The Pain and the Princess (Akira/Hana)

AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | Zathrusta - Purple.

Zathrusta was gleefully engorging himself on this entertainment, watching the impacting Hadō take her off to the side for a moment, lips moving to scold himself on the lack of true striking, even having the gaul to check his own finger. Akiras finger. Their finger he supposed. It was an evident lack of actual investment in this affair, only that this game interested the monstrosity that so callously sought to inflict as much torment on Hana as humanly possible. After the briefest moment of not paying attention, a narrow of the eye followed suit.

"Oh! You’re not running? Huh. I took you for a rode-”

It was that she decided to Shunpo, eliciting a tsk of irritation from the being, eye able to see the current of reiyroku flowing through her zanpaktou, relying on Akira’s current state of triggerment, watching it rise as it aimed to intercept Hana’s yet she was too fast for an outright parry, metal clashing against metal as the right arm was pushed, body twisting. The twist was not fast enough, tip of her blade slashing through robing and easily slashing through flesh as Zathrusta crackle with a pained howl of humor, feeling the vermillion drench such an overcoat that clung to their collective form. This. Creature. Had. The. Audacity. To. Cause. It. To. Bleed. Things would be far easier if Akira released his insufferable zanpaktou. The inner thoughts of Zathrusta came to a halt as his boots took him a few inches away.

It was now of which the Inner Hollow decided to respond after the smallest moment of acknowledging the wounding on the right side, a rise in temperature following as he Shunpo’d backward with an open palm, each digit twisting, Akira had been trying to combine Kido for a little white but why not try it out. The creature letting out a muffled hiss, a lack of full control of the vocal chord meaning it was difficult to say or do anything, in the end a surge of reiatsu fizzling out, only for him to swiftly fall to anger.

"Shokkahu!”

He exclaimed delightfully, feeling a rise in heat as exclaiming the name was nothing more than theatrics at another incantionless Hadō, 31. It would unleash a burning stream of crimson reiatsu, easily searing and burning away all that it came into contact with, though adding a little twist to it, reducing the Hadō’s potency to focus on the heat actually emitted to forge a form of outline of blistering heat aimed for Hana, but also the area behind her. The treeline.

Enter: Hana Aoyama

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AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | Zathrusta - Purple.

Zathrusta’s body twisted a little as the embers of his delightful assault began to burn away at the surrounding area, though his attention hadn’t entirely left the movements of Hana, stepping with a swift movement, overcoat fluttering as he tried to turn, though a carve through cloak and skin alike following as the left hand was already in movement, a trace of blood now evident. The side that wasn’t frozen held a gleeful smile as it shouted, aiming to grasp the collar of Hana!

"Sing. For. Me.”

Theatrics was definitely a weakness, for if it clawed and managed to reach Hana’s attire, he aimed to let a brutal current of lightning through it via Hadō 11: Tsuzuri Raiden. It was a simplistic method of eliciting pain but it was entirely crafted for such a thing, even reducing the potency for the sake of higher shocks across nerve clusters like the inner elbow, knee and back. Anything sensitive was the subject for this, under no circumstance did Zathrusta aim to kill!

Regardless, the sealed zanpaktou of the right hand began to quake violently, tightening around the grip during this process as the pain was doing something on a deeper level, glitching out the world of which Akira thought he was trapped in.

Enter: Hana Aoyama

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

Zathrusta was enjoying himself far too much, watching and feasting on each shriek that left Hana through the Kido’s ability, a head tilting to the right hand side, though a sudden burst of reiatsu found itself from the Shinigami’s finger. He let out a howl of pain, boots sticking into the ground below as the piercing strike easily came through into the body, causing scorch marks and a few droplets of vermillion to fall. She was promptly dropped like a sack of potatoes, decidedly this had infuriated the Hollow.

"Nargh! Fine! Let’s see if you’re still conscio- Huh?”

The zanpaktou had shifted to slash the left arm, causing it to flop to the side as there was a growl of anguish before this hollow infused energy began to recede into the core of Akira, a few steps back with a brutal bite into the lower lip assuring the pain persisted, digging into skin as the man was panting breathlessly after dragging Zathrusta back to the depths.

A pair of golden exhausted eyes stared at Hana as the man backed away, with one arm available it was little of a fight but more so he didn’t intend to harm her. He kept taking steps back, assuredly letting out a saddened stare at the result of Zathrusta.

"F-Forgive me, I- This…Wasn’t…Meant for you.”

Enter: Hana Aoyama

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

Akira was stepping back, consistently so for the exact purpose of retreating from this engagement. The Shun’po was swift, dragging the woman into the air as the Shinigami responded with his own step, though this time it was nearer to the flames that licked at the treeline, letting it burst around, a shimmering blue of a basic barrier to protect flesh came to tighten around his body. The man was injured. It was time to leave.

"I hope one day you come to understand”

He claimed softly, deciding to walk into the flames as the smoke shifted around and spread, hoping for a rapid departure from the area.

Enter: Hana Aoyama

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