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Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Mon Feb 20, 2017 6:55 pm
Song: Armed and Ready - By: RWBY V4 OST - Word Count: 2,525
After everything that had just transpired, there was a plethora of things that were going through Henrex's head, and a multitude of emotions that were rushing through his nerves. But one of the things that were prime and set in his current mindset was that he wasn't done. While he had spent a large amount of his own energy creating such a large-scale attack that practically annihilated a lot of enemies that had been standing in his way, but there was still more. So, Henrex knew that he had to keep going. The first thing that stood in his path would be someone dressed in head to toe in pitch black. His new rippled eye burned into the lack of eye holes in the suit.
What was this strange eye doing? Well, it was currently scanning everything about what he was looking at. Scanning their energy level, for one. When his Eye of Rebirth finished scanning the Eve Project, he could tell that this strange being was not very strong on their own. Perhaps that was why they were wearing that strange suit? Either way, he couldn't be too sure about that. In one of his previous fights on the Moon, he had fought someone named Sonny Ray. They were an Arrancar who had the power level of someone similar to this being, but they possessed a vastly large amount of abilities, powers, and whatnot. It had been a challenge to defeat him; but then again, he was much weaker then.
Now, he was stronger. So, with that thought in mind, the male gripped his katana with both of his hands, before enacting a pulling motion on the handle, yanking away another katana from the original. With a simple flick of his wrists, the two blades of the weapons immediately grew slack, and fell to the ground in pieces...or did it? Lifting up the handles of the two weapons, one would be able to plainly see the wire that connected the pieces of the sword together. Drawing his arms back, Henrex let loose with his attacks, attacking with every ounce of his strength against the Eve Project.
As he attacked, he would begin to draw closer and closer to her, who as of then, had only been defending against his attacks. As he drew his arm back, his mind soon went back to what Mirja had said before they had began this. Save the girls. That is what made him hesitate. Closing his eyes and sighing, Henrex lowered his arm. That was his mistake. The moment that he did that, the girl took action. Leaping forward and striking with her foot, a quiet grunt came from Henrex, before his body was sent flying from the blow. Spreading his wings out so that he could slow his movements, Henrex turned around so that he could put his hands on the ground, and hopefully be able to get back up quicker.
But, his luck would get even worse from what it had been before. As his hands skid against the ground from his landing, his head upturned to what he was about to run into. His right eye soon would receive the same treatment as his left, as he was staring directly at a tent pole. His wings flapped back and forth crazily as he tried to slow himself down from piercing his other eye on the loose item. But, he had started too late to stop himself at this point. Slamming his hands on the ground, and digging his fingers into the ground as a last ditch attempt to stop himself, he felt his body slowing down, but not enough to fully avoid the spike.
Entering his eye and sending pain shrieking into his nerves, causing a loud scream of pain to erupt from the mouth of the Raven, and his hands frantically went to grasp at the pole, locking his hands around it and yanking it free from his eye socket in short time, causing a large amount of blood to spew from the new wound. Once again he was now half blind. Gritting his teeth to try and bear the pain, Henrex turned around to see the girl from before now closing in on him, before leaping forward and sending a kick his way.
Snapping his fingers, Henrex held his hand outward, and he soon felt the handle of his sword zip into his hand, to which he quickly brought his arm form his side, and the snake weapon with it, making single slash with the weapon, and all of the links of the blade followed the movements of the swing, causing the foot of the Eve Project to soon have heavy lacerations at the center base of the bottom of their foot. As soon as the snake sword's wire was far enough for him to avoid damaging himself, Henrex would thrust his foot upwards and forwards, kicking the girl away, before using his free hand to cover his now second missing eye.
There was still the question...would this one grow back? it was a scary thought for him, having just recently, and so very briefly been able to see with both eyes. But, that answer would soon be to come. Lowering his hand back down to his side, removing it from his eye, the empty black socket that his eye had been soon began to regrow itself. You see, with him having such a large mastery over the manipulation of anything regarding his energy, it would be very possible for him to regrow items that were destroyed on his physical body. And so, this new eye would be the second demonstration of that.
With the color dimming from the previous crimson red to a sclera of mostly pitch black, and several star-shaped symbols taking form within the iris, Henrex's new eye was just like the other one in a single aspect: strange. Blood continually ran down his cheek from where his tear ducts were, with Henrex simply ignoring the fact that the blood was there. His head turned towards Mirja, hearing her yell out about not killing the captain, since she wanted to ask him a few questions. That was not a problem. Pressing his thumb over his index finger, a loud crack from his hand would be heard.
That same action would soon be repeated with every finger on his hand. As he did this, the sound of footsteps would register into his ears, and his mind quickly was able to determine what was coming towards him. It was the girl, yet again, and she was determined to attack. But, this whole situation had really started to bring back the rage that had abandoned his system for such a brief time. But now, it was all coming back. As the Eve Project girl would leap from the ground and aim a kick towards Henrex, his head would simply turn towards her, and glare at her.
Since she was an NPC, there would be little problem with what was about to happen next. The moment that his eyes set on her, fire would burst from where his gaze was placed. Not normal flames -- far from it. This was the personified representation of the rage of the sun goddess Amaterasu. When she was enraged, her flames dimmed as black as midnight, and the heat grew hotter than anyone believed they ever could. And so, by channeling his energy through the Reiatsu vents in his eyes, and manipulating their heat level and shape, he could create this dangerous level of fire. A modfication of the Demon's skill: Black Inferno Blast.
However, it didn't seem like the girl was stopped, and the attack was swiftly delivered to his left cheek, with enough force to send Henrex flying once again, landing and skidding against the ground. Leaping to his feet immediately after stopping, Henrex's eyes once again set on the girl, seeing the black flames slowly dwindle down into nothing, and the girl charging at him once again to deliver more attacks. Bringing the two snake weapons back into one, Henrex quickly rose his sword in front of his face, catching the foot of the girl with the flat of the weapon, before hurling her backwards.
Bringing his sword to his shoulder, he would quickly leap forward, before his body would vanish, then reappear. After this, the same thing would occur over and over again, with the slight difference being that he was now flash stepping from left to right over and over again, before appearing in front of the girl, before disappearing, and once again appearing behind the girl. Multiple, if not hundreds of dents would be visible within the Eve Project's bodysuit. This combination of Flash Step, Iaido, and Zanjutsu would be something with enough speed to rival the Shunpo skill Senka.
As he turned around, his eyes quickly noticed something off about the bodysuit. That would have been that the suit itself wasn't entirely sort of a "one-piece" design. He didn't get to look at the rest of the suit for long, as the girl quickly spun around and sent another kick flying towards him. Henrex's arm immediately went for his sword, drawing the weapon once again and blocking one of her feet with the flat of the blade, before receiving a kick to the face that would send him flying once again. There wasn't any real pain that he was feeling from the blow, but it was something that would eventually begin to drain on his durability.
As he once again repelled the attacker, his mind drifted back to that of the Captain, and what Mirja had said about him. His eyes flicked around for a moment, realizing that he hadn't seen him yet.
Yet.
A powerful punch to the face greeted Henrex, sending him skidding across the dirt by the heels of his boots. Stopping soon after the hit was delivered, his head rose to stare into a pair of smug eyes. The two still mismatched eyes of the male narrowed as the man in front of him flexed his fingers outwards, before curling them back into the looks of a fist once again. His eyes quickly scanned the attire of the man, remembering that Mirja said that the Captain was wearing flashy armor. As his eyes settled on the armor, it was all to clear that it would be the kind of armor that a lot of people would consider "flashy".
And so, he knew that he had found the captain. Now, with this knowledge in place, Henrex's eyes snapped open wide, causing ten pitch black flames to burst to life on the armor to test it's durability, and heat resistance. But, this guy didn't seem to be as dumb as he appeared to be. The moment that he saw the jet-black flames of the sun goddess's rage ignite on his armor, his grin simply grew bigger. Gritting his teeth, Henrex quickly caused his eyes to go even wider, and more black flames would burst to life onto the armor. However, even then, there was no avail. The Captain let out a loud, booming laughter, before charging forward and backhanding Henrex away.
Wings spreading out much earlier than before, Henrex's body was soon to slow, much unlike the last times he had been hurled away, or backhanded, or anything of the sort. Quickly landing on his feet, Henrex began to bring his sword up to his shoulder so that he could begin another attack, but...another thought came to mind. Closing his eyes and moving his sword to his sheath, Henrex's eyes opened once again, before his hands outstretched, and he began to channel his energy through the vents of spiritual energy in his hands. It wasn't as much as the attack from before, but it was going to be just as dangerous. Sparks of lightning began to spawn from his hand, shooting outwards and singing the ground as it made contact.
Henrex's eyes locked onto the armor of Captain, sending wave after wave of pitch black flames ablaze on the surface of the armor, before leaping forward with two items, one in each hand. An orb of lightning, sparking and glowing with power. Kicking off the ground, Henrex quickly leaped into the air. As Henrex neared him, his arms would thrust forward, forcing the two orbs towards the Captain, sending the equivalent of twenty lightning bolts towards the captain's armor. But, that was not the worst to come. With his right hand wrapping around the black handle of his sword, he swiftly drew the weapon before, hefting it over his head and slamming it down.
While it did not cut clearly through, there was tremendous effect to the area surrounding them. Upon contact with the suit of armor, the ground beneath the captain was quickly caved in, with the captain himself sinking around two feet into the ground from the amount of strength that was put into this attack. His eyes widened, and more flames began to spark to life on the armor, before Henrex leaped back into the air, then slammed back down onto the captain's armor. Over, and over, and over. This suit would definitely be experiencing malfunctions, as well as temporary moments of uselessness, to be brief.
So, with that all done, Henrex's body broke off the absurdly long connection with the suit, and he landed on the ground, on his feet. There was something that he was forgetting...he knew that there was. Something was missing. He stared at the suit, which was currently in one of those uselessness states, before hearing the wind whistling behind him, and he quickly realized who he had forgotten. The girl! A swift kick to the chest was issued, and Henrex soon heard the crack of a bone or two breaking from that, and his body was sent flying. As he collided with the ground for what seemed like the one-thousandth time, Henrex leaped to his feet, preparing his sword.
But, as he did so, he felt the broken bit of a bone grid against something inside him, causing him to wince in pain, and falter from his sword's positioning. If Mirja hadn't dealt with that thing from before, she would definitely want to. It would be hard to finish off the rest of them with how difficult the black-suited girl was to fight. As she closed in on him, her foot ready to strike, Henrex could only thing of one thing as he stared at her.
There must be more -- I have to...
As the girl closed in, Henrex's eyes began to close, and he rose his Zanpakuto above his head. But, then things changed. His eyes snapped open, and he lifted his sword above his head, ignoring the pain that shot through his side from the simple action, before bringing the weapon down. The girl stopped mere inches from Henrex's frame, before kicking her leg upwards, catching the blade with the crease in the center of her foot. The limb and the weapon remained locked against one another, before Henrex released a wave of spiritual pressure, causing the girl to become off-balance for a small bit of time, which was all that he needed to quickly get them away once again.
How durable were these damn things?!
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Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Tue Feb 21, 2017 6:56 am
Mirja, The Wolf of Eden
Mirja was half watching the fight, half fighting the Troll, to keep it off her Raven while he went around and killed the Perfectus. not a major problem, those lot. They had swarm tactics, if you weren't that skilled, like Mirja when she first fought them, but nothing Henrex couldn't handle. And nothing Mirja couldn't handle, having wiped out around forty of them once in a room of blood and rage. She looked to her claws, seeing all the blood still on them, even though it had been long washed away. It was traumatic for her, all this killing. She'd never wanted it, never wanted Caanan or anything. But she couldn't just give up, that way would lie damnation. If she let Caanan have his way with her, she'd be just like these Eve Dolls. Forced into combat, driven by a slaver, and the Whites...they had it the worse.
'Pay attention!' barked Hvit, prompting Mirja to catch the incoming Troll Fist with her four arms. It seemed big guy wasn't going to let this matter lie, and so she used her Hollow-enhanced body to leap up into the air, and then slam down on his head with her ass. Heh, Butt-Slam! The Troll smashed into the ground, it's skull cracking but when was a Troll ever bothered by damage of any kind? It kept squirming until Mirja's Tulpa smashed it's skull in with sufficient strength and quantity to have it's brain leaking out of it's ears. From there, she sat and watched the fight, realizing she had been a little vague with the Eve Projects. She had said 'save the girls' and kind of assumed he knew what she meant. But that lead him to apparently believe they wouldn't kick him in the face. Which they did.
"Ohh, ouch. That'll leave a mark" she muttered, as Henrex's eye was driven onto a pole. Blood squirted, Henrex screamed, and then there was fire, apparently. He certainly had some tricks up her sleeve. This place was certainly a good fight for him though. The Eve's Bodysuit was so durable that even Mirja couldn't scratch it, and she had thrown some things that would cause mountains to topple at it. An absurd effort with an absurd amount of energy across an absurd amount of time to break into those. Best to just punch them in the face and be done with it. The Eves were bad enough, but then the Captain turned up, in his best Wolf-Purger Armour as well. Not one to be put off, he went at it.
"Ten on Henrex. He might not seem much but he's got a lot of tricks" she said, to the dead Troll she was sat on, as if he would take that bet. Did you see the size of that Captain's armour?
However much Henrex might not seem, he was pretty good at this, apparently. After a quick fight he smashed the Captain into the ground, hard enough to shatter the surrounding land and sink the armour into the broken terrain, all but immobilized. He would probably think. Without having Experience with Cannan, Henrex went off laa-laa-laa, and got kicked. He wasn't doing so well with the Eves, so Mirja decided to come in and rescue him from the Captain at least. Darting in from her position on the Troll, she looked at Henrex, and shook her head.
"Just hit them Henrex. Stop pussy-footing around with your magic eyes. Just don't kill them, is all" she told him, before ripping the Captain out of the ground and darting away with him, leaving Henrex to the girls that were currently all over him.
Unfortunately, not in the manner most men would appreciate.
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Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:08 pm
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THE INSANE RAVEN'S POST
Artist: RWBY - Song: Armed and Ready - Word Count: 1,059
There was still so much that occupied Henrex's mind. So many questions burned into the back of his brain, causing many of them to send shivers up and down his ashen skin. But, it was still a fight for his life. Constant barrages of attacks came from all sides, kicks to his head, to his legs, to his midriff -- there was not an end in sight. Yet, he still hung on with every burning desire in his body. With his Zanpakuto splitting into two once again, before the steel clashed with the material of the bodysuits. Pressure built up as his two sides were quickly being overwhelmed with the tremendous amount of force that was being introduced to the blades of his Zanpakuto.
Stretching his fingers outwards, and allowing the vents in his fingers to flare, Henrex would release two single pulses of powerful spiritual and demonic energy, which would spread outwards and cause enough of a push to the girls that they would immediately fly backwards, and give the man some breathing room. Unfortunately, it was not going to end up being long before he was assaulted again, this time with four of them at once charging at him. Bringing his weapons together, and channeling the energy through them, the two swords would quickly form a single, thick ring that would form around his body.
A loud slam, as well as creaking raked into his ears, causing the boy to wince as the loud and highly unpleasant noise ripped through his eardrums, bringing excruciating pain. Swiftly moving his hands in a manner only experienced weapons users would appreciate, the massive item began to turn around, forcing the four girls to immediately break off of the ring to avoid knocking into one another. The ring that rotated around his body changed shape once again, leaving Henrex with the usual daisho laying in his hands.
Flexing his fingers and readjusting the grip that he had over his swords, Henrex's eyes would close, blackness pooling into the irises as the light was cut off from him. His body went lax, his mind opened itself. Thoughts poured themselves into him, but he payed no attention to not a single one of them. Instead, his true thoughts flowed outwards aiming to sense and predict the attacks that would come from the girls. His entire body was focused, and ready. His mind, his body, and his spirit. All that was needed...was one movement. Seeing the drop in defense, it would be clear to the Eve Projects that this was an easy kill.
But it wasn't.
All of them charged at once, ready to lash out, and finish off their seemingly weak prey. In that instant, Henrex's arms rose from his sides, before his body went into motion. His eyes slid open, and his arms lowered. Precision was the main aspect of swinging a sword, and it was what had been the deciding factor for the Eve Projects when they made the decision to attack him at that moment. Through that moment of total awareness, he was able to predict what the Eve Project would do with their attacks.
From the way that they initiated their kicks, to the way that their natural body functions occurred in that time. Everything that they did was being observed by his new eyes. Through this, he was able to target the hood of the girls, slicing through them with ease. As the mechanical hypnotic devices fell to the earth in tatters, everything would fall silent for a time. Too long. Henrex's body whipped around, his gaze drifting to each girl, before darting around. With his legs tensing up slightly, he walked over to one of them, staring at them. A thin line of drool slid down from their lips.
His eyes began to close, before his head jerked to look over his shoulder. There was someone watching him. Turning around completely, a sliver of silver exited the corners of his vision, which caused him to quickly use a flash step to approach where he had seen it, appearing in front of a immense group of girls, dressed exactly like the previous Eve Projects had been, except with white. Upon raising his sword, all of them instantly cowered at the sight of the deadly item. Life and death was being held in the grip of the male, and those who were afraid of the cold embrace of death had a good right to be afraid.
But, his gaze soon softened as he saw the fear etched into the faces of the girls -- even though he couldn't see their eyes. As he brought his sword up again, a jolt of pain shot through his arm, forcing him to lower his weapon. Breathless, fully aware pants came from him, his mind now registering the amount of exhaustion that he was feeling, and the amount of strain that he had pushed onto his body. Groaning quietly, he tried forcing more energy throughout him, trying to soothe the pain and give him enough strength to fight. But, there was nothing.
His head lifted towards the girls, before raising his arm, his muscles and bones creaking as the action was done, before flicking his fingers towards himself. Signaling that the girls walk over to him, they swiftly obeyed, and Henrex reached out to one of them, pulling them close as his pale fingers wrapped around the hood of the suits, pulling it off. The second that the sun grazed her eyes, the same thing that happened with the girls in the black suits -- happened to them. Although, there was one thing that they did, that the blacks didn't. The girl collapsed.
Blinking twice and repeating the process with the entire group, the results were the same each time. Drooling, then collapsing. Rising to his feet, and turning to where Mirja...had been. Turning his head from side to side, he searched to where she might have been. Cursing himself mentally, he found that Mirja had just vanished. Feeling a small hum from the back of his head, Henrex groaned quietly in response.
What do you want.
Something that isn't this fucking boring.
Shut up. You think everything is boring, unless it involves violence.
Bingo. Start whacking something, anything.
Shaking his head and cutting off the words of the voice short, Henrex sat there, both watching over the unconscious girls, and waiting for Mirja to show up again.
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