Bleach Platinum Hearts RP [Active Since June 3rd, 2010]
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A voice whispered, a woman's voice, no less, as a being appeared out of the desert sands, holding a blade on each side of her body, their sheaths touching onto the ground. Her eyes, which seemed to never blink, were staring straight ahead, her eyes never blinking, never so much as moving, her permanently orange and yellowish pupils perpetually staring straight ahead. Her body was wearing a kind of armor, an armor that was unlike any other that a person could imagine, which covered all over her body, very tight for the armor of a woman.
It did not cover her entire body, instead covering her up until the neck. She had several pieces of the armor, on her shoulders, on her legs, on her knees, her arms, and her waist, all were where she kept her armor, which truth be told were the only things which limited the being's power. She was a demon, one of the Banshees, one of the strongest of the banshees in fact, and would always be remembered for one other thing as well; that she was a sword. While she appeared to be purely human, she was instead a blade which had come to consciousness, which is what lead to her standing here. She was a well known warrior, an honest to god warrior who fought her opponents with honor and performed as the code of conduct between opponents dictated, a person who acted to others as both a mother and a father.
This woman, this absolutely amazing woman, was pacing her way throughout the deserts known as the wastelands, still staring straight ahead, completely ignoring the dust that was getting all over the inside of her eyes. "Come." He said simply, seeing the male in the distance, as she raised one hand on a blade, and began to pull it out, as a large katana, easily six feet long and curved at the end of it almost like a scythe, was pulled out, standing up straight as Katana kept her eyes ahead, not one much for words as she continued to watch, having sensed the fellows energy long before hand, now merely waiting for him to come at her with all that he had, prepared to clash their souls against one another in a massive conflict, and prove which of the two had the greater skill and cunning, in addition to improving themselves, as that was the way that Katana was. In the heats of battle, much like a sword, she improved, like a sword became sharper.
The waste lands, such devastated areas of the world that had all been merged together for the sake of unity. The endless sands covered the terrain as every grain shuffled from one end of the waste lands to the other, it was rather magnificent from one angle yet pitiful from another which made Zeda consider the damage cause by the fighting that regularly took place in areas such as this. His feet were encased in sand, around a foot under the ground; he was stood there for quite a while simply reviewing the while forgetting the real reason behind his sudden appearance in this location. His attire was rather crisp, clean, yet slightly messy. His deep brown eyes stared at the one crimson hair which had lain in sight of his left eye; his attire consisted of a shirt that had a large ape, maybe even a gorilla looking creature on the base of it which allowed his toned body to create an outline in the attire. Below, he wore some shorts as the heat radiated from the striking sun at almost 83 Fahrenheit; the shorts were blue in colour as so was the shirt, which contrasted with his sinister crimson hair and made him stand out from all the orange color in the viscinity.
Afar he caught a glimpse of a girl, he couldn’t determine her height from the distance but she looked near enough same height as Zeda which was rather fascinating. Two blades in hand, both of which left a linear trail behind her as she promptly approached. The prompted Zeda to approach in a manner that almost prompted a fight; he wasn’t about to decline the girls invitation, especially in an area like this where not a single individual would get injured by their antics. Her spiritual pressure showed some strength while Zeda extended his arm to his allowing a little spark to escape his finger which created the small gate through to his Zanpakutō shelve where he picked out the small, pristine cut blade enveloped in a liquid sheath. He was ready! Zeda nodded at the girl who would simply see a Zanpakutō appear in Zedas hand, nothing more or less! Then forward without hesitation his exquisite mind shot into action.
His feet were roughly two feet into the ground while the distance between himself and the women was around 15 meters which would be covered in a matter of seconds, however the depth of the sand also meant that it hadn’t rained in a while as the grains of sand are able to move around the base of his feet with ease which intrigued him but also meant that he would lose speed as his feet would descend into the sand with every step he took. However, with that at hand, he decided to hop up just a touch straight after withdrawing the Zanpakutō from the designated area and allowing the Kidō to disperse. The hop allowed him to stay at his current level of height which meant that the sand wouldn’t be a down factor that would affect his speed, even though it wouldn’t affect it a great deal!
He moved his right hand further down the hilt of his Zanpakutō as his left hand accompanied it as the liquid sheath vanished, and then in a spark of electricity he had vanished. In an instant he would re-appear in front of the female while taking a powerful swing in an upward arc, the sharp edge of the blade would ascend from the womens abdomen to her vocal box in the hopes of piecing a 7cm would straight through the center of her body. The attack was augmented by the placement of his feet as he allowed his speed from the flash step to create enough momentum while he took a full swing in an upward motion; in that instant the power and strength from both of his arms was applied onto the blade to increase the damage dealt from a single swing. It would be rather tough for the women to dodge, especially consider Zedas impressive speed; however if she was to somehow dodge, Zedas abdomen would be open to a counter attack, their fore if the women was to somehow dodge the attack Zeda had planned to simply flash step from the current location back to his previous standing ground.
"… " Katana's mouth had closed, her eyes replaced by dim focus as she watched the male charge towards her. Her body was ready, doubtlessly, as she saw his body arcing into a lightning shape, but her eyes followed the bolt of lightning exactly, her eyes precision supernatural as her sword reappeared at the base of her body, held over his as it attempted to slash upwards, stopping his own. Demonic power flowed from the blade, stopping its passage in addition to the flexing of Katana's own muscles as the centuries-old woman stared him in the eyes, a gaze that would make weaker men run in sheer and utter terror of the huntress behind that look, running for their lives.
However, she was not idle as the blade began to be lowered again, merely standing there as the blade descended onto the top of her head. "Wide open. Unfortunate." She said simply, as suddenly her right hand slammed into his stomach as the blade descended onto her head, her head moving slightly to the side as the rest of her boy moved to the side in a fluid motion, a lock of her hair being chopped off and a bit of black blood spurting out and coating his blade as her hand was still pressed against his stomach, the blood shooting from the air onto her hand.
"Boru Shi." Her voice stated simply, the act made during his attacking, as suddenly a bond was formed between her hand and his body, making it so that he could not move himself from directly in front of her as without warning a massive burst of energy shot from her hand, more with force than precision as he would most likely be blown head-over-heels, sent flying several feet away from her into the sands, her body standing there still as she stared at him. "What good is such power if you leave yourself wide open while doing so?" She asked him simply, the wound on her head proving to have been only a scratch. "I'm afraid I must confess; I'm bad at sealing my power. You will have to try harder to damage me properly." She explained, as her blade repositioned itself, pointing directly at his throat.
"However, that does not mean that I will show mercy." She told him as suddenly her own body vanished, the sands that were pouring around them casting shadows all over the field as she performed the Demon's Flash Step, the Shadow Step, which gained more power the darker the area was. However, Katana was merely using it to close the distance as she reappeared in front of the man, who had likely gotten up by this point, her own body reappearing as her short hair was blown about in the wind, her body spinning around as the curved blade she held came at the male from the front, the curved part of it slashing at him if his body was moving away from the blade and the rest of the blade attempting to cut right through him as her body spun around, throwing her head back and bringing a leg up as she stopped exactly at that spot, her foot not quite touching the ground.
As a result, her body's spinning caused the dust beneath her feet to rise, her inability to close her eyes not affecting her in the slightest as she rapidly formed the dust tornado, her figure becoming merely a shadow within it as she walked out of it, standing before the male. "Come. You can do so much more than you imagine with each basic action; think further, and you will grow exponentially." She explained, her blade coming raised to halfway up on her body, waiting for his assault once again, trying her best to remain focused as she stared at him, and succeeding as she awaited his next assault, hoping he didn't follow her advice. That meant that she would get...it… she thought, her tongue licking her lips a single time before darting back in her mouth. Get to…
Zeda let out a grunt at a punch slammed straight into his stomach. Blood, acid, carrots and more began making its way through his trachea and back out of his mouth. It was strange, but he hadn’t fought at such close quarters in a while thus his core was weaker than usual and rather idiotically he wasn’t tensing his abdomen which made the much that touch more painful. The eyes of the red head had widened as the punch made impact with his abdomen while the girl evaded the blade with precise precision. Zeda was used to fighting but it seemed on this rather odd day neither his attire nor body was in the mood for combat which made him look rather stupid really as he began a fight that may potentially end in a matter of moments.
Over his time training with Shadin and Yoruichi he had picked up a few skills, also while serving as the Captain of the 9th Division he picked up a few skills that distinguished him from the rest of the Captains. He also picked up a few other tricks alone the way that he had long awaited to test. You see, in the past he never found anyone worthy enough to witness neither his Shikai nor Bankai therefore no one aside from Zin or maybe even Shadin knew of its appearance or strength. It was almost asif Zeda found himself here by fate, the very same fate that would determine the outcome of this fight, the fate that gave him the chance to unveil his release and claim rule over his opponents.
Suddenly on instinct, his abdomen tensed as a burst of energy shot straight through his core and sent him tumbling into the sand behind. His body relaxed the moment he determined that he could move once more; his eyes remained pinned on his opponent as he performed two back flips on his trajectory prior to landing on his feet and with left leg forward and right leg back. His body kept moving back as he landed while he attempted to regain his composure and whisper the incantation to an old yet classic Bakudo. But upon performing the Bakudo he hopped up a level so that his feet didn’t leave an embedment within the sand.
His eyes watched as the opponent moved at impressive speeds, she used the very same power that his Uncle had possessed the art of Shadow Movement. Zeda was always intrigued by that technique as he could never determine how they travelled through the shadows, it baffled him but it wasn’t something he concerned himself in this specific fight. He predicted the girls arrival give or take a few seconds but the incantation that he had whispered was the following, “Bind them within the holy symbol!” this technique wouldn’t be familiar to the demons but as the incantation concluded he raised his palm and aimed it forward in order to bestow a gift upon his opponent on the instant of her arrival.
As the girl resurfaced a bright flash of blue reiatsu formed before Zeda in the shape of a cross, the distance between the duo was rather short so the bright light would momentarily blind the girl while a blue cross of reiatsu would shoot forth toward the girl. The cross would slam straight into the girls chest, almost like her punch slammed into Zedas; the cross upon connecting would begin to bind the girl to a cross upon which she would crucified with no remorse.
It was a rather painful technique and would infuriate his opponent and maybe even catch her off guard and bring this fight to an end? Nevertheless, Zeda took a precaution and as the cross swooped forward he performed another technique. This one however required no incantation and reiatsu instantly poured out to a centimetre surrounding Zedas body where it formed an invisible layer and began to refract the light away from his body in effect hiding him from his opponent until the status of the crucifixion was definite. This technique was Kyokko which most shinigami were familiar with, however to his opponent Zeda would have completely vanished thus for the not so intelligent people it would be hard to determine his location as both his apparel and spiritual pressure would be hidden completely.
With Zedas complete existence hidden and the attack of the Bakudo, what was to happen? Would his opponent be crucified or would she find a way to evade it and find Zeda before he attempted to do anything else…. All of the questions were soon to be answered.
"…" The woman was totally silent as she watched the bile move through the male's body from his blow, her eyes not blinking in the slightest, remaining fully wide open. "If you don’t take it seriously, you'll die, Shinigami… Sliiiice~" The demon told him plainly, not caring what he knew about her mental state or her thoughts, not in the least. It was at once a warning, a statement of intent, and a message that he needed to get his act together if he wished to not be annihilated by her.
"You truly seek Kido against me? Mine ears who can hear to the ends of the earth, the sheer power of a Banshee coursing through my veins." She stated at the man that was in front of her, the sword in her right arm becoming covered in some kind of black flame as she moved it forwards through the cross, the energy dissipating as it flew past her and beyond, her eyes looking at him the sae way as before, the cloak she wore blowing in the wake of his attack, the gray fabric whirling about as she looked directly at the male before herself.
"There's no chance." She uttered, bringing up the hand that had slammed into the male; it had been enough to draw blood and shred his clothing. After all, the entirety of her body was a blade. The Kido which had been slashed was consumed with black fire, nullified and unable to affect Katana in the least way possible as she licked at the blood on her hand, looking at him as he disappeared. "How does a man avoid being scented by predators, weak one?" She asked the man, looking into space directly in front of her, the wind around her blowing as the energy around her body began to dissipate, before her body leaned forwards gently… and vanished.
Just like that, where Zeda was standing, the ground suddenly cracked. Massive slashes appeared in the ground around where Zeda was, a pressure most likely preventing him from moving as raw force pressed down on him. Above him and diving was Katana, her blades slashing like a storm as the amount of force crushed the ground, most likely causing the male to buckle under its assault, not to mention the damage that it would deal with the power of the slashes to deal such damage. Her eyes did not waver as she continued to descend, her arms moving at speeds unbelievable as tens upon tens of slashes descended upon the body of the male, before her own body slammed into the ground.
As she landed, a massive cloud of dust appeared, both of her blades moving in a cascade as she performed a slash that could leave cracks in mountains down at the male's chest, possibly revealing why it was that she knew exactly where he was. "Hide your appearance, hide your pressure… But you cannot hide the smell. Man stands downwind from his predators, preventing them from hunting him with his intelligence." The woman uttered, her eyes visible from the smoke of the crater as she looked directly at the male, most likely instilling a sense of fear or intimidation within him. Her words, her gaze, her blades; all of them would cut at him like a sword. She wielded an oppressive force, and needless to say that she wielded it well. After all, she was a Blade, in mind, heart, body, and soul.
"Finally… the binding of enemies… is the supremest form of cowardice. A man defeats his enemy with power or wit; to render them unable to combat back is the absolute pinnacle of worthlessness to a warrior." She let out, holding up a blade as a massive torrent of black energy flowed and swam about it, causing a complete appearance of destruction held above her head, her eyes turning red as black flames poured out around her eye sockets, giving for just a moment a glimpse of the demon that was deep within her, before the blade struck down. Her pure power of will would likely show to the male why she would not be stopped; there was very little that could be done to stop the attack that she was preparing, as for this purpose she would allow even death to become a likely outcome, should she have to face it. No matter what the case, this attack would fire, one way or the other, and even if it did not it would explode, consuming an absolutely massive radius around Katana and destroying the entirety of it other than herself.
Most likely, however, it would fire, and the massive torrent of raw flame would be able to be felt by the male as the black fire, demonic fire, fire that was not like any other in all the planes, roared forwards, destroying and decimating the land around it as it spread in an absolutely massive wave, surging and calling for the blood of Zeda as it encompassed an amount of distance that it was highly unlikely that the male at this level could merely flash step away from; after all, the measure of flash step was distance… And in this case, the male was under a pressure so large that to deal with it would be to either take it or else run away in the opposite direction. While there may be other options for the male, these were the two largest ones, and Katana was curious exactly which one the male would decide, because at this point…
She saw no reason to not take his life from him, worthless as it was to her current perception.