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Re: Stefan Junk
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Re: Stefan Junk
Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:15 pm
READOPTING THIS MO' FO'.
RP Sample: (Frost said that it would be acceptable to use my NPC post of with him:)
Colin
leapt up into the air, surveying the battlefield. It seemed another Colonel of
the Vizard Corps had arrived, Amane, one he wasn't so familiar with. He
frowned, continuing to observe the battlefield. Suddenly, he sensed something.
He scanned his eye over, seeing the thing he had hoped to never see here. He
grit his teeth together, seeing where it was heading. It seemed to be targeting
Setsudan, although he really had no clue why, although he could most likely
deduce it. Stefan! Why the
hell are you here? You're just going to die! it's too dangerous! And the
waste... Colin frowned deeply, begginning to move, dropping down
next to Setsudan. He watched as 50 bala, he counted, flew out at more mutants,
killing them.
He
thought about why Stefan was going after Setsudan. Setsudan was the only one of
the major fighting Colonels who didn't have someone he was doing battle with
ath the momnt. He was probably trying to even the battlefield. He obviously
didn't care for the mutants, as Colin could see him doing some interesting new
sword work on them as he passed. Colin stood his ground, preparing himself for
what he was about to do, alerting all the other Colonels with Kidō. His sword
was held evenly before him, his feet at shoulder length, his mouth set in a
hard line.
OI, LISTEN UP! I’M GOING INTO MY RESSERECTION SOON HERE, SO I
STRONGLY ADVISE THAT EVERYONE EVACUATE THE BATTLEFIELD WHEN I DO, AT LEAST
BRIEFLY, OR YOU WILL HAVE TO TAKE SOME SLICING WINDS! I WILL WARN YOU ALL
PRIOR TO BEGINNING IT!
Colin
measured Stefans ETA as he approached, giving it 10 seconds as he decimated
another small group. As he arrived he heard him speak. His frown deepened, his
eyes lowering a bit.
"Setsudan...
Get back... He's mine!"
Colin's
eyes looked up as he brought his feather blade up, placing the hilt level with
his right shoulder, the blade pointed at Stefan's heart. The
challenge was impossible to mistake, and Colin spoke but 6 words.
"Stefan.
I'm removing you from here."
His
eyes hardened and glowed green as his left hand reached up to his face. As he
did so, he watched Stefan do the same, and heard his voice once again:
"...
Well, Colin. I wasn't quite expecting THIS. You are going to remove me? You may
be stronger than before, but I don't seriously believe..."
His
words trailed off as Colin's mask lowered onto his face. He watched Stefan
doing the same, and his hand holding his sword quivered, only once. It was half
anticipation, half frustration at Stefan being here. His and his hollows
reiatsu exploded out onto the field between them, and he disappeared, having
leapt forward. He had pressed down onto his right foot, building momentum, his
wings beating furiously. He brought the blade down onto Stefan, who had reacted
swiftly. Stefan brought up his three blades, one in his mouth, the other two in
his hands. Stefan met Colin's feather blade full on, pushing against Colin's
blade. Colin, now only six inches between himself and this man who he had known
for almost his entire time being in the vizard corps, was leaving nothing back.
Stefan felt himself being pushed into the soft sands of the wastes, a small
crater forming around the force of the clash as Stefan and Colin's reiatsu
burst out between the two of them.
Colin
smiled, and Stefan's eyes opened wide, expecting Colin's weight to shift. He
wasn't prepared as the feather blade extended, Colin's mask bending the stream
around onto Stefan's back. Stefan leapt back as he watched the feathers extend,
but still recieved a nick on his shoulder for his troubles. Stefan's weight was
distributed evenly, his feet flat and his swords to either side of his torso.
He watched Colin warily. Stefan hadn't expected so much power out of the
Co-head already. Stefan was a bit shocked to discover he was panting a bit from
the encounter.
Colin
persued, stepping forward and using a shunpo. He appeared to Stefan's side, his
feather blade fully extended. Stefan blocked it with his sword, wondering what
Colin was about to do. He performed another shunpo, going completely around
Stefan, wrapping him in the feathers. Stefan had extended both arms, his neck
bent to use the sword, keeping the slicing feathers off of him. Colin spun
around, his right foot extended, placing his energy within it. Stefan spun with
Colin's movement, and became lined up with the outstretched foot, 3 feet off
the ground. From Colin's foot fired a small cero, which hit Stefan dead-on.
Colin released the blade a second before impact, and Stefan had tried to block
the cero with a quck flick of his neck, moving the blade in his teeth. The cero
still mostly did contact, and blew back Stefan. Colin watched, seeing what
Stefan was about to do with his cybernetic eye.
Stefan
appeared from the smoke, his face covered in a mask but for his eyes, a cloak
all around him. He looked at Colin over the battlefield, having entered his
shikai. He brought all three swords down from his right side, crying out. As he
did so, from the swords emitted a large force of slicing air, moving directly
for Colin.
"First
Strike, Mealstrom!"
Colin
watched with his cybernetic eye as a very familiar attack sailed towards him. Stefan... You little... Copycat. Colin
swung his blade horizontally in front of him, not extending the feathers,
creating an airwave with the charged power of his hollow. It slammed into the
Mealstrom, and the two air attacks did battle. Meanwhile, Colin and Stefan both
performed a shunpo, meeting eachother to the right of the conflicting energy
attacks. Colin slashed down from above, Stefan blocking the slash with his
right hand and neck while his left hand cut at Colin's torso. Colin used
airdodge, moving away from the blade, getting a small cut on his right ribs as
a result. His own blade dropped like a pendulum once again, only being held by
two swords. Stefan used his high control of his muscles, attempting to dodge
the falling blade. It brushed against his right leg, ripping the skin apart.
Stefan leaped right back in, descending on Colin from above.
Colin
smiled, holding his sword in front of himself and Stefan, horizontal with his
own torso. As Stefan descended, he wondered why Colin made no other move to
dodge or defend. As Stefan impacted against Colin, he saw it. He saw the slight
blur on the edge of Colin's form as Stefan passed right through it. Stefan
moved his neck to behind his head, knocking away the line of feathers aimed at
the back of his neck. Colin was within Stefan's sight now, 5 feet off the
ground, his right arm moving to behind him, retracting his feather blade. Colin
licked a bit off sweat off his face, the desert quite hot from the sands and
Zin. Stefan turned to face his enemy, his sensitive eyes barely able to look up
at Colin. Stefan thought to himself: This is NOT a good place for
my Shikai... Can barely see... Too bright...
Colin
disappeared again, reappearing in front of Stefan, his center of gravity now
beneath Stefan. He cut upwards, feeling the resistance that was Stefan's blade
as he heard the loud explosion that signified the Mealstrom and Airwave had
cancelled one another.
Colin whirled back and around, striking repeatedly. Stefan
matched his blows, just barely keeping Colin off of his skin. Sweat was
beginning to form on the combatants necks as they duked it out. Stefan and
Colin slashed at one another, neither managing to penetrate skin, Colin’s
superior speed holding off the weighted power of Stefan’s blades. Eventually
Colin struck down very hard, being blocked by all three of Stefan’s swords in a
line. Colin pushed off, backing up a few feet. He reached into his left jean
pocket, bringing out a small black hilt with a button on it.
Stefan, for his part, realized there was nothing to be
gained by staying in this form. He could feel that Colin was holding back,
waiting for him to get serious. Ok then,
Colin… If you want a fight… YOU’VE GOT IT! Stefan held both of his swords
to his side, releasing the one in his mouth. It swung onto the ground,
completing a single rotation before it immersed itself up to the hilt in the
desert sands. His hair swept back as a black reiatsu began faintly emitting
from around him, his hair slowly turning to a deep lava color from their roots
up. His mask over his mouth dissipated, as well as the top part of his cloak
above his waist. He looked over at Colin the other side of the sands, his mouth
a tight line and his eyes focused.
Well, Colin, this is it. This is my Bankai, in
all its glory. Beware, for I will not be holding back. I expect the same of
you, of course. Now, Colin… Are you ready? Stefan picked up his sword
with his right hand, having thrown the other casually into the air above him.
He quickly scooped up his sword, sliding it out from the weak grip of the
sands. He pulled it into his outstretched mouth and caught the launched sword
with an equal amount of grace. He faced
Colin, waiting for his answer.
Colin pressed the button on the hilt on his left hand, his
feathers leaving his right and joining together again on his back. He looked
Stefan dead in the eye. He had watched as the transformation was performed.
From the hilt slid out a beam of plasma, hot to the touch and purple as
sapphire is blue. Colin flapped his wings, appearing in front of the
transformed Stefan, his blade moving much faster now due to the speed given to
him by his wings. Stefan’s eyes widened briefly as he blocked the attack,
unprepared for the amount of fury behind the attack. He put his nearly
indestructible Steel Sword out in front of his blades, knowing that the plasma
could most likely burn through his other swords. He was pushed back, having to
step back from the force and ferocity of the blow. As Stefan’s foot hit the
ground, he used it, channeling his reiatsu through the sands. His control of
Earth came into play, and shot up on Colin’s feet, throwing him unexpectedly
into the air. Stefan himself rose up to follow his enemy on a pillar of ground.
Colin had been caught unawares by the sudden throwing of the
ground, but quickly regrouped, spinning in Stefan’s direction with a flap of
his wings. He gave a small smile behind his mask, as Stefan had just
unwittingly given him an advantage. He had shifted the battle from the ground,
where Stefan had strength, into the air, which was most definitely Colin’s
domain. He crossed his arms at the approaching Stefan, launching off a Wind Blade,
putting a good amount of strength behind it. Stefan hadn’t been expecting that,
and leapt off his perch, unable to continue with it and losing his last
connection to the ground. It was ripped apart, cracked in a cross shape all the
way down it to the ground. Colin used a Shunpo, appearing beneath Stefan,
preventing his return to the ground. Stefan frowned, pulling out another sword
as he allowed his body to drop like a weight onto Colin. The blade fell from
his sheathe and his hand, and began floating next to him as he fell. It was Stefan’s Paragon Blade, able to attack
of its own accord. Colin had flipped back, blocking the falling Stefan’s swords
with his plasma knife. As he was pushed
back by Stefan’s weight, the Paragon
blade passed by his face, scratching his left cheek. His foot came up from
beneath Stefan, flipped upwards by the force pushed on Colin’s upper torso. It
hit Stefan in his chest on his left side, and he was forced back up into the
air, still cut off from the ground. He grunted from the pain behind his mask,
looking down at Colin. Colin licked the blood off of his right cheek, his eyes
never leaving Stefan.
Stefan knew that he needed to get back to the ground. Colin
was simply too fast at this point for him to dodge past, so he was going to
have to force the Eagleman back to his terms. Stefan held his swords together,
all facing to the left, an inch of space between the three aligned blades. From
behind him, the Paragon Blade was spinning behind him in a deadly circle
vertically. Stefan used a Shunpo of his own, appearing in front of Colin. He
forced all three swords across Colin’s torso. Colin threw up his left arm,
which was sporting the feathers of his Shikai, and knocked away the blades.
Stefan spun around from the block, attacking from the other side. This time,
when Colin blocked with his right, Stefan’s blades broke away from their
formation. They separated, going in three directions. The blade in his mouth,
the Steel Sword, remained pressed against Colin’s left arm. The blade in
Stefan’s right shot upwards, and the one in his left descended below. Colin
realized what had happened, and knew he couldn’t dodge them all. He bent back,
dodging the blade in Stefan’s right hand that was sailing towards his skull. As
Stefan’s left hand reached his leg, Colin spun around his left hand. There, in
his palm, was a cero that he had been charging.
Stefan’s eyes widened as the cero was fired from Colin’s
palm, directly at him. Stefan cursed, throwing his arms up to defend himself.
He was blown back through the air, falling to the ground. Colin began to give
chase, to stop his enemy from touching down, when he realized something. Is he… SMILING? Colin wondered to
himself. Suddenly, Colin realized that the Paragon Blade… wasn’t with Stefan! Colin began to spin aroun, realizing this too
late as he felt the blade begin to penetrate the skin of his right shoulder. He
winced and dodged away as fast as he could, preventing the wound from getting
too deep. He looked over to see that Stefan had indeed finally reached the
ground. Drat! I don’t know when I’ll get
another chance like that! What to do… Wait a minute now… Colin himself
began smirking a little as an attack plan formed in his head…
Stefan, on the ground, was panting. He was satisfied that
the blade had hit Colin as he had intended, if a bit disappointed it was not
more effective. However, it had served its purpose. Stefan was now on the
ground where he belonged. He looked up at Colin, wondering what he was trying
to do up there. As for himself, Stefan had begun inserting his reiatsu into the
ground all around him, preparing for Colin’s next strike.
They stood there for a while, staring each other down, Colin
demanding that Stefan meet him in the air and Stefan insisting they did battle
upon the ground. Evantually, Colin broke the stalemate. He whipped back his
right arm, the one holding his plasma knife, whipping the arm and releasing the
knife. The point sailed directly at Stefan’s head, its path straight and true.
Stefan’s eyes widened briefly as he moved the ground underneath him, pushing it
up to throw him out of the way of the knife. He knew it would simply go through
the ground if he tried to block with it, so he didn’t even bother, going to
dodge instead. Colin used a Shunpo, appearing behind Stefan, catching the knife
midair. What he did was he caught the knife between his long pointer finger and
thumb, and flicked his wrist a bit, rotating the knifes point to where Stefan
was. Then he released the knife, continuing its sailing at Stefan’s back.
Stefan pushed off the ground with his right hand, the knife
grazing him on his wounded side. He gave a small grunt of pain, pushing off the
ground again, righting himself to face Colin, who was coming at him with his
feet. Colin had leapt after the knives, beginning to rotate, calling upon the
strength of his hollow and using Shunpo to increase the rotation’s rapidity. He
landed on his hands in front of Stefan, and he rotated once before his right
foot shot out at his foe. Stefan blocked with his left hand, the blade making
flat contact with Colin’s boot. Colin kicked off of the blade, sliding Stefan
back on the loose desert sands. Colin pushed up off of the ground and made two
more kicks, to the left and right, putting a large amount of strength behind
each one. Stefan blocked them both again, but could feel the strain on the
swords from parrying Colin’s strong legs. Then, with a flap of his wings, a
foot off from touching the ground, Colin disappeared. In his place was a cloud
of feathers, going right into Stefan’s location. Stefan gave a cry, realizing
that Colin was behind him and what he was going to do.
Colin had his left hand on the ground, his spine bent
towards the sky, almost on his back. His left shin was only a few inches away
from his behind, the knee pointed up and the foot holding the rest of his body
off the ground. He pushed with the foot and hand, putting all the force and
momentum into his coiled up right foot, extending it out from its held in
state. It hit Stefan in the top of his back, as he had leaned back to avoid the
feathers. He was nailed, sent flying up into the air by the shear amount of
force behind Colin’s kick. Colin pushed again off of his hand and foot,
occupying the space that Stefan had been in less than a moment ago, his
feathers reforming into both wings again on his back. He flapped his wings,
sending him sailing after Stefan, who was still high up in the air. He formed
the feather blade in his hands, cutting upwards. The blade shot up, having
extended. It folded itself around Stefan, wrapping him up in it 4 times. Stefan
bit his teeth together as he felt the feathers begin to dig into his flesh, not
tight and not yet drawing blood, but it sure hurt like hell. Colin pulled it
tight, and Stefan braced himself, the feathers digging deeper. Colin swung the
blade with both hands, moving Stefan around in a circle, then released him in
the direction of the ground. Stefan flew, no longer restrained by the feathers,
barely able to see through the pain from the feather’s hold. He was bleeding
quite freely from dozens of small cuts all over his person as he slammed into
the desert sands, creating a small crater from the impact 7 feet in radius.
Colin was breathing a bit heavily, his shoulders sagging, taking in the power
of each and every breath. He knew how to stop wasting time and use his
breathing to its maximum advantage.
Stefan coughed up a mouthful of blood, getting to his feet.
He looked down, seeing all the blood of his own that had been spilt from him,
and sighed. I really hoped I wouldn’t
have to use this on him… But it seems that his drive has changed quite a bit. I
wasn’t expecting him to have improved this much. Hmm… Looks like I really do
have to do it… Stefan righted himself, looking right at Colin, his chest
heaving from his gathered breath. He looked around, seeing none of what he
would need. Crap… Looks like I’ll have to
do 1 more thing in this state… Stefan punched the ground, as if in anger.
Instead, he put some of the last energy from his Bankai within it, pulsing it
into the ground. The sands began to shift and warp, under the manipulation of
Stefan’s control. He manipulated it,
gathering a large amount of earth above his head. Then he expanded it outwards
and around himself, making a concave field behind him, like a giant spoon
coming up out of the ground to scoop him up. It cast a huge shadow against the
sun, giving Stefan a small amount of relief. He held his right hand out,
dropping his other two swords out of his left hand and his mouth.
The sword in his right hand began to change, expanding and
elongating. It became a broadsword, black in color. His body became enveloped
by an extremely black cloak, hiding his eyes behind the shadow it cast. He held
his sword at his side in his grip at his side, equal to his other arm. He
looked down the field at Colin, and raised his right arm, the blade pointing
towards the heavens. Then he threw the sword down, creating… nothing. Or so it
seemed. An instant later, a black wave emerged from the shadow cast by the
dome, and it flew directly at Colin. Colin, suddenly alert, threw his wings
around himself, creating a small shield around his body as the shadow-substance
made contact. He was knocked back, his wings becoming covered in a strange
black yuck. He released them into his blade, sending it into hover mode,
panting a little bit. He hadn’t been expecting this. Nor was he expecting what
Stefan did next.
Stefan pointed his hands out, and the strange black energy
began to pour out from his palms. As it reached past the sand spoon, it looked
like it was an extension of that shadow, until it became freakishly huge as it
surrounded Colin. Colin looked down, cursing, jumping into the air. His right
foot was still caught by it, and it spread around his body. He gave a muffled
cry, preparing himself, enhancing his defenses. He began to cough, and was
unable to see, his world surrounded by darkness. So… This is Stefan’s resserection, eh? Can’t say I wasn’t expecting it,
but jeez… ridiculous. Well… I think I can about guess what’s going to happen
next… Kinda hard to forget how destructive he is. All Colin could do at the
moment was wait, and hope that he could remain conscious.
Stefan pointed his hands directly at the enveloped Colin,
their battlefield filled with the fog of darkness. He smiled, prepared to end
this bout and put the Co-head out of commission.
Colin. You are a fool. Quite simply, a fool.
You knew you couldn’t hope to challenge me. Now, I do hope that you live from
this attack, but there isn’t much I can do about it if you don’t. Ah yes… One
other thing. SHADOW. RELEASE!”
From Stefan’s hands shot out a purple-like energy. When it
connected with the mist past the shadow of the spoon, it reacted with the mist
in the air. The mist began flashing, as well as the cocoon around Colin. He
struggled a bit, readying himself. He gritted his teeth, holding himself
together. It flashed all around him, and he could see it beyond his eyelids.
Stefan pointed his hands out once more, and snapped his fingers.
The air beyond the spoon exploded violently. It left a good
size crater where it had been, and Colin could not be seen. Stefan had a hunch
where his enemy was, and looked to the sky. Sure enough, there was Colin, his
shirt completely incinerated, his pants and boots badly singed, as well as most
of his body. Stefan pointed his blade out at Colin, gathering energy. He could
see the wounded Colin down the sight of his hand, glad he wasn’t dead but
frustrated he was still conscious. When it was ready, he fired a Shadow Ooze,
having it race towards his enemy, blazing and merciless…
Colin was breathing extremely hard in his post up in the
air. His right eye was shut completely and he could barely see. He gulped in a
breath of air and gave a deep laugh, reverberating over the crater and the
desert sands. His wings had returned to his back, tattered from the explosion. Well… He does leave me so little choice…
Then I suppose it is time. As Stefan pointed his sword at him, Colin
activated the Kidō once again, alerting Setsudan, Amane, Ravana, and Zin, along
with anyone else aligned with the Vizard Corps.
OK. ITS TIME. PREPARE
YOURSELVES! I’M GOING INTO MY RESSERECTION!
Colin placed his right hand over his mask as the Ooze
approached him, and began conversing with his hollow.
Well.
Looks like you get to have some fun after all. Ready to release?
You bet.
And as for the reason… Well, that would be for using those mutants as a
wrecking ball. Hilarious.
Colin moved his hand off of his mask, the Ooze approaching
the sky. It had been moving along the sands, leaving a layer of glass on
whatever it touched. It leaped up into the sky to attack Colin. From out of
Colin’s mask shot a blue field. It extended around his body, covering it
completely. Then Colin screamed at his full lungs power.
The Ooze connected with the field. It found no entry, unable
to attack its target. It was burning the field, but it had no effect. Then,
Colin’s slicing reiatsu exploded. It dispersed the ooze, and would most likely
have been able to reformed if not for Stefan’s reaction. Stefan threw up his
arms as the reiatsu hit him, his resserection defending him from most of the
damage. It still destroyed the black fabric on his arms, and left deep
scratches that would scar. Several mutants that had been on the outskirts of
the battlefield were annihilated, their chopped up corpses flying out into the
mass of mutants. The mutants lost many of their numbers, and the cries of pain
could be heard reverberating all over the battlefield. The crater on the ground
expanded, and the spoon was destroyed, sent back into the desert sands.
The field shrunk back into his orb, and then back onto his
body. His skin became similar to a hollow’s mask, tight and unbleeding when
cut. On his back were wings, made of sapphire-colored feathers. On his body was
a cloak of 550 feathers, taking up the place of his shirt. A hood also formed
on the back of his neck, and in his left hand was his original Feather Blade,
forced back into its normal state. Colin looked down from the sky to where the
pushed back Stefan was from behind his mask, his gaze fairly cold. He could
feel the hollows power all around him, not smothering him, but more in the
world then it had ever been before. The mask opened its beak and gave an
extremely strange laugh, the kind made by a sadist torturing his victims in an
underground chamber. Colin himself hadn’t been expecting this, but he really
didn’t care. All he cared about was removing Stefan from the battlefield and to
finish this, and have his bout with Zin.
Colin pointed his right hand at Stefan, and gave a flap of
his wings, keeping himself suspended in the air. The cloak raced down from his
body and onto his hand, creating a shivering and squirming mass of blue
feather. From the hand the feathers
extended, similar to the feather blade. Colin dropped his feather blade,
leaving it to hover and parry a bit if need be. The feathers formed a sharp
line 10 feet long in front of Colin’s hand, and stayed there, suspended. Then,
Colin disappeared with a flap of his wings.
Colin had just used a Shunpo with
his wings, going over 400 mph past Stefan. He appeared a few feet past his foe,
his face looking at the ground, the hand with the 10-foot long line extended
horizontally. Stefan looked down at his sword, which he had just felt a prick
off of. Like a butterfly had landed on it for just an instant and taken flight
again. Then he looked down, and realized that he was flying off the ground
backwards. His eyes opened very
Wide, and he threw down both feet,
stopping himself. I… I COULDN'T EVEN SEE HIM! How fast is he moving????
Wait… My eye caught a shadow… a very small one. Well, this is going to be
annoying. Hmm… Colin appeared in front of him again, and Stefan threw up
his sword, his feet planted. Colin had his feather mass in a different shape.
It was in the shape of a claw, the kind that you would see at the arcade that
picks up your stuffed animal and usually fails. However, this one wouldn't
fail. Colin grabbed Stefan's sword, and Stefan held fast against him,
preventing him from pulling away his blade. Stefan fired another Shade Blade
out of his sword, growing it and sending the energy at Colin. Colin released
the blade, disappearing once again. He appeared behind Stefan this time.
Stefan whirled around, seeing him. Colin aimed right for Stefan’s face,
punching as hard as he could. And then, a few inches a way, he seemed to simply
stop and leap back.
Stefan
looked puzzled at this turn of events, but only briefly. He soon felt the
sensation of a very strong and fast object hitting him in his chin. His jaw was
knocked up, making him bite his tongue. He winced as he flew back, stopping
himself with his left hand, his right hand holding up his blade, ready for
Colin. How the devil…? It looks like some
kind of afterimage… except that… is it? What do I do? Wait… Stefan smiled
as he realized what he could do. He vanished using a Shunpo of his own. Colin’s
eyes widened with confusion as he watched as if in slow motion Stefan ran behind him. Stefan appeared again,
placing his right hand on the ground. Where it lay was on the head of Colin’s
shadow. Colin raised an eyebrow behind his mask as the shadow began wobbling.
Then, suddenly, Stefan leapt backwards. Colin’s eyes shot open as he felt
something grab his foot. He looked down to see his own shadow grasping him.
Colin was stunned by the turn of events, but only briefly. He waved his right
arm, and his feathers dispersed from his hand all around him.
Slowly,
the shadow was making its way up Colin’s body. It was up to his knee as his
feathers finally finished obtaining their shape. Standing where the cloud of
feathers had been was another Colin, looking as he had when he had first
arrived at the wasteland. The shadow reached up past his waist, reaching for
his neck, and Colin knew he had to act quickly. Stefan was watching the whole
thing, still manipulating the shadow. Colin looked over to his feather clone,
who nodded. The shadow was past his chest now, almost to its target, holding
Colin down. Colin manipulated the feathers on his hood, sending a tendril of
them out at the clone. It penetrated the clones body, and a realistic look of
pain went across its face. Then, as the shadow reached to place its hand on
Colin’s neck… nothing happened.
The
shadow, sensing triumph, threw its hand down, wringing Colin out. However,
Colin did not move. Or blink. Or fidget. Stefan looked at this development
curiously until he heard a voice from behind him.
”Slicing…
Scatter Shot!”
From
behind Stefan could see a large amount of reiatsu leaving its owner. He looked
around again, jumping forward, seeing that the feather clone was gone. As was
the Colin held by his shadow, which was looking extremely confused, since
orders had stopped being relayed to it. From behind Stefan fired a large amount
of bala, most of which he was able to dodge around. The few that hit all did it
in the same place, making the small spot of his back hurt like hell. He
eventually whirled around, facing the one who had thrown the attack at him. He
was panting, and ventured a guess.
“Really, Colin? I thought you hated teleportation.”
”
Don’t worry, Stefan. That’ll be the only time I have to use it. It’s called
FEATHERportation, by the way. And you didn’t leave me with many options.”
“Fair enough. However, I wasn’t expecting you to have a resserection. Looks
like that crazy hollow of yours decided to shape up, huh?”
“Nah. I just can overpower him. Or use his natural affinity. Apparently, the
reason he allowed my use of it this time was due to a little thing I did with
the mutants. Reminded him of a wrecking ball, it seems.”
“Well. Seems we just can’t stop here, can we? You better be ready… because now
I’m not going to hold back.”
“You were holding back? I couldn’t tell. I was a bit busy EXPLODING!”
As
he said this, their dialogue was finished. Colin vanished once more, his foot
appearing next to Stefan’s skull. Stefan raised a hand, the black Ooze trying
to come out of him onto Colin’s foot. Colin clicked his tongue, disappearing
again. He reappeared behind Stefan, his foot pointed up, his center of gravity below it.
Wing Style….
What? Stefan
thought, hearing the voice behind him. He spun around, blocking Colin’s foot
with both hands. He wasn’t expecting feather tendrils to shoot up all around
him. He allowed himself to be pushed back by the kick, only being cut up a bit.
He spun as he hit the ground, ending in a state that allowed him to see Colin.
He pushed his right hand out, and threw down his left pointer finger onto his
right palm. As he did so, he vanished, the only indicator of his presence his shadow
on the ground. He knew it wouldn’t fool Colin, but it increased his speed. I am NOT done yet!
Stefan
appeared in front of Colin, and a battle of madness ensued. Stefan was barely
able to keep up with Colin’s movements, but he blocked his attacks. He gained
dozens of small cuts from all the feather tendrils that were randomly firing
up. Colin, on the other hand, dodged around the sword, and parried the
hand-to-hand attacks. After about a minute of this intense fighting, Stefan
finally was able to strike down onto Colin’s flank. He smiled, glad that he had
finally hit his enemy. However… something was wrong. Colin came right at Stefan
again, throwing his left arm back, his reiatsu forming on the hood of his
cloak.
He
flapped his wings as he pushed forward, hitting Stefan squarely in the stomach.
Colin’s eyes were shut, his teeth clenched, attempting to ignore the pain in
his side. Stefan coughed up blood as he felt himself launched back. As he flew,
he realized. He… his skin doesn’t bleed
in his Resserection… it’s like a rock… Colin reappeared ten feet behind the
flying Stefan, and snapped his fingers in his right hand. Behind Colin’s head,
the feathers of his hood dispersed, forming spears behind him. There were 30 of
them, all lined up horizontally behind him. Colin threw open his eyes, slamming
his feet off the ground. He appeared above Stefan, the spears slamming down in
a circle around them, not even 5 inches of space between the flaming poles.
Colin slammed down with both hands on Stefan, who blocked the tendril hand with
his sword. He was thrown to the ground, and got up, still nothing but a shadow.
Stefan pushed both arms once again, loosing even more shadow. It completely
filled the ring with shadow, and Colin’s vision was obscured. Both Vizards
abandoned the pretense of defense, in a silent agreement that this battle would
end here.
Colin
swung his body, his feet connecting with Stefan’s side. Stefan grimaced and
grabbed the legs with both hands, picking him up and slamming him to the
ground. Colin put his feathers around Stefan as he did so, wrapping his torso
in the things. As he hit the ground, the feathers were pulled taught, and
Stefan gasped with pain. He put his full strength in, pushing on the feathers.
Their connection was broken, and they went back to Colin. Colin flapped his
wings, moving back a bit. He threw out his right hand, sending out the
feathers. They burst forth, a wave of them, all aimed at Stefan. Stefan’s eyes
opened wide and he began a deadly dance, dodging around the field of feather.
He gained several cuts as they passed, his clothes looking more like a murder
scene than public wear. If you could see them, that is. After it passed, Stefan
realized that they couldn’t make it back to Colin instantly. He realized this
was his chance, and vanished.
He
used his own Shunpo, appearing in front of Colin. His palm shot up, hitting the
Vizard Corps Co-Head squarely in the jaw. Colin was thrown up into the air, his
body completely straightened by the shock. His feathers returned to his hand as
Stefan pushed his hands out one more time, his vision fairly blurry from the
blood loss. He sent the explosive shock through the cloud surrounding Colin,
and it exploded. He watched as the Co-head flew down to the ground, smoking. What a was- He was stopped mid-thought
as Colin appeared in front of him, the feathers formed into the shape of his
zanpakto. Stefan looked back over at the burnt Colin… seeing nothing. AN AFTERIMAGE! HOW COULD I FORGET HIS
SPECIALTY!!!
Colin,
a deep set frown on his face, thrust the sword forward. It split as it was
pressed,going different directions all away from Colin. They pierced Stefan,
hitting his arms, legs, sides, shoulders, knees, stomach, chest. All these
little cuts began to bleed, and Stefan looked down onto Colin as the spears
disappeared, going back into Colin’s hood. Stefan’s couldn’t see him any more,
only a faint outline of his opponent. He saw the feathers go back into Colin’s
hands, and dispersed back into his cloak. Colin stood up straight as Stefan
fell down onto his knees, coughing up more blood. Stefan looked up to Colin,
seeing the outline of Colin’s face.
Well… It seems… You have won… At last, you have defeated me… Only one thing I have
left to say to you… He looked at Colin, falling down onto the ground,
his breathing jagged. You seem to have found a good reason to
fight at last.
Colin
put his right hand onto Stefan’s back, feeling the breathing fading. He
performed a hoho of his max speed, appearing far away from the battlefield. You… once did this for me, long ago. So, I
must help you as well! He used Kidō, muddling Stefan’s consciousness, and
then began the Kidō to heal his wounds. He put in quite a bit of his energy,
healing most of the minor wounds quickly. After making sure he would live, he
fell back, panting. Then he realized that he would still need to fight, hearing
the noises of battle, even this far out. Nothing
to help it then…. He vanished, reappearing in the sky above the
battlefield, sending a message to absolutely EVERYONE, friend or foe.
LISTEN UP! STEFAN
SOAN OF THE MONSUTA HAS BEEN DETAINED! PREPARE YOURSELVES…
He
gathered a large amount of reiatsu into his right hand, and pointed it down at
one of the several groups of mutants left. There weren’t nearly as many as
before, and he released the energy, sending down a Kidō of blue fire. It hit
the group, and they began running, screaming.
BECAUSE PLAY TIME
IS OVER.
RP Sample: (Frost said that it would be acceptable to use my NPC post of with him:)
Colin
leapt up into the air, surveying the battlefield. It seemed another Colonel of
the Vizard Corps had arrived, Amane, one he wasn't so familiar with. He
frowned, continuing to observe the battlefield. Suddenly, he sensed something.
He scanned his eye over, seeing the thing he had hoped to never see here. He
grit his teeth together, seeing where it was heading. It seemed to be targeting
Setsudan, although he really had no clue why, although he could most likely
deduce it. Stefan! Why the
hell are you here? You're just going to die! it's too dangerous! And the
waste... Colin frowned deeply, begginning to move, dropping down
next to Setsudan. He watched as 50 bala, he counted, flew out at more mutants,
killing them.
He
thought about why Stefan was going after Setsudan. Setsudan was the only one of
the major fighting Colonels who didn't have someone he was doing battle with
ath the momnt. He was probably trying to even the battlefield. He obviously
didn't care for the mutants, as Colin could see him doing some interesting new
sword work on them as he passed. Colin stood his ground, preparing himself for
what he was about to do, alerting all the other Colonels with Kidō. His sword
was held evenly before him, his feet at shoulder length, his mouth set in a
hard line.
OI, LISTEN UP! I’M GOING INTO MY RESSERECTION SOON HERE, SO I
STRONGLY ADVISE THAT EVERYONE EVACUATE THE BATTLEFIELD WHEN I DO, AT LEAST
BRIEFLY, OR YOU WILL HAVE TO TAKE SOME SLICING WINDS! I WILL WARN YOU ALL
PRIOR TO BEGINNING IT!
Colin
measured Stefans ETA as he approached, giving it 10 seconds as he decimated
another small group. As he arrived he heard him speak. His frown deepened, his
eyes lowering a bit.
"Setsudan...
Get back... He's mine!"
Colin's
eyes looked up as he brought his feather blade up, placing the hilt level with
his right shoulder, the blade pointed at Stefan's heart. The
challenge was impossible to mistake, and Colin spoke but 6 words.
"Stefan.
I'm removing you from here."
His
eyes hardened and glowed green as his left hand reached up to his face. As he
did so, he watched Stefan do the same, and heard his voice once again:
"...
Well, Colin. I wasn't quite expecting THIS. You are going to remove me? You may
be stronger than before, but I don't seriously believe..."
His
words trailed off as Colin's mask lowered onto his face. He watched Stefan
doing the same, and his hand holding his sword quivered, only once. It was half
anticipation, half frustration at Stefan being here. His and his hollows
reiatsu exploded out onto the field between them, and he disappeared, having
leapt forward. He had pressed down onto his right foot, building momentum, his
wings beating furiously. He brought the blade down onto Stefan, who had reacted
swiftly. Stefan brought up his three blades, one in his mouth, the other two in
his hands. Stefan met Colin's feather blade full on, pushing against Colin's
blade. Colin, now only six inches between himself and this man who he had known
for almost his entire time being in the vizard corps, was leaving nothing back.
Stefan felt himself being pushed into the soft sands of the wastes, a small
crater forming around the force of the clash as Stefan and Colin's reiatsu
burst out between the two of them.
Colin
smiled, and Stefan's eyes opened wide, expecting Colin's weight to shift. He
wasn't prepared as the feather blade extended, Colin's mask bending the stream
around onto Stefan's back. Stefan leapt back as he watched the feathers extend,
but still recieved a nick on his shoulder for his troubles. Stefan's weight was
distributed evenly, his feet flat and his swords to either side of his torso.
He watched Colin warily. Stefan hadn't expected so much power out of the
Co-head already. Stefan was a bit shocked to discover he was panting a bit from
the encounter.
Colin
persued, stepping forward and using a shunpo. He appeared to Stefan's side, his
feather blade fully extended. Stefan blocked it with his sword, wondering what
Colin was about to do. He performed another shunpo, going completely around
Stefan, wrapping him in the feathers. Stefan had extended both arms, his neck
bent to use the sword, keeping the slicing feathers off of him. Colin spun
around, his right foot extended, placing his energy within it. Stefan spun with
Colin's movement, and became lined up with the outstretched foot, 3 feet off
the ground. From Colin's foot fired a small cero, which hit Stefan dead-on.
Colin released the blade a second before impact, and Stefan had tried to block
the cero with a quck flick of his neck, moving the blade in his teeth. The cero
still mostly did contact, and blew back Stefan. Colin watched, seeing what
Stefan was about to do with his cybernetic eye.
Stefan
appeared from the smoke, his face covered in a mask but for his eyes, a cloak
all around him. He looked at Colin over the battlefield, having entered his
shikai. He brought all three swords down from his right side, crying out. As he
did so, from the swords emitted a large force of slicing air, moving directly
for Colin.
"First
Strike, Mealstrom!"
Colin
watched with his cybernetic eye as a very familiar attack sailed towards him. Stefan... You little... Copycat. Colin
swung his blade horizontally in front of him, not extending the feathers,
creating an airwave with the charged power of his hollow. It slammed into the
Mealstrom, and the two air attacks did battle. Meanwhile, Colin and Stefan both
performed a shunpo, meeting eachother to the right of the conflicting energy
attacks. Colin slashed down from above, Stefan blocking the slash with his
right hand and neck while his left hand cut at Colin's torso. Colin used
airdodge, moving away from the blade, getting a small cut on his right ribs as
a result. His own blade dropped like a pendulum once again, only being held by
two swords. Stefan used his high control of his muscles, attempting to dodge
the falling blade. It brushed against his right leg, ripping the skin apart.
Stefan leaped right back in, descending on Colin from above.
Colin
smiled, holding his sword in front of himself and Stefan, horizontal with his
own torso. As Stefan descended, he wondered why Colin made no other move to
dodge or defend. As Stefan impacted against Colin, he saw it. He saw the slight
blur on the edge of Colin's form as Stefan passed right through it. Stefan
moved his neck to behind his head, knocking away the line of feathers aimed at
the back of his neck. Colin was within Stefan's sight now, 5 feet off the
ground, his right arm moving to behind him, retracting his feather blade. Colin
licked a bit off sweat off his face, the desert quite hot from the sands and
Zin. Stefan turned to face his enemy, his sensitive eyes barely able to look up
at Colin. Stefan thought to himself: This is NOT a good place for
my Shikai... Can barely see... Too bright...
Colin
disappeared again, reappearing in front of Stefan, his center of gravity now
beneath Stefan. He cut upwards, feeling the resistance that was Stefan's blade
as he heard the loud explosion that signified the Mealstrom and Airwave had
cancelled one another.
Colin whirled back and around, striking repeatedly. Stefan
matched his blows, just barely keeping Colin off of his skin. Sweat was
beginning to form on the combatants necks as they duked it out. Stefan and
Colin slashed at one another, neither managing to penetrate skin, Colin’s
superior speed holding off the weighted power of Stefan’s blades. Eventually
Colin struck down very hard, being blocked by all three of Stefan’s swords in a
line. Colin pushed off, backing up a few feet. He reached into his left jean
pocket, bringing out a small black hilt with a button on it.
Stefan, for his part, realized there was nothing to be
gained by staying in this form. He could feel that Colin was holding back,
waiting for him to get serious. Ok then,
Colin… If you want a fight… YOU’VE GOT IT! Stefan held both of his swords
to his side, releasing the one in his mouth. It swung onto the ground,
completing a single rotation before it immersed itself up to the hilt in the
desert sands. His hair swept back as a black reiatsu began faintly emitting
from around him, his hair slowly turning to a deep lava color from their roots
up. His mask over his mouth dissipated, as well as the top part of his cloak
above his waist. He looked over at Colin the other side of the sands, his mouth
a tight line and his eyes focused.
Well, Colin, this is it. This is my Bankai, in
all its glory. Beware, for I will not be holding back. I expect the same of
you, of course. Now, Colin… Are you ready? Stefan picked up his sword
with his right hand, having thrown the other casually into the air above him.
He quickly scooped up his sword, sliding it out from the weak grip of the
sands. He pulled it into his outstretched mouth and caught the launched sword
with an equal amount of grace. He faced
Colin, waiting for his answer.
Colin pressed the button on the hilt on his left hand, his
feathers leaving his right and joining together again on his back. He looked
Stefan dead in the eye. He had watched as the transformation was performed.
From the hilt slid out a beam of plasma, hot to the touch and purple as
sapphire is blue. Colin flapped his wings, appearing in front of the
transformed Stefan, his blade moving much faster now due to the speed given to
him by his wings. Stefan’s eyes widened briefly as he blocked the attack,
unprepared for the amount of fury behind the attack. He put his nearly
indestructible Steel Sword out in front of his blades, knowing that the plasma
could most likely burn through his other swords. He was pushed back, having to
step back from the force and ferocity of the blow. As Stefan’s foot hit the
ground, he used it, channeling his reiatsu through the sands. His control of
Earth came into play, and shot up on Colin’s feet, throwing him unexpectedly
into the air. Stefan himself rose up to follow his enemy on a pillar of ground.
Colin had been caught unawares by the sudden throwing of the
ground, but quickly regrouped, spinning in Stefan’s direction with a flap of
his wings. He gave a small smile behind his mask, as Stefan had just
unwittingly given him an advantage. He had shifted the battle from the ground,
where Stefan had strength, into the air, which was most definitely Colin’s
domain. He crossed his arms at the approaching Stefan, launching off a Wind Blade,
putting a good amount of strength behind it. Stefan hadn’t been expecting that,
and leapt off his perch, unable to continue with it and losing his last
connection to the ground. It was ripped apart, cracked in a cross shape all the
way down it to the ground. Colin used a Shunpo, appearing beneath Stefan,
preventing his return to the ground. Stefan frowned, pulling out another sword
as he allowed his body to drop like a weight onto Colin. The blade fell from
his sheathe and his hand, and began floating next to him as he fell. It was Stefan’s Paragon Blade, able to attack
of its own accord. Colin had flipped back, blocking the falling Stefan’s swords
with his plasma knife. As he was pushed
back by Stefan’s weight, the Paragon
blade passed by his face, scratching his left cheek. His foot came up from
beneath Stefan, flipped upwards by the force pushed on Colin’s upper torso. It
hit Stefan in his chest on his left side, and he was forced back up into the
air, still cut off from the ground. He grunted from the pain behind his mask,
looking down at Colin. Colin licked the blood off of his right cheek, his eyes
never leaving Stefan.
Stefan knew that he needed to get back to the ground. Colin
was simply too fast at this point for him to dodge past, so he was going to
have to force the Eagleman back to his terms. Stefan held his swords together,
all facing to the left, an inch of space between the three aligned blades. From
behind him, the Paragon Blade was spinning behind him in a deadly circle
vertically. Stefan used a Shunpo of his own, appearing in front of Colin. He
forced all three swords across Colin’s torso. Colin threw up his left arm,
which was sporting the feathers of his Shikai, and knocked away the blades.
Stefan spun around from the block, attacking from the other side. This time,
when Colin blocked with his right, Stefan’s blades broke away from their
formation. They separated, going in three directions. The blade in his mouth,
the Steel Sword, remained pressed against Colin’s left arm. The blade in
Stefan’s right shot upwards, and the one in his left descended below. Colin
realized what had happened, and knew he couldn’t dodge them all. He bent back,
dodging the blade in Stefan’s right hand that was sailing towards his skull. As
Stefan’s left hand reached his leg, Colin spun around his left hand. There, in
his palm, was a cero that he had been charging.
Stefan’s eyes widened as the cero was fired from Colin’s
palm, directly at him. Stefan cursed, throwing his arms up to defend himself.
He was blown back through the air, falling to the ground. Colin began to give
chase, to stop his enemy from touching down, when he realized something. Is he… SMILING? Colin wondered to
himself. Suddenly, Colin realized that the Paragon Blade… wasn’t with Stefan! Colin began to spin aroun, realizing this too
late as he felt the blade begin to penetrate the skin of his right shoulder. He
winced and dodged away as fast as he could, preventing the wound from getting
too deep. He looked over to see that Stefan had indeed finally reached the
ground. Drat! I don’t know when I’ll get
another chance like that! What to do… Wait a minute now… Colin himself
began smirking a little as an attack plan formed in his head…
Stefan, on the ground, was panting. He was satisfied that
the blade had hit Colin as he had intended, if a bit disappointed it was not
more effective. However, it had served its purpose. Stefan was now on the
ground where he belonged. He looked up at Colin, wondering what he was trying
to do up there. As for himself, Stefan had begun inserting his reiatsu into the
ground all around him, preparing for Colin’s next strike.
They stood there for a while, staring each other down, Colin
demanding that Stefan meet him in the air and Stefan insisting they did battle
upon the ground. Evantually, Colin broke the stalemate. He whipped back his
right arm, the one holding his plasma knife, whipping the arm and releasing the
knife. The point sailed directly at Stefan’s head, its path straight and true.
Stefan’s eyes widened briefly as he moved the ground underneath him, pushing it
up to throw him out of the way of the knife. He knew it would simply go through
the ground if he tried to block with it, so he didn’t even bother, going to
dodge instead. Colin used a Shunpo, appearing behind Stefan, catching the knife
midair. What he did was he caught the knife between his long pointer finger and
thumb, and flicked his wrist a bit, rotating the knifes point to where Stefan
was. Then he released the knife, continuing its sailing at Stefan’s back.
Stefan pushed off the ground with his right hand, the knife
grazing him on his wounded side. He gave a small grunt of pain, pushing off the
ground again, righting himself to face Colin, who was coming at him with his
feet. Colin had leapt after the knives, beginning to rotate, calling upon the
strength of his hollow and using Shunpo to increase the rotation’s rapidity. He
landed on his hands in front of Stefan, and he rotated once before his right
foot shot out at his foe. Stefan blocked with his left hand, the blade making
flat contact with Colin’s boot. Colin kicked off of the blade, sliding Stefan
back on the loose desert sands. Colin pushed up off of the ground and made two
more kicks, to the left and right, putting a large amount of strength behind
each one. Stefan blocked them both again, but could feel the strain on the
swords from parrying Colin’s strong legs. Then, with a flap of his wings, a
foot off from touching the ground, Colin disappeared. In his place was a cloud
of feathers, going right into Stefan’s location. Stefan gave a cry, realizing
that Colin was behind him and what he was going to do.
Colin had his left hand on the ground, his spine bent
towards the sky, almost on his back. His left shin was only a few inches away
from his behind, the knee pointed up and the foot holding the rest of his body
off the ground. He pushed with the foot and hand, putting all the force and
momentum into his coiled up right foot, extending it out from its held in
state. It hit Stefan in the top of his back, as he had leaned back to avoid the
feathers. He was nailed, sent flying up into the air by the shear amount of
force behind Colin’s kick. Colin pushed again off of his hand and foot,
occupying the space that Stefan had been in less than a moment ago, his
feathers reforming into both wings again on his back. He flapped his wings,
sending him sailing after Stefan, who was still high up in the air. He formed
the feather blade in his hands, cutting upwards. The blade shot up, having
extended. It folded itself around Stefan, wrapping him up in it 4 times. Stefan
bit his teeth together as he felt the feathers begin to dig into his flesh, not
tight and not yet drawing blood, but it sure hurt like hell. Colin pulled it
tight, and Stefan braced himself, the feathers digging deeper. Colin swung the
blade with both hands, moving Stefan around in a circle, then released him in
the direction of the ground. Stefan flew, no longer restrained by the feathers,
barely able to see through the pain from the feather’s hold. He was bleeding
quite freely from dozens of small cuts all over his person as he slammed into
the desert sands, creating a small crater from the impact 7 feet in radius.
Colin was breathing a bit heavily, his shoulders sagging, taking in the power
of each and every breath. He knew how to stop wasting time and use his
breathing to its maximum advantage.
Stefan coughed up a mouthful of blood, getting to his feet.
He looked down, seeing all the blood of his own that had been spilt from him,
and sighed. I really hoped I wouldn’t
have to use this on him… But it seems that his drive has changed quite a bit. I
wasn’t expecting him to have improved this much. Hmm… Looks like I really do
have to do it… Stefan righted himself, looking right at Colin, his chest
heaving from his gathered breath. He looked around, seeing none of what he
would need. Crap… Looks like I’ll have to
do 1 more thing in this state… Stefan punched the ground, as if in anger.
Instead, he put some of the last energy from his Bankai within it, pulsing it
into the ground. The sands began to shift and warp, under the manipulation of
Stefan’s control. He manipulated it,
gathering a large amount of earth above his head. Then he expanded it outwards
and around himself, making a concave field behind him, like a giant spoon
coming up out of the ground to scoop him up. It cast a huge shadow against the
sun, giving Stefan a small amount of relief. He held his right hand out,
dropping his other two swords out of his left hand and his mouth.
The sword in his right hand began to change, expanding and
elongating. It became a broadsword, black in color. His body became enveloped
by an extremely black cloak, hiding his eyes behind the shadow it cast. He held
his sword at his side in his grip at his side, equal to his other arm. He
looked down the field at Colin, and raised his right arm, the blade pointing
towards the heavens. Then he threw the sword down, creating… nothing. Or so it
seemed. An instant later, a black wave emerged from the shadow cast by the
dome, and it flew directly at Colin. Colin, suddenly alert, threw his wings
around himself, creating a small shield around his body as the shadow-substance
made contact. He was knocked back, his wings becoming covered in a strange
black yuck. He released them into his blade, sending it into hover mode,
panting a little bit. He hadn’t been expecting this. Nor was he expecting what
Stefan did next.
Stefan pointed his hands out, and the strange black energy
began to pour out from his palms. As it reached past the sand spoon, it looked
like it was an extension of that shadow, until it became freakishly huge as it
surrounded Colin. Colin looked down, cursing, jumping into the air. His right
foot was still caught by it, and it spread around his body. He gave a muffled
cry, preparing himself, enhancing his defenses. He began to cough, and was
unable to see, his world surrounded by darkness. So… This is Stefan’s resserection, eh? Can’t say I wasn’t expecting it,
but jeez… ridiculous. Well… I think I can about guess what’s going to happen
next… Kinda hard to forget how destructive he is. All Colin could do at the
moment was wait, and hope that he could remain conscious.
Stefan pointed his hands directly at the enveloped Colin,
their battlefield filled with the fog of darkness. He smiled, prepared to end
this bout and put the Co-head out of commission.
Colin. You are a fool. Quite simply, a fool.
You knew you couldn’t hope to challenge me. Now, I do hope that you live from
this attack, but there isn’t much I can do about it if you don’t. Ah yes… One
other thing. SHADOW. RELEASE!”
From Stefan’s hands shot out a purple-like energy. When it
connected with the mist past the shadow of the spoon, it reacted with the mist
in the air. The mist began flashing, as well as the cocoon around Colin. He
struggled a bit, readying himself. He gritted his teeth, holding himself
together. It flashed all around him, and he could see it beyond his eyelids.
Stefan pointed his hands out once more, and snapped his fingers.
The air beyond the spoon exploded violently. It left a good
size crater where it had been, and Colin could not be seen. Stefan had a hunch
where his enemy was, and looked to the sky. Sure enough, there was Colin, his
shirt completely incinerated, his pants and boots badly singed, as well as most
of his body. Stefan pointed his blade out at Colin, gathering energy. He could
see the wounded Colin down the sight of his hand, glad he wasn’t dead but
frustrated he was still conscious. When it was ready, he fired a Shadow Ooze,
having it race towards his enemy, blazing and merciless…
Colin was breathing extremely hard in his post up in the
air. His right eye was shut completely and he could barely see. He gulped in a
breath of air and gave a deep laugh, reverberating over the crater and the
desert sands. His wings had returned to his back, tattered from the explosion. Well… He does leave me so little choice…
Then I suppose it is time. As Stefan pointed his sword at him, Colin
activated the Kidō once again, alerting Setsudan, Amane, Ravana, and Zin, along
with anyone else aligned with the Vizard Corps.
OK. ITS TIME. PREPARE
YOURSELVES! I’M GOING INTO MY RESSERECTION!
Colin placed his right hand over his mask as the Ooze
approached him, and began conversing with his hollow.
Well.
Looks like you get to have some fun after all. Ready to release?
You bet.
And as for the reason… Well, that would be for using those mutants as a
wrecking ball. Hilarious.
Colin moved his hand off of his mask, the Ooze approaching
the sky. It had been moving along the sands, leaving a layer of glass on
whatever it touched. It leaped up into the sky to attack Colin. From out of
Colin’s mask shot a blue field. It extended around his body, covering it
completely. Then Colin screamed at his full lungs power.
The Ooze connected with the field. It found no entry, unable
to attack its target. It was burning the field, but it had no effect. Then,
Colin’s slicing reiatsu exploded. It dispersed the ooze, and would most likely
have been able to reformed if not for Stefan’s reaction. Stefan threw up his
arms as the reiatsu hit him, his resserection defending him from most of the
damage. It still destroyed the black fabric on his arms, and left deep
scratches that would scar. Several mutants that had been on the outskirts of
the battlefield were annihilated, their chopped up corpses flying out into the
mass of mutants. The mutants lost many of their numbers, and the cries of pain
could be heard reverberating all over the battlefield. The crater on the ground
expanded, and the spoon was destroyed, sent back into the desert sands.
The field shrunk back into his orb, and then back onto his
body. His skin became similar to a hollow’s mask, tight and unbleeding when
cut. On his back were wings, made of sapphire-colored feathers. On his body was
a cloak of 550 feathers, taking up the place of his shirt. A hood also formed
on the back of his neck, and in his left hand was his original Feather Blade,
forced back into its normal state. Colin looked down from the sky to where the
pushed back Stefan was from behind his mask, his gaze fairly cold. He could
feel the hollows power all around him, not smothering him, but more in the
world then it had ever been before. The mask opened its beak and gave an
extremely strange laugh, the kind made by a sadist torturing his victims in an
underground chamber. Colin himself hadn’t been expecting this, but he really
didn’t care. All he cared about was removing Stefan from the battlefield and to
finish this, and have his bout with Zin.
Colin pointed his right hand at Stefan, and gave a flap of
his wings, keeping himself suspended in the air. The cloak raced down from his
body and onto his hand, creating a shivering and squirming mass of blue
feather. From the hand the feathers
extended, similar to the feather blade. Colin dropped his feather blade,
leaving it to hover and parry a bit if need be. The feathers formed a sharp
line 10 feet long in front of Colin’s hand, and stayed there, suspended. Then,
Colin disappeared with a flap of his wings.
Colin had just used a Shunpo with
his wings, going over 400 mph past Stefan. He appeared a few feet past his foe,
his face looking at the ground, the hand with the 10-foot long line extended
horizontally. Stefan looked down at his sword, which he had just felt a prick
off of. Like a butterfly had landed on it for just an instant and taken flight
again. Then he looked down, and realized that he was flying off the ground
backwards. His eyes opened very
Wide, and he threw down both feet,
stopping himself. I… I COULDN'T EVEN SEE HIM! How fast is he moving????
Wait… My eye caught a shadow… a very small one. Well, this is going to be
annoying. Hmm… Colin appeared in front of him again, and Stefan threw up
his sword, his feet planted. Colin had his feather mass in a different shape.
It was in the shape of a claw, the kind that you would see at the arcade that
picks up your stuffed animal and usually fails. However, this one wouldn't
fail. Colin grabbed Stefan's sword, and Stefan held fast against him,
preventing him from pulling away his blade. Stefan fired another Shade Blade
out of his sword, growing it and sending the energy at Colin. Colin released
the blade, disappearing once again. He appeared behind Stefan this time.
Stefan whirled around, seeing him. Colin aimed right for Stefan’s face,
punching as hard as he could. And then, a few inches a way, he seemed to simply
stop and leap back.
Stefan
looked puzzled at this turn of events, but only briefly. He soon felt the
sensation of a very strong and fast object hitting him in his chin. His jaw was
knocked up, making him bite his tongue. He winced as he flew back, stopping
himself with his left hand, his right hand holding up his blade, ready for
Colin. How the devil…? It looks like some
kind of afterimage… except that… is it? What do I do? Wait… Stefan smiled
as he realized what he could do. He vanished using a Shunpo of his own. Colin’s
eyes widened with confusion as he watched as if in slow motion Stefan ran behind him. Stefan appeared again,
placing his right hand on the ground. Where it lay was on the head of Colin’s
shadow. Colin raised an eyebrow behind his mask as the shadow began wobbling.
Then, suddenly, Stefan leapt backwards. Colin’s eyes shot open as he felt
something grab his foot. He looked down to see his own shadow grasping him.
Colin was stunned by the turn of events, but only briefly. He waved his right
arm, and his feathers dispersed from his hand all around him.
Slowly,
the shadow was making its way up Colin’s body. It was up to his knee as his
feathers finally finished obtaining their shape. Standing where the cloud of
feathers had been was another Colin, looking as he had when he had first
arrived at the wasteland. The shadow reached up past his waist, reaching for
his neck, and Colin knew he had to act quickly. Stefan was watching the whole
thing, still manipulating the shadow. Colin looked over to his feather clone,
who nodded. The shadow was past his chest now, almost to its target, holding
Colin down. Colin manipulated the feathers on his hood, sending a tendril of
them out at the clone. It penetrated the clones body, and a realistic look of
pain went across its face. Then, as the shadow reached to place its hand on
Colin’s neck… nothing happened.
The
shadow, sensing triumph, threw its hand down, wringing Colin out. However,
Colin did not move. Or blink. Or fidget. Stefan looked at this development
curiously until he heard a voice from behind him.
”Slicing…
Scatter Shot!”
From
behind Stefan could see a large amount of reiatsu leaving its owner. He looked
around again, jumping forward, seeing that the feather clone was gone. As was
the Colin held by his shadow, which was looking extremely confused, since
orders had stopped being relayed to it. From behind Stefan fired a large amount
of bala, most of which he was able to dodge around. The few that hit all did it
in the same place, making the small spot of his back hurt like hell. He
eventually whirled around, facing the one who had thrown the attack at him. He
was panting, and ventured a guess.
“Really, Colin? I thought you hated teleportation.”
”
Don’t worry, Stefan. That’ll be the only time I have to use it. It’s called
FEATHERportation, by the way. And you didn’t leave me with many options.”
“Fair enough. However, I wasn’t expecting you to have a resserection. Looks
like that crazy hollow of yours decided to shape up, huh?”
“Nah. I just can overpower him. Or use his natural affinity. Apparently, the
reason he allowed my use of it this time was due to a little thing I did with
the mutants. Reminded him of a wrecking ball, it seems.”
“Well. Seems we just can’t stop here, can we? You better be ready… because now
I’m not going to hold back.”
“You were holding back? I couldn’t tell. I was a bit busy EXPLODING!”
As
he said this, their dialogue was finished. Colin vanished once more, his foot
appearing next to Stefan’s skull. Stefan raised a hand, the black Ooze trying
to come out of him onto Colin’s foot. Colin clicked his tongue, disappearing
again. He reappeared behind Stefan, his foot pointed up, his center of gravity below it.
Wing Style….
What? Stefan
thought, hearing the voice behind him. He spun around, blocking Colin’s foot
with both hands. He wasn’t expecting feather tendrils to shoot up all around
him. He allowed himself to be pushed back by the kick, only being cut up a bit.
He spun as he hit the ground, ending in a state that allowed him to see Colin.
He pushed his right hand out, and threw down his left pointer finger onto his
right palm. As he did so, he vanished, the only indicator of his presence his shadow
on the ground. He knew it wouldn’t fool Colin, but it increased his speed. I am NOT done yet!
Stefan
appeared in front of Colin, and a battle of madness ensued. Stefan was barely
able to keep up with Colin’s movements, but he blocked his attacks. He gained
dozens of small cuts from all the feather tendrils that were randomly firing
up. Colin, on the other hand, dodged around the sword, and parried the
hand-to-hand attacks. After about a minute of this intense fighting, Stefan
finally was able to strike down onto Colin’s flank. He smiled, glad that he had
finally hit his enemy. However… something was wrong. Colin came right at Stefan
again, throwing his left arm back, his reiatsu forming on the hood of his
cloak.
He
flapped his wings as he pushed forward, hitting Stefan squarely in the stomach.
Colin’s eyes were shut, his teeth clenched, attempting to ignore the pain in
his side. Stefan coughed up blood as he felt himself launched back. As he flew,
he realized. He… his skin doesn’t bleed
in his Resserection… it’s like a rock… Colin reappeared ten feet behind the
flying Stefan, and snapped his fingers in his right hand. Behind Colin’s head,
the feathers of his hood dispersed, forming spears behind him. There were 30 of
them, all lined up horizontally behind him. Colin threw open his eyes, slamming
his feet off the ground. He appeared above Stefan, the spears slamming down in
a circle around them, not even 5 inches of space between the flaming poles.
Colin slammed down with both hands on Stefan, who blocked the tendril hand with
his sword. He was thrown to the ground, and got up, still nothing but a shadow.
Stefan pushed both arms once again, loosing even more shadow. It completely
filled the ring with shadow, and Colin’s vision was obscured. Both Vizards
abandoned the pretense of defense, in a silent agreement that this battle would
end here.
Colin
swung his body, his feet connecting with Stefan’s side. Stefan grimaced and
grabbed the legs with both hands, picking him up and slamming him to the
ground. Colin put his feathers around Stefan as he did so, wrapping his torso
in the things. As he hit the ground, the feathers were pulled taught, and
Stefan gasped with pain. He put his full strength in, pushing on the feathers.
Their connection was broken, and they went back to Colin. Colin flapped his
wings, moving back a bit. He threw out his right hand, sending out the
feathers. They burst forth, a wave of them, all aimed at Stefan. Stefan’s eyes
opened wide and he began a deadly dance, dodging around the field of feather.
He gained several cuts as they passed, his clothes looking more like a murder
scene than public wear. If you could see them, that is. After it passed, Stefan
realized that they couldn’t make it back to Colin instantly. He realized this
was his chance, and vanished.
He
used his own Shunpo, appearing in front of Colin. His palm shot up, hitting the
Vizard Corps Co-Head squarely in the jaw. Colin was thrown up into the air, his
body completely straightened by the shock. His feathers returned to his hand as
Stefan pushed his hands out one more time, his vision fairly blurry from the
blood loss. He sent the explosive shock through the cloud surrounding Colin,
and it exploded. He watched as the Co-head flew down to the ground, smoking. What a was- He was stopped mid-thought
as Colin appeared in front of him, the feathers formed into the shape of his
zanpakto. Stefan looked back over at the burnt Colin… seeing nothing. AN AFTERIMAGE! HOW COULD I FORGET HIS
SPECIALTY!!!
Colin,
a deep set frown on his face, thrust the sword forward. It split as it was
pressed,going different directions all away from Colin. They pierced Stefan,
hitting his arms, legs, sides, shoulders, knees, stomach, chest. All these
little cuts began to bleed, and Stefan looked down onto Colin as the spears
disappeared, going back into Colin’s hood. Stefan’s couldn’t see him any more,
only a faint outline of his opponent. He saw the feathers go back into Colin’s
hands, and dispersed back into his cloak. Colin stood up straight as Stefan
fell down onto his knees, coughing up more blood. Stefan looked up to Colin,
seeing the outline of Colin’s face.
Well… It seems… You have won… At last, you have defeated me… Only one thing I have
left to say to you… He looked at Colin, falling down onto the ground,
his breathing jagged. You seem to have found a good reason to
fight at last.
Colin
put his right hand onto Stefan’s back, feeling the breathing fading. He
performed a hoho of his max speed, appearing far away from the battlefield. You… once did this for me, long ago. So, I
must help you as well! He used Kidō, muddling Stefan’s consciousness, and
then began the Kidō to heal his wounds. He put in quite a bit of his energy,
healing most of the minor wounds quickly. After making sure he would live, he
fell back, panting. Then he realized that he would still need to fight, hearing
the noises of battle, even this far out. Nothing
to help it then…. He vanished, reappearing in the sky above the
battlefield, sending a message to absolutely EVERYONE, friend or foe.
LISTEN UP! STEFAN
SOAN OF THE MONSUTA HAS BEEN DETAINED! PREPARE YOURSELVES…
He
gathered a large amount of reiatsu into his right hand, and pointed it down at
one of the several groups of mutants left. There weren’t nearly as many as
before, and he released the energy, sending down a Kidō of blue fire. It hit
the group, and they began running, screaming.
BECAUSE PLAY TIME
IS OVER.
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
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Re: Stefan Junk
Wed Nov 14, 2012 10:02 am
I deem this perfectly capable to be in JJ's hands! And hiyah!
Smacked into approved, you, you person!
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