The Hunt. [private]

Izueo smirked widely, his trademark sadistic grin with the glint in his pink eyes showing how much he was looking forward to what he was going to do.

"Oh, just a little fun." He laughed heartily as the demon questioned him, slowly drawing his zanpakuto, sonidoing through the air to the top of a nearby smaller building.

Slowly, he held his sword to his lips, whispering against it softly, "Shiver, Koori No Chou." He said, the same sadistic grin plastered on his face as his sword dissolved into pure ice, forming together into a butterfly, the size of his hand, made of ice. The butterfly landed on Izueo's shoulder, and he instantly froze. RIght as the ice had formed, though, it started melting, Izueo's hair now streaked with silver, his eyes now a bright silver throughout, the whites and pupils now indistinguishable from each other. A large, double sided, pointed staff formed in front of him, made of the ice that had melted off of him.

He swung his staff, throwing three waves of ice, one after another, at surrounding buildings.

"IT'S TIME FOR SOME PAYBACK!" He yelled, laughing maniacally.

Arata watched his face. Fun? Izueo? Sure Izueo was a cool guy, but he never seemed to be one to get excited or this giddy over 'fun' unless shit was about to go down. His heart sank the moment he saw the sword and his words escape his mouth, rolling off his tongue and snaking out from between his lips. Izeuo was being an idiot, Arata hated humans as much as the next immortal bastard, but he could not help but feel randomly killing them was wrong. He sighed to himself. He was half tempted to let Izeuo go on his rampage and tear every mother fucker down, but something told him not to. "I can't let you do that, Izueo." [Accidental StarFox referance ftw XD]

"As much as I would love to see this, I can't allow it. You may see me as a traitor or some such foolishness all you wish. Just, come on, don't do this. If you don't take me seriously, however, I will stop you like last time. I do not wish to have to kick you again, but sometimes sacrafices must be made." He said in an extremely bored tone as if he had said it a million times. His hair still hung low, covering his eyes and forehead, shielding them almost from Izueo, but Arata himself could see through the bangs. He sighed once more, knowing full well that Izueo was not listening to him, and probably wouldn't. Arata began to form a plan in his head on how he could stop him.

Izueo growled, the demonic instincts of Jio piercing his consciousness and blocking Arata's protests from his ears. The humans deserved this. He knew it in his heart. He swing his staff over, and over, and over. Repeatedly firing off large waves of ice at surrounding buildings. Freezing entire floors. Corroding all material and ending all life inside.

He laughed sadistically "YOU HUMAN BASTARDS CAN'T EVEN SEE ME CAN YOU?!?" He yelled, his white reiatsu suddenly flowing around him, tinted a slight hue of purple. The obvious sign of his inner demon interfering with his personality. He spoke again, this time though, his voice was deeper, older, more ancient. "I HATE ALL OF YOU! YOU DOOMED ME TO SIX MONTHS ALONE WITH A DEMON IN A FUCKING FOREST!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, spinning his staff and jamming it into the building he was standing on, instantly freezing and toppling the entire thing. As the building started to collapse, Izueo sonidoed, rather that shunpoed to the top of a nearby, slightly taller building. Watching as the rest of the building collapsed and shattered, an ear-to-ear sadistic grin on his face.