Re: Of Duties and Dangers [Closed]

Thu Feb 10, 2011 4:01 am

Of Duties and Dangers [Closed] - Page 4 GrimmjowPostPicReleased

[Shiro Sagisu - Power to Strive]

And so the Panther retreats
Into the forest of hunger and desert of lost souls
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As Grimmjow had planned, the claws destroyed the electrical barrier; however, the electrical hum in the air had yet to diminish, which meant he had guessed wrong. There was no time to think about it; Marcus had released yet again, the new form boosting his powers further. He rushed Grimmjow, avoiding the Desgarron he had launched a moment ago and letting loose a series of Balas at him. Before the attacks had even landed, however, Marcus and landed nearby, and launched an attack that Grimmjow had yet to see, which came rushing towards him at the same rate as the balas. Grimmjow didn’t know the properties of this new attack, and he didn’t need too. Shadin was releasing more power; he couldn’t afford to take another hit. Grimmjow vanished as the first of the attacks landed where he had been, appearing just behind Marcus with the intent to remove him from this fight.

However, things took a rather unfortunate turn; Shadin released his blade, his reiatsu filling the area with a new intensity. Grimmjow sonido’d back and away from Marcus without launching an attack, unsure of what exactly was about to happen. He felt the rush of energy below him before the attack took full effect; he pushed against the ground, launching himself upwards as the electricity surrounded the area. He did not escape unharmed; he felt the electricity course through his legs, burns around the bottoms of his legs where the energy had reached max before Grimmjow could full separate himself from the ground. Shadin bellowed several threats, and as Grimmjow looked towards the man he found the Beast of Karakura launched towards him with frightening speed. Grimmjow had expected an attack; he saw the electricity and energy around Shadin’s hand as the man drew the punch back to lash out. Grimmjow’s own fist balled, and a bala formed around it. Instead of launching it, however, Grimmjow met Shadin’s fist with his own, the bala exploding on contact with Shadin’s own electrical attack, creating a shockwave that pushed the pair apart for but a moment.

Then Shadin was after him, launching attacks from every angle. Grimmjow countered as best he could, but he couldn’t keep up with Shadin while he still had to keep at least some of his attention on the other Arrancar; that man had screwed up Grimmjow’s good time all together. One of Shadin’s punches connected full on, sending Grimmjow flying backwards and down towards the ground. Had Grimmjow been able to level his full focus against this man, he was sure their fight could have lasted longer, and been far more entertaining. He flipped in mid air, and launched a cero directly down into the ground where he was headed, sending debris flying and interrupting the groundwork Shadin had laid down before, if only temporarily.

Part of Grimmjow wanted to remain, to push the fight and tear these two to pieces. However, time had tempered Grimmjow; he had no intention of dying uselessly here. Not when he had found a new opponent to fight, and no while Kurosaki Ichigo remained for him to combat. He was not about to be done in just yet. Grimmjow touched down in the clearing he had made, and vanished using Sonido once more as the electrical attack converged on the area. Directly above the debris cloud a Garganta ripped the sky apart, the inky blackness revealed in the night sky.

A ploy. Grimmjow’s Desgarron shown brightly once more, and crashed down through the barrier that held Otahu, and his hand wrapped around the sash that surrounded her waist. He had a project he needed to test out. Grimmjow vanished from the spot as the electricity converged on the area, the lack of the barrier allowing the energy to pass. Grimmjow appeared high in the sky, as a second garganta opened behind him. He glared down a moment at Shadin.
”Shadin Yuudeshi, correct? Don’t go forgetting my name. Next time we fight, it’ll be one on one; and it’ll be the last time you hear my name,” Grimmjow called as he retreated back into the Garganta; it was a retreat, and he knew that. His eyes flashed to Marcus, sitting down in his barrier.
”Careful where you set foot in Hueco Mundo arrancar; I’ll be looking for you.”
The garganta slammed shut, cutting Grimmjow off from the pair and from the real world. He turned, still carrying Otahu, and ventured forth into the darkness of the dimension between the real work and Hueco Mundo. As he walked, his form faded away, returning to the blade he held in his free hand as he sheathed it. He’d need time to recover from these wounds. He had been forced to retreat by a pair of enemies; his pride was scared by this, but he knew somewhere in his mind that this had been the correct decision in the situation he had found himself in. Shadin Yuudeshi; that man had held a monstrous advantage on that fighting field. However, Grimmjow was certain he could have defeated him if he had been able to fight one on one. Marcus had caused this, and thus had won Grimmjow’s wrath and anger. The next time Grimmjow laid eyes on that scum, he’d wipe him from existence without remorse.

Sat Feb 12, 2011 9:14 pm

The end scene was abrupt, as Marcus himself turned just in time to anticipate Grimmjow's own sonido behind him, it seemed all of everything came crashing down with the release of a reiatsu that buffeted Marcus in a way that caused him to falter ever-so-slightly, the sudden release unexpected and, slightly overwhelming. Composure held firm though as a blink of the eyes and a quick catch of the breath brought him back to the scene long enough to see matters unfold between Grimmjow and Shadin, the ziamichi whose power had proven greater than any other on the battlefield. It was, most surprising to see how quickly things were brought to their abrupt halt, several explosions calling the end of the battle as Grimmjow made his retreat, the panther's clawed grasp taking the shinigami girl Otahu hostage for an unknown cause.

Marcus flared to action once more, the sight of a woman kidnapped prodding a rage of chivalrous dedication that led to unreasonable intent and actions. Hand drew itself forward, crimson energies forming as a half-formed cero launched itself at the retreating Grimmjow, a snarl of distinct hatred visible in Marcus' eyes as the cero passed through nothing more than air, Grimmjow's retreated secured in that vile portal that was Garganta. Marcus seethed, cursing himself as he seemed locked in place, his reiatsu less than stable, his body slowly reverting back to his imperfect state, the last of his energy slowly seeping away as the ring that was his zanpakuto took shape on his hand once more, Marcus no longer so impressive in the daunting reality that were his limits reached. It seemed, he was exausted, even though he refused to move, eyes locked on that place from which Grimmjow retreated, voice dripping with venom as he spoke to himself. "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques...I will kill you...that girl...she will be free." More or less the words of a man desperate in his rage and recognition of failure to protect the woman whom he had came so less than gallantly to assist. It was a blow, not to his physical form, but to his pride as a man of honor.

Several moments of self-reflection came and went before he turned to give proper recognition to the man whose side he fought by. The presence of Marcus' imperfect form and raging state calming in the sight of etiquette and eventual reason. "Thank you...Shadin Yuudeshi was it?" The arrancar turned to approach the ziamichi properly, arm and hand extended forward in a weak offerance of a proper greeting, a hope and prayer sent to his own mind that the man before him would see him as something other than enemy. "I've no doubt, if it were myself, I would have certainly met my end this day." Those angry eyes of his, those hues that bore every oucne of burden stared their hole through this man named Shadin, a recognition for the man, for his actions, and for the aid given when so many would have simply chalked Marcus up to the side of the enemy and attacked him relentlessly. Reason, it was a thing to be recognized, and a thing to be grateful for.

Fri May 06, 2011 12:33 am

Of Duties and Dangers [Closed] - Page 4 Updated

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