Re: Sin City[LAS VEGAS INVASION]

Thu Jul 04, 2019 6:22 pm

Honorable Vizard

Laskt Matiche

The Knight of the Detention Unit would appear from behind a pillar as the pair of Shingami moved towards the Senkaimon, silently joining them as they stepped through the inter-dimensional portal. He wasn't part of the Seventh Division, and this sort of mission certainly wasn't his assigned role, he would be damned before he simply sat by while Hollows were attacking innocent souls. That was, after all, a Shinigami's role, to put malicious souls to rest so that those living their lives did not have to worry about a 12 foot tall demon bird bursting through their wall. Even if his assigned duty was to guard the Shinigami's prisons, he would not simply ignore the developing situation at hand.

While the moral concerns of the situation left Laskt no other option but to discharge his duty, there were other concerns that made this battle not something the former Knight could simply ignore. He had grown stronger since his last battle, regaining a large portion of his former speed as well as homing his skills with the art of the Flash-Step. The warrior thirsted for an opportunity to test himself once more, and, thanks to the help of Ulv Auber, he could do so without having to worry too much about Chikai no Uragiru taking him over mid-fight.

It was for all these reasons that Laskt stood above the burning city of Las Vegas, his cloak flapping slightly in the breeze. He glanced towards the captain of the Seventh Division. "Ma'am." He said politely, inclining his head, "I'll keep the rabble off you, end this." He said, before launching himself towards the Hollow army attacking the city. For those who had seen him fight before, such as Miia, it was obvious that his speed had drastically improved, almost doubling in it's intensity in the months since the demonic invasion of Soul Society. Laskt hit the ground hard, his boot digging into the ground as he launched himself forward, his blade blurring as it sang an iron song of slashes and cuts through the mass of Hollows before him.

Laskt Matiche(2-5 Vizard/B Hazard)

Jonathan Weber(4-2 Quincy/D Hazard)

Sun Jul 07, 2019 9:52 pm

Anastasius raised one hand, in a gesture that almost made Yaksha chuckle; it seemed oddly deferential, lacking in any real ill intent, like a person just taking time to say hello to another. And the cero that left his hand was the same, if his senses were any indication. An almost insultingly small amount of energy and focus went into the attack, as an orb about the size of his fist appeared, moving towards him with an almost telegraphed slowness. That was all: it could've been a softball lobbed by a father at his child, for the amount of ceremony that came from it.

Yaksha, by comparison, reacted with a remarkably sloppy move, raking all five of his claws through the air directly in front of him, and causing the cero to slip into the crack between dimensions. It bobbled through the dangai for a scant few moments, before he released it in the air, nearly a mile above them, to continue its lazy movements through the cloudy night sky. It gave off an impression very much like a very large, very fat firefly.

Yaksha kicked off of the dirt, his rapier in hand as he let out three consecutive blows at the arrancar in front of him, one aimed at each pectoral muscle, and the last at his naval. Again, it was an oddly sloppy motion for someone who had, just a moment prior, been droning on with a level of dullness that could've competed with paint drying. Each blow was raw with unfettered emotion, the blade barely even scoring against the flesh as it went. They simply made noisy scraping sounds, as Yaksha tore into the fabric of Anastasius's outfit.

"That you would choose to use that word around me? Brothers and nieces? Do you have the slightest idea what the bonds of blood truly entail? You are an immortal, and so am I. What need does an immortal have for bonds of blood, Primera? What purpose does love serve for one who will see their beloved vanish, time and time again? Your lord promised me he would raze this land, and turn it into a hunting ground for your brother and your niece. To what -end-, I ask? Simply because it amuses them? You are no family, not even a dysfunctional one. I detect not even the faintest shred of love in you, or your King, or your brother."

Mon Jul 08, 2019 5:08 pm

Aspect of Loss

Anatasius
おだたつや

Sin City[LAS VEGAS INVASION] - Page 2 JCRrxmK

So it was about how he expected the opening was avoided with relative ease. It was partly because of Ana not caring. Could he of bounced the cero before it opened as he detected the male use energy? Rather easily if one were to point it truthfully. Then came the energy to the legs sending him propelling forward. How he'd he ended up in this mess? He'd just been minding his own business really about this thing. Then Nagato came and said go burn Las Vegas. But why though it really didn't add up to him. Yaksha was doing good work really not bugging anyone. His expression darkened as the male began speaking. He'd been content dodging and blocking using his trident for now. Not thrusting outwards as a glow began to cover his body. Before he finally released a blast of repulse cero. The wall-like cero came from his body in a dome-shaped shockwave. Fired off from him as it pushed backward those within melee range. His eyes glowed with something akin to rage as the heat began emerging around them.

"I'm not the person to preach on family too...Yaksha..Rose and Ashlei have worn me to the very bone destroying...the lives of two who once were..do not..think to lecture me...on FAMILY!" He said before a massive explosion of reiatsu went outwards sending fire across the skies. Anastasius may have been reborn and fused both memories of William and Verathius. But it did not mean the bitter truth was forgotten. Verathius sacrificed everything for his family giving up his life. In the end to help his sisters who'd used and betrayed him. Tossed aside like a used up rag it angered him. His knuckles turned pale white from clenching his trident. A yellow hue began engulfing his trident now as the prongs down began to be taken in by it. Gripping his trident just above the middle section of it. He swung it horizontal releasing a blast of heat towards Yaksha in the form of a yellow hue. His eyes glowed with a seething anger as he exhaled now radiating a yellow reiatsu across his body.

"Don't think to talk to me about a dysfunctional family, I've no care of what Nagato does or does not do. I will see my kin not come to harm that is all. Sacrificing for my family..is something I have always done now and then.." The Yellow reiatsu around him made clouds evaporate as they grew close to the heat coming off him. Perhaps now Yaksha would remember keenly just who he was facing. The Hollow Verathius who gave up everything for the sake of Rose and Ashlei Mischevang. If not it was of little concern, his eyes slowly shifted towards the other two creatures. "Had I come to raze this place you would know Yaksha." His eyes held a resolve behind them that Verathius once held. The man formally called himself the bulwark of his sisters, he sacrificed everything while William hid like a coward. Then came to the surface demanding control as he brought his trident back into a recovered form holding it at the ready. Some of his clothing destroyed by the attacks of Yaksha's sword skill.

Sun Jul 21, 2019 5:05 pm

Yaksha's expression as the fight began in earnest was rather difficult to read, not least of all when his face was completely obscured. It was a benefit he'd grown very used to a long way back, that everyone got so used to looking at subtle cues he simply lacked. They could tell where he was looking, but the cant of his lips and nose, the furrowing of brows...all of it was hidden safely away from other parties, lending an air of mysterious confidence to his every movement. And now, with all hell breaking forth, Yaksha reacted to it with a level of calm and relaxation that was almost strange in its own right.

Verathius exploded, and Yaksha was already shifting away from it, backpedalling in a smooth motion that brought to mind a dance rehearsed a billion times in front of mirrors, a trick of perception that made one think he was walking forward even as he was moving further away, outpacing the force of the oncoming flames with apparent ease, finally bringing forth both wings to cover him when he had put some distance between him and his opponent. They weren't exceptionally hard by most standards, certainly not as impressive as the vaunted Hierro he'd heard arrancar bragging about, but they were very good at dispersing force across a wider area. Flames licked across them for a few moments, before dissipating into the air like they had been pinched by an invisible hand.

They were useful, but there was an obvious downside to them: while he was covering himself in that leathery curtain, he couldn't see what was going on right in front of him. The arrancar's counter-attack was a well-timed one, a strike that could've bifurcated most other enemies, and cooked alive a lot who foolishly tried to dodge it. It was the apex of summer right now, and Nevada was a desert by anyone's reckoning. Even four hundred years later, the world hadn't changed -that- much. Or perhaps, more accurately, no one had cared enough about this little strip of sand and iron to care about what anyone did here.

"Until now."

Yaksha's wings flapped, sending out a single gout of wind from below, knocking Verathius's strike upwards as they expanded in a wide swipe that brought to mind a martial artist's well-trained parries, the force designed more to redirect and manipulate than disrupt. The same force that sent those flames licking up higher and higher forced his own body downwards, the swipe narrowly sliding over his head, as he stared up at the arrancar, hands folded over his chest. Since the time he'd moved away, he hadn't moved them once. One hand simply idly tapped against his hip, the rapier making tiny rattling sounds of bone on bone that were remarkably similar to dice in a giant shaker.

"What sacrifice is there left for you to give, Primera? You already gave your life for your fellow man. Is that not the best you can hope for? Or is it that you feel as if being given a second life, you must be twice as thankful? That's the fallacy of the Gotei, one that I find anathema to my own thoughts on the matter. They feel that a man must live each and every one of his infinite lives to the best of his ability. But why is it that you must -still- fight, Primera? To protect? As I see it, the threat here is not us. I have done no more than ask your 'brother' to stop his childish rampage. You confuse duty for love, and that is what will guarantee your defeat today. Your flames will never reach me, Primera. Mark my words. You can burn the seas dry, you can turn this place to glass. You can obliterate everyone who would dare doubt your sacrifices. And still...your flame will never reach me."

His eyes began to glow with a faint greenish hue, their color deepening from their normal vermillion to something closer to a piece of well-polished jade. For one as well-attuned to the movements of energy as Verathius, the effect was clear and instant. To gaze upon Yaksha in this form, as he was now, was death. Perhaps not instantly, and perhaps not in a way you'd be unprepared for. But every locked gaze, every idle attempt to read his movements, to determine what escape plan he'd already formulated, would pump his body that much closer to collapse. Images began to fill the Primera's head, of hearts that had simply exploded from the stress of pumping blood too fast. Of bones that had contorted in impossible manners, breaking at the exact moment of a blade thrust. Of blood flooding mucous membranes, permanently blinding careless foes.

And still Yaksha stood there, simply watching. The air no different from a teacher waiting to hear his student's rebuttal.