Vizard Smackdown

Colin breathed in, looking around. This spot looks good enough. He thought, nodding as his eyes scanned the spot he had found. It was completely barren, lacking rocks or trees or water of any sort. This was perfect for Colin, as he knew that more often than not when you traveled in the Wastelands you found yourself in a scuffle. He sat on the sand, looking at his footprints. He laughed softly, thinking how ridiculous it was. Here he was, the Eagleman, and he was leaving footprints in the sand! He stretched his slim frame as he prepared himself to rest. It was sunset over the wasteland, a most beautiful time. Colin found that rest was always good for a traveler, and that when you rested you had to be careful as well. People tend to find you when you least expect it.

Colin put his tilly hat on his head, stopping it from blowing in the wind. He felt that there may be a sandstorm here very soon. Of course, this didn't much bother Colin, considering what he had been through during his life. He had robotic eyes, so they weren't in danger much from the sand. He could easily go above the storm, but he knew that flying and resting only mixed near the ocean, where one could fish. He also liked the sandstorm that was beginning to set in because it gave him cover, so only someone able to sense his energy would be able to find him. If they could, Colin would know not to underestimate them...

Colin had seen the energy signature drawing near with his cybernetic eye. He focused, discovering it was a humanoid demon. He listened, not moving, as the man drew near. He listened to what he had to say, and frowned, not having any forehead wrinkles considering how thin he was. He stood up, patting off the sand on his pants. He stretched, throwing his arms high in the air, strecthing out his back.After that he looked at the man again, speaking:

"Ok... Seems there is a bit of confusion here. First off. Don't call me a shinigami again, or you may lose your head. I'mma vizard, and proud of it. And second, I'm with the vizard corps. Colin Washi, lieutenant Colonel of Sector 4. Also known as the Eagleman. I have not been a shinagami since that demon sealed this hollow in my body, and i was chased out... In any case, you seem uncomfortable in this sandstorm..."

Colin knew this from the information his eye's stress reader was giving him. The man obviously didn't like it here. How brave of him. To come all the way out here to greet me. Granted, I wish he had tried to sense the hollow ener-... Great. He's a vizard too. Colin pondered, his eye also picking up a faint trace of hollow reiatsu from the man.

"Well." Colin began, pulling his zanpakto out of its sheathe, allowing the tip to rest lightly on the sand. "Seems you are a vizard as well. It's impossible to fully hide it, you know. In any case, considering you didn't recognize me, I suppose that must mean you are a wanderer. I can understand how you feel. I was like that myself for nearly 400 years... But, I found a place to call home. If you would like, I can show you the benefits of being a member of the Corps."

Colin raised up his zanpakto, placing it in front of his face. Then he simply seemed to disappear, reappearing behind Azale. His back was facing the enemy, but he didn't care. He was going to see just what this guy could do.

"So, tell me... Would you care to spar, fellow wanderer?"

Colin's zanpakto, which was in front of his face, dissolved. On his hands where the hilt was formed the claws of his shikai. He waited for Azale's strike, knowing he could easily block with his claws...

Colin Washi, the Eagleman: "What a waste...."





Colin frowned. Something's up. Why would he even be here if he doesn't like heat? It makes absolutely no sense what so ever! Well. He disturbed my rest. So, I think I will show the little guy what he's dealing with. He just gonna waste his life? Uh-uh. I not gonna let that happen. Colin turned, watching the young man leaving. He sighed. Well, I didn't want to have to do this, but seems I have no choice. Colin held his zanpakto in front of him, and exhaled. All of a sudden all around them the sandstorm cleared, all around a ring forming around Colin, with himself in the middle. It stopped in front of Azale, just feet in front of him. It looked like a wall of sand appeared in front of him, and Colin knew he would be stunned if only a bit by the shock. He used the oppurtunity to speak:



"BAN-KAI!! EMERALD WINGS, SOAR!!!!"



In less than the blink of an eye Colin's zanpakto dissolved and his wings formed on his back. He suddenly disappeared with a flash-step, and reappeared in front of Azale, having brushed his side with his right wing, cutting it a small bit. He stood in front of Azale, his wings in the sandstorm as his reiatsu created a smaller area around them free of sand. He looked down at Azale, and spoke:



"Well. Quite arrogant, aren't we? You know, you woke me up. I didn't particularly care to be disturbed. And now that I am, I think I might as well enjoy myself a bit. So, unless you want me pinning you to the ground with these feather's of mine, I recommend you prepare yourself... As a wanderer, I know how hard it is to do anything comfortable. However, you are always the same in the thrill of the fight, reacting for your life!"



Colin disappeared with a Shunpo, building up power. He smacked Azale across the face with his right hand. If it connected, it would send the smaller vizard flying a good 20 feet from the force. Colin would follow regardless, and perform a swinging kick, also slashing with his wings out as he did so. He pushed up from the ground after that, and brought down his right leg in a drop kick on Azale's head. He uses the momentum to push his body downwards, his left hand hitting the sand. The sandstorm was now in a defined area around them thanks to Colin's reiatsu, about 10 feet around them. Colin pushed off, flapping his wings once, firing straight at Azale at full speed. If it hit, it could most likely break a few ribs at least. He held his arms out, swinging his body, making it like a drill. He achieved rapid rotation in less than a second as he continued to fly straight at Azale.



After that, he formed the feather blade, now a few feet in distance away from Azale, whether he had hit or not. He spun around, arcing the blade, making it strong enough took easily slice through a tree like it was butter. It extended, reaching Azale. After that Colin used the massive momentum and turned the blade around in his hand and bring it straight down on Azale. If it hit, it would slice the vizard in half unless he did something to prevent it. Then Colin retracted the blade, except he allowed it too drag his slim frame forward, reaching where Azale was quickly. He kept the sword its normal length, performing several slashes all around, being merciless. He had been disturbed, and now he would teach the kid not to start things he didn't care to finish...





(Narku, if your really don't want to stay in the thread, just say as much instead of posting. I hate anti clamtic endings. Also, from here on, you say THREAD-LEFT when you are done.)