You've been Thunderstruck! (Akira vs Solomon)

AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | Zathrusta (Inner Hollow) Purple

The wrestling vipers continued to strike at one another, though Solomon managed to push through as it broke the Byakurai. It came at Akira, causing each strand to directly impact the flesh as lips parted in a growl of anguish, pain sizzling about the body alongside the evident burns and smoke that began to emulate from him.

This wasn’t a kill shot? Did this Quincy mock him? He knew assholes existed within the City of Light but some did warn him of those who might attempt to bully. It was difficult to control a voice that began to ring out through the pain, a muttering.

."My, my…Why not burn the blonde to ash, little Akiraaaaa? Sweet smell of cooked flesh, delighted symphony.. Kill. Kill…Kill….KILL.”

He couldn’t get emotional, even through the taunting of Zathrusta as each hand surged down into the ground, feigining a semblance of exhaustion.

."Bakudo#21: Sekienton.”

Then a burst of smoke came from the ground, quickly spreading and aiming to envelope the area. Akira held an unfair advantage of it concealing movement and his ability to see through it due to the Sight, left wrist flicking and aiming as each finger in a chopping motion pushed forward.

."Hadō#1: S-Sho.”

He growled, letting the concealment of this crimson smoke act as a way to atleast mitigate insight hopefully, altering the weakened Hadō in a way most might not expect. It flung outward, directed for Solomon’s gut, though regardless of impact would follow with gathering momentum, using it to cause internal bruising instead of outward physical damage. The kidney was the target!

SOLOMON RICHTER

THE ONCOMING STORM

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Solomon was faster, stronger.

Anything above ten in the Hadō department could not only raise alarms but cause serious damage to the Quincy, Bakudo was useful though required a level of follow up less it merely locks him in place. That might be the way to handle the Quincy, who dodged his Sho with little issue and now descended upon Akira like a thunderbolt. The strength behind his cleave came to impact an attempted parry from the Shinigami, though easily overpowered as the upper few inches of the blade carved through flesh and clothing alike.

."Nargh!”

He growled out in pain as his natural instinct to take steps back saved him from anything deeper, though it still was a wound of note. Don’t release. Don’t do it Akira. Let him get out his anger then elaborate should you be conscious. Submission was sometimes easier for the sake of conflict resolution, though an exhausted and frustrated caress forced him to ignore logic.

Rare to be angry at all.

The zanpaktou’s tip suddenly tapped the ground as a surge of reiatsu followed, Akira had an idea though was banking on a few elements. Surprise. A lack of understanding of the Demon Arts. Luck. He was at a disadvantage, as another burst of red smoke once more surged out around the area. He believed atleast Solomon would either re engage with martial skill or attack differently due to a repetitive use of the ability.

."Bakudo#21: Sekienton! Bakudo#4: H-Hainawa!”

Rapidly surging out another Bakudo, a yellow rope of energy slithering with great speed through the red smoke toward Solomon, though this spell was unique in that it could form into another, exactly what Akira intended to do. The vermillion down his chest though was deep, were it not his nature to be used to this type of damage, Akira would be on the verge of collapse already.

SOLOMON RICHTER

THE ONCOMING STORM

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Finally!

Solomon being wrapped by the binding light granted Akira the briefest moment of reprieve, yet he began distorting the Bakudo utilizing lightning based reishi that battered and began to fracture the weaker version of this spell. Fuck. The static field would easily eradicate it, though the Shinigami had a rather sneaky response to thise, left hand caressing the crimson smoke that enveloped him.

."Hadō 11#: Tsuzuri Raiden.”

The smoke would be ignited by a large surge of electricity that sought to use the misty smog as a conduit and forge a large blanket of raw lightning, though before it could continue on more for a brief second- Is that a sword? Akira’s eyes widened, his sight noticing the miniscule reishi that clung to his body. He could hone in on him couldn’t he? Like lightning could be attracted to metal. Why didn’t he consider this?!

His hand shifted rapidly, though forcing him to act on Shunpo as his foot dragged him. The speed of the weapon still slashed, carving through the left side and weakening his physical ability to respond further, coughing heavily as the landing wasn’t sleek. A sloppy flopping across grass, as he heaved in pain. That…That didn’t feel good. His side was compromised, making anything physical a detriment.

Zathrusta could not be used here, nor could he release his zanpaktou. Any higher Hadō would be lethal.

."Nargh! Ugrh….T…Touche…L-Listen…People were after that insufferable girl, next time I’ll l-let them take her to an Arabian princeling. Fuuuckkk…..”

He growled getting up from the ground, pacing his breathing.

SOLOMON RICHTER

THE ONCOMING STORM