An Unexpected Visitor (Open)

The smoke cleared and Okabe sighed softly. It was to be expected, he would say. The man survived; the numbers had told him everything before the smoke had a chance to disappear from this earth. Shaking his head softly, the man took up a position to attack with his fists while the world known as 'Unlimited Blade Works' disappeared from around him. He shook his head slowly and carefully--it was most likely that his trajectory was off, or the fact that he himself had not given himself the necessary strength to be able to perform such an attack. It had certainly used enough spiritual energy. "WHY YOU LITTLE...." A feisty one. He had to congratulate him on that much: it was not often that someone survived this long--unless, of course, they were the Third Espada. Whom he'd killed. Let us see what he does next, hmm? Stepping backwards, his dark eyes watched over the man and glittered slightly--he was putting out a little bit more power. Numbers flashed before his eyes; a variety of attacks and numerous strategies worked themselves out until they converged upon a single point. "Ok, I get my answers from you one way or another....I guess this means you accept my challenge very well Sugiura." This creature was about to change into another form. Shouting out loudly as he did so, the creature started to slowly change his body.

Okabe stepped back and prepared his fists, raising them up in front of his face and chuckling quietly. It wouldn't take long. Dark energy began to flow around the Demon's body, though Okabe wasn't sure what for. Motu Jokai, possibly? "YOUR PLAYTIME Sugiura IS OVER FOOL, I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU PAY FOR THAT" A battlecry came out before Okabe, the man stepping backwards slightly and holding a hand up in front of his face to stop himself from being pushed back by the pure ferocity that this demon was inflicting and pressing out into the world. So Okabe stood there and waited. And waited. And waited a little longer. And sighed softly in frustration. "If you're going to turn into another form, the least you could do is actually attack me." Without warning now, Okabe pushed forwards and sprinted towards Eric with a now-annoyed look on his face as he did so. So done. Taking a single step on the ground, he dove off of the ground and planted a hand onto the earth, pushing up and springing into the air with the greatest of ease. Arms glowed green as Okabe landed on the ground, but a five meters away from Eric now, raising a hand into the air as a golden key materialized. Impossibility Marble. It is impossible for me to have access to the King's Treasury, using the Gate of Babylon that belongs to the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh.

In his hand was a golden sword, shaped specifically like a key. "Gate of... Babylon." Holding it out to the side, he seemed to unlock some kind of door--a golden gate opening behind him, the hilts of several weapons sliding out and showing themselves. He smirked and reached up, gripping the handle of the nearest weapon with a smirk on his face. He wouldn't need the projectile capabilities, not yet. Pushing forwards now, Okabe raised the sword up into the air and swung down to Eric's already-wounded side, aiming to make a cut into his injury and hurt him further. The attack was rather slow for one, though the numbers would be constantly running in his head: Okabe would change his strategy based on such values.

A punch hit him square in the jaw, sending him flying back and sliding along the ground, rolling backwards and tumbling through the dirt as the sword fell out of his hand. He continued on his path for a few more rolls before slowly coming to a stop and sitting up. A hand went tenderly to his jaw and recoiled slightly, the man wincing from the pain of the touch. He could taste blood in his mouth, though that didn't matter too much to him for now. Closing his eyes briefly, Okabe slowly got to his feet and stared down at the man with a pair of wild an pained eyes. "The time is now, I summoned the dark ghouls to prepare yourself to light a fire on your way....Be ready to the true hellfire" He was preparing a spell--Okabe would be able to stop such a thing with little trouble. Smiling confidently, Okabe placed a hand on his hip and watched with a calm and quiet chuckle. "Come on you little worm yeah that sword did a little damage so what else you got in your bag of tricks Sugiura? But first I want to know my battle isn't with you..I'm a demon looking for answers my name was shattered my reputation is tarnished...OH YES SOMEONE IS GOING TO PAY..." Oh, so everything about him is now tarnished? So, he was a man with nothing to lose? Okabe liked that--it meant that he could dispatch this enemy to the peace without anything holding him back. Okabe waited, preparing for the fire spell--and then he disappeared. Completely out of sight, especially out of mind. Okabe blinked and wondered where he'd gone, for a second. Without warning, his arms glowed. "Heh. Fool. It's impossible for me to go immediately to your location, Demon." His arms glowed a brighter green and then Okabe disappeared from the spot, not a trace of him remaining.

Everything swirled for but a second, before the man appeared in what seemed to be a somewhat dark area--he didn't really care for looking around, nor did he care for what he could already see. Instead, he stood in front of the Demon with a wild look in his eyes. "You know, you should leave worse trails. It makes tailing you so easy." As his arms slowly glowed once more, Okabe's eyes peered down at Eric. The energy started to flow around him, harder and faster than ever before, growing in majesty and power as the demon looked onwards. Chunks of the ground beneath flew up into the air and Okabe started to laugh softly--a psychotic laugh that slowly grew in pressure and volume as his power did. "You know something? It's impossible for me to be at this level right now; the level of pressure that Kin Iramasha himself can put out. In fact, a lot of what I do is impossible for me, normally." The grin across his lips simply widened as his laughter grew in volume. He was -mostly- bluffing. He was at the highest level he could take, which was close but not close enough.

"BOY. YOU ARE FIVE THOUSAND YEARS TOO YOUNG TO EVEN STAND AT MY FEET AND GROVEL. YOU HAVE NO CLAIM TO POWER. YOU HAVE NOTHING. YOU'RE JUST A DEMON WHO BELIEVES HIMSELF POWERFUL."

Holding a hand up to the side, Okabe licked his lips slowly. "Don't worry. I won't harm you." A flash of green and Okabe disappeared completely from view: only one with access to Okabe's power itself would have any idea where he went, or even be able to follow him... Reappearing back within the confines of his own home, Okabe collapsed to his knees. Ragged breathing escaped to his ears and he slowly fell forwards, landing on his face. "My wife... where are you... I need... help..." He would sleep. That would help him once more...