowed poison.

A sudden wave of static surrounded him for a brief moment, before fading away. Henrex was reaching his limits of control, and it was breaking fast. He clenched his teeth, hearing whispers throughout his mind, as Kajet spoke to him. "Shut up...I'm not hearing this...NO!" Henrex growled, as he tried his hardest to resist. His eyes turned red once more....and didn't change back. His body slowly became enveloped in the static, before a pair of red eyes glared out at Hisao. The static faded, and retreated to his hands. This was no longer Henrex. The was the virus within his Cyberbrain. Henrex had not changed much, but it was still a unsettling sight. His entire body had changed a darker shade of his normal color. His fingertips were now pointed. Claws. His lips moved for a moment...only to release a growl. His teeth...white as snow, but sharp as knives.

The virus now in control leaped forward, his claws primed for attack. As he drew near, the same static flashed on his right arm, before it enlarged. The static was now a 3 foot long blade. The virus would swing down, aiming for a single, killing strike. If Hisao were to avoid this, the virus would then reach out with his left hand, aiming to grab him by the shirt and bring him close so that he could strike. If this worked, the virus would slash him once across the chest before hurling him away. If he did not catch him, he would thrust his bladed arm out, hoping to stab Hisao. After it's initial rampage of attacks, the virus controlling Henrex's body would leap backwards, hovering within the air, and growling once again.

"Grr...kill..."

Sun 12 Jun 2016, 02:25

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The noise built up quickly, exponentially annoying him from both the inside and the outside. Barely listening to the warnings that Henrex initially told him to, the very moment he leaped forward at the direction where Hisao was standing, he knew exactly what to do after figuring out the oddities of him acting so strangely beforehand. While Hisao is still not an expert on the field of physical speed, calculations is what he is best at in terms of knowledge and using his cyberbrain to do a quick bit of work, information is quickly sent to the Nasods to involuntarily protect him at all costs. One of his Nasods would be pressed against Henrex's forehead the very moment he leaped forward and there, in a point-blank range, Hisao would attempt to deliver a quick shot of electricity. At such a range, it would be difficult to avoid.

That quick shot of electricity isn't used to kill Henrex but give him a knockout for sure. Whatever he was about to deal with, Hisao isn't going to let it slide and have a one on one against this young man suddenly turning into a berserker. The output of the Nasod, in a point-blank range, would deliver enough voltage that can potentially send a shock to the organic brain, as well as a cyberbrain, to a near unconscious state of mind. This would not damage Henrex's brain at all, however, it would disable most, if not, some of his voluntary actions. Since the frontal lobe is receiving a direct shock, it may temporarily weaken his motor functions, languages and etc.

But..
This doesn't assure that he is going to get knocked unconscious by this measly method. If he had some resistance against electricity, and if Henrex doesn't get knocked out by the electricity, it was guaranteed that Hisao would definitely get a full slash across the chest as intended by this insane of a man. Knowing that he wasn't much of a tanker on his own, Hisao would definitely take a full blow of the pain coursing across and out of his chest.

He would sweat profusely, placing his hand against the wounded area across his chest. This was it. He reached the breaking point of even being calm. No.. to even try to be all calm and cool was a stupid idea. Ah, to fight with someone as insane as him means that he has to be insane himself as well. Aha.. Ahaha..
SNAP.

"KUAHAHAHAHA! KILL, YOU SAY!? YOU'VE JUST CROSSED THE LINE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Breaking his own kido spell, all 6 of his Nasods would gather above him and without hesitation, began his attempt to switch to rapid-firing to his Nasods into a form of an orb. While they are as weak as a bee's sting, our little Henrex here was going to be surprised. Firing at the rate akin to that of a minigun's, thousands, no.. millions of these orbs would be blasted towards Henrex relentlessly. It is true that they only may sting like a bee, but by sheer number, they could easily dig a hole on a solid ground in a matter of seconds. Explosive in nature, it would serve as more of a threat at this point.

Now, the destruction of this district will be withheld at the very moment that Hisao snapped mentally. This is no longer some battle of wits, power or anything of that generalized stupidity. This simply meant the battle between two mentally broken people. Here, he thought being calm and collected can give him the advantage when it comes to intelligence and strategy, but for an unpredictable berserker like this kid over here, he may as well take off his ego and give Henrex what he deserves; the joy of bloodshed. Kukuku, now this will be fun.

Mon 13 Jun 2016, 11:32

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Kajet seemed to realize that Hisao had snapped as well. Kajet simply growled in response. He didn't bother talking. After the growl, he would thrust his chest skyward, with his arms curved at his sides, with his elbows facing the ground and his clawed fingers pointed towards the sky. A roar would erupt from Henrex's body, before he glared hatred at Hisao.

"AGRAAAAAAH!"

It wasn't personal hatred. It was just the anger and the rage of Kajet Shadowguard. As the lightning blast would fire, Kajet would bring his arms close to his chest, with each of his clawed hands touching his shoulders. He would then quickly thrust his arms outwards, projecting a wall of static in front of him, shielding himself from the attack.

As he did this, he would assume the same position as before, the roaring in the same fashion. After this, he would open his mouth, sparking to life a ball of static that would grow as wide as his jaws, before it would fire at him, which would explode in his face upon contact, causing severe pain from the initial contact of the orb, and the blast of static that had just exploded. After this, Kajet would leap forward, slashing at Hisao. The slashes were wild and non-focused. Hisao would be able to block some, but a very few might have been able to find their mark. As he slashed with one hand, Kajet would generate another blade of static that would surround his hand. This blade would buzz and flicker with static, and Kajet swung.

The slash would be aimed downward, which, if avoided, would cleave a single massive slash mark in the ground. But, if hit, the only thing that Hisao would feel from that strike, would be pain. That was the purpose of Kajet's attack. To cause pain. To see how others felt when then were subjected to pain constantly. It didn't feel good, did it? To be forced into constant pain? To be used as a mere plaything by scientists? To be TOYED with? NO! IT WAS HELL! Kajet had LONGED to break free from his confinement the MOMENT he gained sentience. He wanted to make people see how good it was for THEM to be on the receiving end of PAIN for ONCE!!! HE WOULD MAKE THEM ALL PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID! It didn't matter if they were Shinigami, Quincy, Arrancar, Demon, he didn't care! All he cared about was making EVERYONE feel his pain.

Kajet roared once more, before slashing twice more with Virus Blade. The first slash would be horizontal. Slashing from east to west across Hisao's chest and stomach, this slash would have less cutting power and less pain, since it was getting close to the final slash that Kajet could make with this blade. As he made the second attack, it would be even less cutting potential, but immense pain would travel through the wound and through the target's body if this attack connected. He would then make the final slash he needed to. But he never got the chance.

Thousands, upon millions of orbs would strike him. They were weak, but the sheer number of them would cause the pain to increase. It had to stop. HE was the one supposed to inflict pain....NOT THIS FUCKER! Kajet growled again, before thrusting his arms outward, making a wave of static erupt from his body. This static would forced all of the orbs flying towards him to be redirected in various directions. As he did, the wave of static would, if Hisao was close enough, would push him back, and shock him slightly. He would then roar in the same way, in the same fashion for a third time.

"AGRAAAAAAH!"

Kajet would continue his attack. He would not stop until he had no choice but to retreat. He would make him feel the FULL extent of the pain he had felt. EVERYONE would feel the same pain as Kajet did. If they didn't want to feel his pain? DEATH.

Mon 17 Oct 2016, 02:46

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All the yelling seems to grind more of Hisao's nerves more than ever. Won't this guy ever shut up!?

Hisao didn't hesitate to confront the ball of static that this guy try to throw at him. As soon as it was shot at him, a little wave of his finger could easily summon one of his Nasods to appear in front of him and shield him from the ball that proved no threat to him at all through the use of the production of magnetic field.

Then Kajet leapt forward for a direct confrontation, mainly his weak point since his combative skills weren't made to fight up close and personally against someone but who in the world have the time to avoid them? Not only he endures through the ordeal of taking Kajet's wild strikes, Hisao didn't waste his time commanding all of his Nasods to come for his aid and split evenly to both of his arms, reinforced with rotating Nasods and now empowered with electromagnetic energy. Obviously, Hisao cannot endure the pain of receiving the strikes but this piece of shit wasn't getting away for pissing him off like that.

Hisao didn't waste time waiting for him to generate static while striking him. No, it won't be that easy. With a thrust from his fist in such an up close and personal 'meeting' between himself and Kajet, their distance was covered enough for him to punch right against his stomach with a brunt force of a bundle of an explosive dynamic. By using the Nasods surrounding his arm, Hisao could generate a pseudo railgun by empowering his arm with electricity and using the machines to propel his arm forward like a piston like a type of pseudo railgun designed to handle foes on a personal level.

In this range, Kajet would have a difficult chance of avoiding the punch too coupling with the fact of using the time to generate static while busy with wildly slashing towards Hisao. If he did take the hit directly, not only would Kajet be blown off miles away by the massive recoil produced by the very force of that punch itself but he'll have a taste of shattered ribs and force him to vomit out large volumes of both blood and spit for directing that force to his guts.

Even Hisao did miss the punch by an inch, Kajet could feel as if some invisible force would throw him off to a distance; a force coming from the punch alone, effectively interrupting him from ever generating the time to create a static weapon and further anymore attacks that he plans on doing. This is the terrifying power of messing with an engineer, let alone a scientific genius that can make use of his knowledge from the days of when he was experimented to be an artificial God.

Once if Kajet recovered and yelled once again, Hisao was finally at the end of his nerves, yelling right back at him.

"I'M TIRED OF YOUR YELLING AND YAPPING! IF YOU'RE THAT FAR ON YOUR PERIOD, I SUGGEST YOU TO SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP."

Raising his coat and placing his right hand behind his waist, he didn't hesitate to release his Zanpakutō right here and right now to end this yelling of this annoying shit.

"Rule the world, Kushiro."

His spiritual power spiked in an explosive power, and given the time, Kajet would have already recovered and return back to his relentless and wild attacks of hacking and slashing like some wild beast.

But..

Hisao wasn't going to waste his time standing there again and taking the damage like he did previously. The damage before he punched him was still there and stinging like crap for a guy who wasn't physically fit at all but for the love of god, he was bloody pissed off now when it comes along with the pain.

With a short sprint to appear face-to-face with Kajet, his right hand would swiftly draw a pair of Deagles from the back of his waist, equip it with both of his hands forward; left hand holding the Deagle upright with his index finger on the trigger while the other hand holding the Deagle upside down with his pinky finger on the trigger and now unsupported from the Nasods to use his measly strength to thrust one of the gun's barrel onto Kajet's forehead. Despite his strength, his aim wasn't to knock him out with physical strength. If the barrel of his gun did hit the forehead, then he would meet an eventful fate.

The moment Hisao pulls the trigger, his gun would release a powerful electromagnetic beam that won't kill Kajet in an instant but enough to burn his face and worst case scenario; deform it permanently without the slightest hesitation. There is no mercy in this battlefield and he won't waste effort showing that kind of thing against someone who can potentially kill him.

No. It hasn't ended yet.

Hisao would use shunpo to take several steps back out of Kajet in attempt of avoiding from Kajet's relentless attacks. Even if it had failed, at best, he would be inflicted with a few minor wounds or a moderately dangerous one to keep him bleed for awhile which at that point, his pain threshold would start to wear off and it may be the time to start switching with Kushiro to do a more physical fight against this one loud berserker.

Aiming with his Deagle held by his right hand upside down, regardless or not whether if Kajet is chasing after him, Hisao will rapidly pull the trigger as if he is firing a fully automatic rifle with his pinky finger. Unlike the orbs that he had to deal with earlier ago, Kajet had to deal with wave after wave of electromagnetic beam that isn't as weak as the orbs but providing enough concentration and prowess to burn right into his flesh if Kajet wasn't careful enough with his steps and eyes.

This would only go on for a few seconds before altogether stopping his trigger-happy pinky finger.

"COME ON! I'LL HELP YOU YELL ON YOUR GRAVE ONCE ITS MARKED HERE, KID!"

He stood there, fearless and angrier than before. While holding onto the Deagles, Hisao placed one of his hands against a wound that started bleeding after he took those wild slashes like some man he is. Even with him in shikai, his body couldn't hold up with this sort of physical 'exercise' that is taking toll on his body. He is physically weak, only spiritually strong and good at ranged attacks, so this kind of activity that involves of punching, thrusting and sprinting easily takes up a toll on him as if he is an average human who couldn't even run a marathon.

Pant, pant.

Honestly, he can still go on but not for long against some maniac like Kajet who seem to be able to go on forever at this point. His eyes focused on Kajet, injured or not, and whispered to himself.

"Kushiro, if I can't go on, help me knock this fucker out of the pecker."

Slowly recovering, Hisao spun both of his Deagles as if he was some old western cowboy before halting it and aiming both Deagles back towards Kajet in an odd fashion. One gun held upright with index finger on the trigger, while the other gun held upside down with the pinky finger on the trigger. An odd way to hold a gun but to Hisao, this is the most effective way for him to wield it.

"COME ON!"

He shouted that word, as loud and angrily as he could.