What... what am I doing?!

Blood dripping from the blade, golden eyes stared blankly into the distance as a sword was held down to his side. Men and women, all indiscriminately killed, were in front of him, behind him and all around his body. Grinning quietly to himself, the long locks of pale red hair brushed over his face as he raised the blade up to his lips and slid it across the bottom one, staining the soft flesh red with the liquid along the steel. He would take a step forwards, raising the blade higher now and to a single lock of hair, slicing through the piece, and letting it fly off. Strange. He had hoped that he wouldn't have to resort to this, but Daigoro's ineptitude had caused it. The fool. He had known that this city was not a city of innocents. He had known that, above everything else, they would pillage innocent cities without mercy, simply so they could live in luxury under the suffering of others. That naive fool didn't see that, and instead assumed that they were living in peace and away from everyone else. Foolish. So, deciding to take matters into his own hands, he had taken control of this body. Normal humans were, as it stood, so weak. He had been able to cut down a majority of them, without even a scratch. A real enemy would be able to at least place a small scratch onto him. Cackling to himself, the beast stepped forwards, a foot crushing the skull of a child--one who had brandished a rather large sword in attempting to attack his assailant. His assault had not lasted long, as evidenced by the steel pipe through his chest. Growling softly, he sniffed the blood in the air and chuckled to himself, flicking the blade around slowly as he listened for more signs of life. Turning quickly, he sliced around his tanto as a man attempted to attack from behind--his assault did not last long.

"Weaklings. Every last one of them." Growling deeply, he picked up a still-breathing body by their head and looked into their eyes, staring into them with eyes that could not be considered human. Deep gold orbs, filled with blood and rage, staring into the eye of a man whom he knew to be evil to the core. "This is not all of you. Where are the rest of you despots?" Slowly swivelling an eye to meet the redhead's own, the human let out a dry chuckle. "Why... should I tell you? You have chosen to kill all of us; yet we are not sinners. We are simply human, desiring more than what we have. However, unlike most humans, we also take it for ourselves... That is our way, and a way you will not understand, Shinigami. Hm, so this one could understand the spiritual pressure? It was true that this one had felt more powerful, it was why he had attempted to communicate with him in the first place--though the fact that he had not died from one blow made that obvious enough. Chuckling quietly, he held the man out further from him, now staring intently into his eyes. The other, realizing that this wasn't going to end quickly, started giving out his own spiritual pressure in order to scare off the redhead. Despite not actually noticing it properly, he could feel a small pushing, and smirked. "Oh? You have a little bit of energy in you. No wonder..." A laugh, and the eyes on his face glowed slightly, converting and condensing into orbs of pure crystal. The pupils themselves were of an unnatural shape, and the irises glowed with the color of "jewel". These were the one-of-a-kind Mystic Eyes of Daigoro Ito, Cybele--the Mystic Eyes of Petrification.

Feeling a pressure on his body, the man felt the need to look away, but couldn't. He felt his own mass growing, the very small amount of energy in his body starting to harden into a crystalline form. "I-in... in the City Hall... under the table of flyers..." "Good." The man continued to struggle despite this, the crystal slowly crawling up around his face and over his eyes. "Now, sleep. You have earned your death." The last of the crystal covered the man, and he was dropped to the ground, a hollow noise preceding the shattering of body, mind and soul. Turning away, He-Who-Is-Covered-In-Blood continued onwards towards the City Hall, noting no more signs of life surrounding him. So, they were only within this building, huh? Taking his first step into the empty room, he felt the distortion immediately. It wasn't anything unnatural, just strange. Stepping further into the room, he noticed footprints scuffed around the front of a draped-over table, so he approached that with a glint in his eye. Kneeling forwards, he moved the draping out of the way--a beeping noise became evident. Now slightly confused, his finger gripped the handle of a hatch. Aha. Pulling sharply, He threw it up quickly and looked into the hole. Without a second's delay, his face changed. Instead of a bunch of scared people, there was simply one piece of machinery. A beeping bomb of what appeared to be Quincy Silver pellets. Slowly standing up, the redhead backed away from it, though it was already too late.

Beep, beep, beeeeeep. The last noise sounded out, and an explosion resounded through the hall. Stepping backwards, the man held a hand up in front of his face as the quincy silver rocketed throughout, blasting into him and creating small burns on his flesh. The man growled and sneered, stepping away and stumbling outside, shaking his head as his body smoked somewhat. He continued onwards, returning to the spot with the man in crystal pieces on the ground. "Fuck... you..." Shaking his head, the animosity finally faded, and features were returned to normal. "Goddamnit... so, the deed is done?" Sighing softly, Daigoro Ito returned to his own personal senses, and stared at the bodies before him with a lingering regret. The blood-sung blade languished at his side--it was blindingly obvious that this redhead was the culprit, be it the fact that he was alive among corpses, or that his blade was stung with blood...

"Goddamnit.."