The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders]

Dellapero charged forward, setting himself up to be countered without issue from a more skilled adversary, especially in hand-to-hand combat. Skill wasn't the thing he tended to rely on when the chips were down. Rather, he persevered through adaptability and relentless tenacity. His strike was diverted by a single hand, missing its mark and gliding past Azuma's head. The moment their hand moved to defend from the punch, the rest of his body had already started to move. His green-spiral eyes picked up on every move in almost super-slow motion, able to track the slightest twitch of muscle. In the hands of someone intelligent, that kind of reaction time that could even accurately measure movements when people were at their fastest would be terrifying to face.. Unfortunately he wasn't that intellectual type to make the most of this talent. He shifted his feet, working with the momentum pushing him forward in preparation for a completely ridiculous and out of the box attack to follow up the failed strike.

Only that moment would never come. While he did have a way to follow up the strike, dodging the coming attack in the state he was in wasn't a possibility. His body shifted to the right, but was unable to evade the attack entirely. thanks to his own momentum working against him. The double-palm strike struck him, sending a jolt of immense physical force through his body from the strength of the blow and his own speed working in tandem to break through that point in his body. Safe to say it knocked the wind out of him, destroying the immense speed he had gathered and sending him flying back in the opposite direction. The tumble-like motion he was going for at the last minute even caused his body to spin in an almost hilarious manner, and the angle he moved resulted in his rag-dolling body to arc slightly to the right. The full force of the attack didn't sink in until the moment flesh met stone. Grance's body clashed with the stone wall at the very end of the underground arena. He could feel several bones crack from the impact, a jet of blood forced from his throat and out of his mouth from bouncing off the infinitely dense surface. Pain coursed through every cell in his body for a moment, the added weight constricting him making the impact that much worse.

He wasn't expecting to meet that kind of force from a wall of rock, but maybe it was a good thing he did. Though multiple fractures riddled his body from the combined impacts, it was just another trigger to force him to fight even harder sooner than later. Despite still being shaken by the impact, he moved to react to the next coming assault without hesitation and with even grander power than the failed strike a moment ago! A spark of green electricity rippled around him,his body as a whole becoming denser and more durable in response to the attack. It was a slow change, but started immediately as soon as he met the powerful counter-attack only a split second ago. The Vanguard operative's eyes picked up on Azuma's charge. Rather than try to dodge while up against the wall and recovering from a serious impact, he chose the opposite approach. Dellapero stepped forward, swinging his fist forward to meet the first open palmed strike head on! While he didn't have the same speed as before, his strength was more than ample enough to contend with any opposition. The air around his fist twisted around it, steam spilling from his knuckles from the friction imposed between the strike and everything around it. The strike met Azuma's open palm at the mid-way between them, clashing the ever-growing strength of the Human against the immeasurable power of the Vzard's strike. A veil of destruction spilled out from the point of impact, shattering the ground and causing it to sink even further down.

If the coming onslaught continued? Grance would meet it with his own. A barrage of powerful punches rained forward, not aiming to glide past the coming assault and hit his foe, but meet every attack with a firm and increasingly destructive punch. It would become perfectly clear in any kind of encounter like this what was happening. Each punch that connected, the speed and power of the next would increase ever-so-slightly. Exchange after exchange, fist for fist, the changes mounted. By the end of the exchange a small, but clear difference could be felt between the first punch and the last. It was slow, but definite. The act only shifted when the final attack of the act loomed overhead. The Unknown instantly shifted their body, targeting the now=exposed leg amid the coming axe-kick. Their body lowered, a swift sweeping kick gliding across the ruined earth and coming to knock Azuma off of their feet and end their assault in its finale. The end would hopefully be the axe kick completely missing its mark and the Vizard being forced off their feet in a single move.

That was only the start of Dellapero's counter-attack though. He continued to move along with the sweeping motion, quickly pushing himself back to a stand, providing his efforts were successful. His hand quickly reached for the leg used for the prior axe-kick presuming Azuma was knocked off balance at the least. Or in the event they weren't, he'd absorb the impact of the kick through his hand and fracture several of his fingers. In any outcome, the Human's hand aimed to tightly grip that limb while he continued to spin. If the kick didn't knock them off their feet, what happened next likely would. The Unknown shifted his sweeping kick into a complete rotational spin of his entire body! He pulled on Azuma's leg alongside the motion to carry them with him . The first rotation was the slowest, but was still filled with an excess of speed and power from the swordsman's adjustments. After the first spin, the rate they moved drastically increased, the underground arena becoming nothing but a blur as the spin got faster and faster, ripping apart the ground beneath and creating a cyclone of kinetic energy in the pit.

After three more spins, te rate they were moving was faster than any tilt-a-whirl ride any had experienced. The G-force was rising in excess to levels that would even start to rip apart flesh and crack bones on an ordinary warrior. The momentum stacked, resulting in the world becoming nothing but a mesh of indistinguishable color Though thanks to Dellapero's adaptations to this unique form of attack, his eyes were tracing the world almost perfectly even in such a chaotic maneuver. The Human pushed forward while his body continued to spin, hopefully still holding his target as well and keeping them well away from the ground. The tornado of speed darted forward, Grance adjusting his body so the transformed Vizard would be heading straight for the ground! He intended to smash them through the earth itself, using his increasing power and momentum to easily carve through the ground using Azuma's body and inflict blunt trauma against their entire upper-body. This wasn't a one time thing though. If Azuma was unable to escape the hold? Dellapero would keep spinning while moving forward, bashing the Shinigami's entire body into the ground over and over, leaving mark after mark from each impact and -still- gaining more speed at steady rate.

It would reach its conclusion when the process was interrupted, or Grance managed to drill all the way to the other end of the arena with the friction-augmented wall on the other side. In a best case scenario, he would aim Azuma perfectly at speeds well over that of the sound barrier. The augmented senses that filled his body gave him the tools needed to aim the cyclone perfectly and throw Azuma right toward the wall head-first at speeds that could very well cause their body to ignite from the friction of the air against them. The impact would be devastating, sending shock-waves through the earth for miles and creating tremors even in the capital city so-far away. Yet, even -that- was the least of Azuma's problems if the Unknown's counter-attack was successful.

Not a moment later, the tornado of momentum continued moving the short distance forward. The man's body was completely indistinguishable at these speeds, using his newly defined sword style for purposes it was never intended. When in range, Dellapero swung out his leg, casting the ultimate spinning kick for Azuma while they were against the wall. The speed he gathered over all that distance would be thrust toward his adversary's lower-stomach. The kick lit up, flames encompassing it from the heat of friction reacting to such a swift and powerful force. If it were to hit its mark? The kick very well had the power to rip through most opponents entirely, cutting through flesh like a blade and splitting a person's body in two! Normally such a lethal attack wasn't his style, but given his means to heal and the mood he was in, it was permit-able here. He didn't intend to kill them, but a direct hit from a strike like that could take most souls out of a fight immediately. It was unlikely even the augmented walls of stone braced by friction could fully withstand the force of the kick..And likewise?

Dellapero couldn't either.

Whether it hit its marks or not, the impact of the strike would cause many bones in his left-leg to fracture and crack. Pain flooded through him once more, but was blurred by the excess of adrenaline in his blood. It wasn't uncommon for Grance to assert so much force in an attack that it caused harm to his own body in the process, and this was a perfect example of it. An explosion of force spilled at the point of impact, the ground sinking down and an even grander earthquake spilling into the surrounding area from the impact,. His body was sent flying back from the force after it connected, his leg burned up and the clothing around the leg brought to ash as well. He moved backwards at insane speeds,, his entire body in some degree of pain from such an insane transfer of force coming to an end so abruptly. The man would endure it though. His feet slid against the ground, more nerves in him flaring from immediately combating more forces with his injured leg. He came to a stop, a veil of dust spilling out around him from the kick's explosion and the ground spiting from his feet dragging against it. He remained still for a moment, on full alart after the brutal opening act to see what the result would be.