A Way With Knives [Private]

Tue Jan 02, 2018 11:48 am

This was wrong, so very wrong. It was supposed to be an easy mission to take out a couple of hollow that had somehow made their way into a Soul Society. It was a very rare incident, but there were a few times it did happen. Of course, the one time she had to take care of it was when their information was wrong. There were a few hollow, yes, but the fact that a low level arrancar was leading them had not been discovered. This felt like a case of arrogance on the Gotei's part. It should have been checked out much more thoroughly that it was. Either that, or the Arrancar was a lot more skilled than she was assuming. Either way, Malia was pretty badly injured.

Malia sat at the base of a thick tree, her back pressed against the trunk, and her hand applying pressure at her side to try and slow the bleeding. She could sense the Arrancar coming toward her, hearing it mock her. It knew where she was and she could tell as the bastard slowly moved in on her location. Still, she had to come up with some sort of plan. With her shikai already activated and having struck him in four different spots to create four separate targets, Malia was deriving her last plan. If this didn't work, she was dead. Luckily for her, she didn't plan on failing and wasn't going to die by the hand of a fucking Arrancar. With a flick of her wrists, she summoned six daggers, three between the fingers on each hand. She threw the first three away from her and away from her opponent before revealing herself. She hopped out into his sight, throwing the other three daggers at him.

"You're gonna die here!" she claimed as she charged him along with her thrown daggers. Their eyes met, two fierce fighters charging each other for one final chance at victory. He dodged all three of her daggers and swung his sword at her neck. Malia yelled at the top of her lungs as she ducked backwards to dodge, bending her body away as if she were playing limbo. The sword flew over her and at the same time, the first three daggers she threw shot over her as well, piercing the one mark she placed on his chest. The daggers vanished in a puff of black reiryoku and Malia continued bending back into a flip, landing on her feet. As she landed, her opponent yelled angrily and went to charge without thinking. His body weakened from the poison now coursing through him, he didn't sense the other three daggers having made their way back. One hit the back of his neck, the second the center of his back, and the final one struck the back of his upper right arm. His body terribly weakened, he was barely able to move.

"Oh look." Malia said through heavy breathing and wiping blood from her forehead, "I win." The Arrancar hissed angrily, "You stupid bitch! What sort of dirty trick is that?!" "There's no playing dirty in a fight to the death. My life over yours? Mine every day of the week, you insignificant scum." Malia smirked and laughed at him as he tried pushing himself to his feet for another attack. "No, you don't." Malia shunpo'd forward, pressing her foot into his chest and pinning him to the ground. Summoning a final dagger into her hand, she was about to stab when she saw his cocky smile. "What are you so happy about? You're gonna die." she asked, eyebrow raised. "Yeah, I know. Doesn't matter. You Shinigami... you'll fall soon enough. You have no idea what's coming your way." Malia scoffed at it and threw her dagger to the right. It went about twenty feet before turning back and flying into a mark she had put on his throat. As he disintegrated, Malia felt a tinge of regret.

"That... was stupid." she thought, but had little time to think on it. As the adrenaline of battle faded and she began to relax, the pain set in and she fell to one knee. She slid a summoned dagger back into her sheathe to seal her zanpakuto and held her side, trying to slow the blood again, but she could tell she had lot quite a bit. And that wasn't to mention the cut on her head, possibly fractured rib, and the stab wound in her right leg. "Sh-Shit." she muttered, forcing herself to her feet, fighting through the pain to get back to the Seireitei. "Something tells me.. I fucked up this time..."

Today at 7:15 am

CAPTAIN OF THE STEALTH FORCE

HENREX ASTILLON

This was certainly a rare case. A group of hollows, lead by a lone, low-level Arrancar breaking into the Seireitei. It was something that had, until he had received the full information, remained unchecked -- something that gave the group enough of leeway to cause some minor havoc. Surprisingly, Henrex was not within his office when this news reached him. Rather, he was in the very epicenter of the conflict when he heard it.

Sitting in the forests of the Rukongai, the Captain of the Stealth Force was simply there for one reason -- to indulge more in the arts that he loved so very much. Thus, with a shakuhachi in hand, the male softly played the solemn, languid notes of Shika no Tone as he toned himself out to the physical world. But, it soon was able to bleed back into his senses as he felt the presence of the Arrancar begin to grow near.

But, even with his speed, he was still quite a distance away from where he was. Even for a low-level Arrancar, he was able to make his presence known.

'Obstinent.'

So, putting away the instrument and rising to his feet, the male disappeared in an instant, his body moving fluidly through the air around him as he moved, sliding around to avoid the various things that would halt him. As he traveled, his senses and energy reached out, able to ping back the two energy signatures that clashed in the far-ahead distance.

One of them was the Arrancar, but the other was...different. One that seemed familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. But, this was enough incentive to keep moving. Now pushing himself to perform multiple flash steps to keep his speed up, Henrex began to move even faster, until he reached it. The movement instantly stopped, and Henrex watched as the final bits of their brawl occurred.

He watched the Arrancar disintegrate, and Henrex breathed a soft sigh of relief. But, his gaze soon turned to worry as he turned his head to the creature's opponent. He watched as she rose to her feet and began making her way back to the Seireitei. As he was about to turn around and return to where he came, he felt the presence of another. The rapidly approaching spiritual presence of a Hollow.

Turning around, he saw a flash of white speeding towards the injured girl, and Henrex immediately lept into action. His hand dropped to his sword and his body lurched forward, disappearing in a flash step and meeting the Hollow halfway. The blade clashed against the bone of its mask, and Henrex's other hand slowly rose from his side, reaching forward and pressing two fingers against the creature's forehead.

A flash of blue came from his hand, and a lightning bolt jettisoned from the tips of his fingers, giving the fallen spirit a massive jolt of electricity, before a swift cut was issued from his sword, cutting the Hollow down in the manner of moments. Quickly returning the sword to its sheath, Henrex then turned to face Malia, seeing her struggle just to stand, and the male stepped forward, softly putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You're hurt."

As he said this, the male's body would move to be in front of her, his hand moved to the wound on her head, his hand glowing with a golden light as the Seal of Heroism began to shine, coating Malia in a warm, golden light as her wounds would begin to heal while his hand also formed the hand sign for Sha, mentally speaking the command. As this was done, she would notice that the healing that her body would go under would be healing at an even faster rate.

"Let's get back to the Seireitei."

With that, Henrex would begin walking back to the Sereitei, more than likely keeping the girl stable, and on two feet, as they would begin their journey back to the Seireitei.

"Hey...you're the one who recently joined the Stealth Force, right? I'm the Captain, Henrex Astillon."

Coding Altered From: [THEFROST]'s