You've been Thunderstruck! (Akira vs Solomon)

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Finally, peace.

The uninterrupted rays of the sun splashed against his flesh, a cleansing of mind and spirit after a long week and so engaging beyond the realms of a usual operative. He wasn’t within his gigai either, a warm breeze caressing his skin whilst a soft smile kept across the man's features, zanpaktou resting upon the lap whilst his eyelids remained closed. It was perfect. The subtle sounds of leafs rustling was a soft symphony that almost lulled the Shinigami into a graceful rest, an open area of plane near the City of Lights.

He wasn’t too far away.

An iconic head of snow locks that fluttered slightly left to right, overcoat that matched and clung to his lithe form, as a soft hum broke the natural noises briefly. It was nothing major, a mere enjoyment of the moment of respite. To the left a notebook with a plethora of new Kido ideas due to his entrance into the Vandenreich, by all that was holy. This was perfect. Part of him regretted not acquiring some form of beverage though, movement felt like a sin.

Nothing could possibly ruin this….

How wrong he was.

SOLOMON RICHTER

THE ONCOMING STORM

AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | Zathrusta (Inner Hollow) Purple.

Who. The. Fuck.

Eyelids fluttered open as a pair of golden hues noticed the spiritual weapon that had been forged, a brow arching slightly at this dashing figure. Violet? Oh. The girl who was almost kidnapped. This was most likely some cretin with a desire to play the hero for her, a rather sweet sentiment if it wasn’t the fact that Akira was the subject of his ire.

Shame really.

The right hand shifted, each finger grasping the blue sheathing of his zanpaktou as it was used as a crutch to drag him from the emerald greenery below them, a smile that still remained despite the faltering posture of kindness. As his lips parted whilst doing the fastening of the weapon to the belt, a hint of irritation was laced in an otherwise civil tone.

."Afternoon. I’m aware of Violet, though I take it you’re her boyfriend? Sugar daddy? Some form of colleague or sponsor? Little inconsequential for me to elaborate as to why I know her, an unsheathed blade only means one thing. I’d love to return to my rest.”

Tranquility disturbed aside, even Zathrusta sounded a little angrier than usual as the condescending tone fo raw sadism dripped into his ear.

."Akiraaaa, let’s play a fun game with this dashing hero. I’ll send the girl a strip of flesh for each day that she doesn’t find him! Oho! Such fun. Come now, let me play..”

More irritation to a usually patient man, a right hand moving to chaffe a little against the blue cloth wrappings of the hilt before slowly unsheating it, watching each droplet collect to the tip and drip to the flooring below as he'd start to move a little to the left, a one handed stance. It was abnormal for a blade like this though Akira knew how to use it well.

SOLOMON RICHTER

THE ONCOMING STORM

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Wait that didn’t seem correct-

."It would seem Violet didn’t inform you of the kidnap.”

Then Solomon bolted forward, replicating a speed that matched the voltic energy that caressed his blade, sharp, fast, without fault or hesitation. Akira shifted into it himself, bringing Rivu up as the moist steel struck to intercept Quincy's own weapon, though intent instead to use such a heavy cleave and more so parry it down!

Akira was a surgical fighter, as such these moves were vital to victory when his body strength was human at best. The intended parry was meant to follow up with a flick of the wrist, dragging the slick weapon upward as sparks would fly off and discharge a bit of electricity due to the vastly different elements with aim to slash the inner elbow of the sword arm to cause discomfort.

SOLOMON RICHTER

THE ONCOMING STORM

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Akira wasn’t a strong individual, self-awareness was vital to certain surgical strikes as moist steel caressed his enemies spiritual weapon. Joy. The man shifted forward to press this advance, yet Solomon had an upper edge, a fluid step back as almost a fluid riposte caused his gold iris to see the refinement of reishi, unloading a sharp lightning strike across the short distance.

Fuck.

It crackled into existence, causing Akira to let out a hiss filled growl as lightning danced across the body and caused a level of spasming, though without movement and open for a counter attack. He wasn’t defenseless. This opening would be one he intended to exploit for the brief moment of being under this locked state, unspoken Bakudo: Seki. if Solomon chose to offensively utilize his spiritual weapon, a small blue orb of energy would manifest in the intended striking area to repel it violently!

Though it was useless against longer range based effects, banking on Solomon deciding to use that blade of his.

SOLOMON RICHTER

THE ONCOMING STORM

AKIRA TAIRITSU

The distance forged was enough to wash off the slight spasms that licked at his nerves, Lightning. That was Solomon’s element? Curious. Ironic as it was an opposite to Akira’s own water based abilities, though he had to consider if this was one of several or maybe an offshoot attack. Versatility came in abundance among the Quincy.

It was then that Solomon shot out three bolts of blinding yellow, sizzling and crackling as the formation shot across the air, it was intense enough to cause some injury atleast. The split second response was a rapid trace of both fingers against the moisture that collected naturally on Rivu, by the time he reached the tip, a sapphire energy burst from the middle two fingers.

."Hadō#4: Byakurai!”

Demonstrating an indepth level of Kido, the usual blue beam of focused energy split into three of his own bolts, each one intercepting and causing a brutal shockwave of electrical backlash as his lips pursed into focus. The strength was weaker without an incantation, though only slightly less thanks to Rivu. It didn’t matter though, now it was to see if Solomon would push for a spiritual assault or return to his superior swordsmanship.

SOLOMON RICHTER

THE ONCOMING STORM