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|Subject Post 11Subject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands Mon Nov 16, 2015 1:48 pm|| |
Artist:Sixto Sounds - Song:The Path to Glory ~GGRY Edition~ - Word Count:2350 --
Dellapero felt the new source of energy flowing through him with each passing second. The very nature of his spiritual pressure took on a feeling of purity. The traces of green aura lightened up to a much brighter shade, dying down to only a small current of power around him. He was at the best point he normally reached in battle, only going further in the most life-threatening of circumstnces. Though given the power Starrk displayed this far,it could very well happen. The twenty tons of pressure continued to crush the man's body, restricting him a great deal, but no longer to the point of lacking a proper defense. He pondered whether to undo the restraints now, or give it some time to judge how h contended in this ascended state of being. Wisps of white fire fell from the twin bastard swords, the holy flames dissipating in the hollow wind.
"Sorry to say you're only going to get more tired really quickly. Doubt much else will be going on once we're finished,..Well, unless the fight draws someone's attention, which it probably will! " He wasn't one to worry about his powers being known, as regardless his style remained mostly the same. Though it may not have seemed like it, the phrase was designed to hint toward the unorthodox cutting edge of the blades in his grasp. Though much to Starrk's dismay,. the Human combatant actually found the secondary Arrancar's outbursts comical, laughing a bit to himself at her claims. While an insult to most, he had a fairly different view on stupidity,. at least regarding his own.
"That I did! That sort of happens a lot though. The important thing is it didn't. As for the arm? It will fix itself, so big deal. Just need to shake off some pain for a bit.
" He smiled when making his unknowingly last retort to Lilynette. "I've been called stupid pretty often. To be honest, I consider it one of my best strengths.
" He took a step forward, preparing himself to move in the inevitable progression of the battle. His brow raised at the former Espada's comment. Two split from one? How did that work? Was that their ability or some kind of twisted experiment by the local mad scientist. He wondered what that would be like. Would they share the same consciousness, or take on half the personality of the whole and amplify each piece to a character all their own.
These curious thoughts were cut off by the phrase of release. A surge of power washed over the sky, a new, even more potent crushing pressure consuming the area and Grance. A cold sweat rolled down the side of his face from the new energy being unleashed from the fusion. It wasn't that he feared it despite the fact he should, but that his body naturally reacted negatively to the extremely dense power now effecting it. He took in a deep breath as the first wave of energy began to pass, the cloak of smoke dispersing and revealing the true form of his opponent. He hadn't fought many Arrancar despite how long he had lived, but one thing that was apparent from his past experiences was the vast difference in power in their release. It was comparable to a bankai from most Shinigami, taking their kind to new heights not easily contended with. For someone as strong as Starrk? The battle would definitely prove one of Dellapero's toughest fights in a long time. He jumped back, just to get more distance right off the bat to avoid any other close-range encounters with death before he was ready.
That dense energy and the power soon to follow, it made his decision clear. He couldn't afford to remain restrained against this kind of adversary. Dellapero focused, the seal on his attire reacting with his thoughts. Another form of energy began to pour out of the man as a result, This power didn't originate from him at all, instead having a very strong sealing property with a signature more like that of a Shinigami's. His clothing looked like it was expanding outward as the power was beginning to be torn from it. The Human spoke to himself, giving the final signal to break the seal. "Kai!
" The green spiritual current intensified in an instant, energy flooding out of his sleeves. Thousands upon thousands of tons worth of pressure were alleviated from his body, no longer holding him back and giving him the full physical might he had adapted to attain.
The current ebbed, his attire sinkiing back down. Though an even stronger spiritual pressure was now pushing down on him, the weight on his shoulder was never any lighter. It always seemed off at first when removing all that pressure, his body feeling practically weightless.It filled him with confidence and determination to turn the tides of battle. He looked forward, just thinking what of kind of tricks this new form of the Primera had to offer.His grip tightened on the twin blades in his hands, sparks of white energy manifesting from the pressure of his hands. With the gun pointed at him, the Human was prepared to move, pushing away any distractions and putting his mind to the thought of the attack, Any worries left to be had were abolished, the only task left to go hard and win.
Dellapero nearly tripped over himself when seeing the only thing launched from the gun being an odd rip in the space in front of it. What was that about? He blinked, confused for a second. What was that supposed to do? It had to have some purpose, but what? There was only one way to find out. He'd just need to be extra cautious when getting close. It was best he tak advantage of the sudden change in his ability right after his opponent started their attack. A midst the chaos he would turn the tables and finally start turning things in his favor. With the second gun now on point with its aims, the Vanguard operative prepared to move, a dim glow of white energy replacing the green spiraling current from just a few moments ago.
The cero shot forth, compressing into the form of a grenade? It was an interesting .choice to take for an attack, but he had enough experience with those to know they operated. Grance pressed his foot against the air, the spiritual particles keeping him from gravity's jurisdiction bursting in every direction from the force of his leg. His eyes picked up on everything in slow-motion, the concentrated cero detonating and releasing the first rays of light before it all exploded and consumed everything around it with immense power. Just as that light formed, the Human moved at speeds drastically overshadowing anything he could achieve before. In the midst of the explosion taking place, he escaped its expanding radius and reached the edge of its range to the left.
The man's body blurred, his movement completely silent from surpassing the sound barrier multiple times over. Air currents were ignited with each movement, small sparks of electricity appearing behind each step he took. He transitioned from the narrow escape to a full charge Multiple after-images could be seen directly behind him, matching his movements a fraction of a second after they were done. To add further confusion, the evolved Human moved forward in a sort of zig-zag pattern, taking great leaps of distance from the left to the right multiple times per seconds. The after-images lagged behind, giving off the illusion of being in multiple places at once. While useful in most situations, it proved less-so against the size of the coming barrage of explosions. The power coming from them was immense, enough to do serious damage to him even now if he allowed himself to be struck directly.
Fortunately taking so many hits wasn't an issue he needed to deal with now. Dellapero once agin pushed off the ground, ascending high into the air in a single motion. This time however his form was different. His body rotated rapidly, the current of explosives passing under him, and consuming everytthing in their wake. The rapid rotations only obscured the image of him even more. In the veil of speed.a white arc of energy was produced through the swing of his sword. It was fairly small, only a few feet in length, but it moved nearly as fast as Dellapero himself. As soon as the projection was cast, the man ceased his acrobatics to slam his foot backwards, creating a patch of energy to act like a platform to move off of. It allowed him too move forward, aiming to get directly above Starrk and avoid any counter-fire from their twin guns.
Just before reaching a point directly above the former Primera, Grance twisted his body again, swinging his blade downward. A larger arc of energy was released, this blast over ten feet in length and much denser. It followed a horizontal path, aiming to slam directly above Starrk's head. Though it appeared stronger, the effect between the first attack and the second was void with the exception of the range they covered. He continued to move forward with momentum, twisting his body backwards upon reaching a point just behind the Arrancar. The twin attacks from before served simply as distractions, likely incurring multiple cero in response to defend from them. However, before the second attack could have reached the Primera, the Unknown made his move.
Dellapero created another platform above his feet,, using his free-running skills in tune with his new speed to make his next attack define the change in their conflict. Less Starrk made an effort to escape his position prior to now, the Human would kick off the artificial surface and head diagonally toward the Arrancar at top speeds. His blades were poised, ready to strike with his full strength and momentum. Once the distance evaporated in a single moment, both blades aimed to to close in around Starrk's body from behind him. Their aim was to cleave straight through his body from both sides, the blades nearly connecting during the arc of their attack. Hopefully the twin blasts had bought enough time along with the new developments to succeed.
If the blades were any normal weapon, the aim and strength of the attack could seem lethal. The strength was on a whole new level as well, but it wouldn't apply in the instance of complete success. Whether either of the arcs of energy connected or the blade itself. no damage would occur to Starrk. Instead? They all phased straight through any living soul they connected with, not even inducing the slightest amount of pain or discomfort at first. Immediately after, Dellapero retreated, moving back and to the right several hundred meters. As his momentum ended, the true effect of everything would become apparent.
Were any of the attacks successful, a large chunk of energy in Starrks reserves would vanish. This was especially true with the slash at the very end and the key moment of the erratic patterns. The twin blades, rather than dealing damaged were focused entirely on depriving their foe of any energy to fight in their body..It was unique in that way, allowing the one holding them to fight without restraint and at the same time never risk the life of those effected. The energy projections drained a moderate amount of power on contact from anything they touched, but a direct hit from the Lightbringer was the strongest the ability could get. A slash from both blades at once would take a large chunk of energy from any combatant, giving the stolen power to Dellapero and refilling his reserves to a degree equal to the amount stolen. It would go a long way to reverse the expenditure from before. A burst of fatigue would overtake any struck by them, as if they just spent their energy on an exceedingly draining ability. Though the physical drain would only be temporal.
Had all gone as planned, Dellapero would stand his new position, energy flowing into his body from the twin swords. He waited for some kind of attack, ready to use the same tactics again in a remixed manner to peck away at the newly-released Arrancar's immense energy until it eventually reached zero....At least, that was the plan if he didn't get reduced to ash at some point first. His arm had been fully repaired at that point, the flesh restored and looking good as new.
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|Subject Post 12Subject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands Mon Nov 23, 2015 10:52 am|| |
COYOTE STARRKRIDES AGAIN. "Really…?" Starrk asked, a disheartened tone possessing his voice as he slowly held a gun outwards, looking at his opponent. Stupid or not… He has some impressive regeneration… that could make things… well, more difficult than they would be otherwise… hmm… it seems, however, he does not like the idea of his head being attacked… Starrk reflected to himself, before smiling a tiny bit despite himself at the man saying his stupidity was one of his best strengths. "It's really her only strength." Starrk explained, holding up one of the pistols.
Starrk honestly did not know the power level equivalent of his Ressercion. If you were to ask him, however, you may be a bit surprised by the answer. After all, to him, his Ressercion was 'stronger than bankai' but 'weaker than Shikai'. Truthfully, his experience during with the war with the Shinigami had caused some… genuine confusion in the release states of the Soul Reapers in regards to the male.
Starrk noticed the release of this other kind of energy, his mouth a small line. ...And this feels like a Shinigami… what a peculiar human… What did he have to do… to get that power…? Starrk's curiosity, while unimportant, was the primary thing fueling his continued assault in this battle. ...He… took distance from me…? Is he making my job easier…? Starrk wondered, seeing the man backing away…
...So he has begun to release his true power, now… I suppose it's time… that… I had to… man this is such a pain… That sentiment came back to irritate Starrk, making him sigh mentally. His eyes followed his opponent as he ran across the sky, noting each and every afterimage as his gaze continued to follow the man himself. Keeping track of such movement was simply a part of Starrk's sensory abilities, helping him aim each grenade that fired outwards at his opponent.
Seeing the man directly above him, Starrk looked up, his eyes looking unamused as his body… vanished. He reappeared with his body pointed towards Dellapero, one gun held outwards as he curved his body rapidly to the left, dodging the dual slash as he pulled the mental trigger in his mind. Another cero was released, roaring outwards as it smashed into where the man's body was, before seeing him retreat as… Starrk's body reappeared in front of him again, in an instant. However... there was a gash along Starrk's chest... or there would have been. Dellapero had made contact, but not in a way that Starrk could see or feel any damage from. It was something... strange, for him. He was glad that he had dodged most of it... but something felt... off, still.
"Sorry but… that's not fast enough."
With those words, both of the guns would begin to glow, Starrk's mouth speaking as the wind bit and whipped along his jacket.
And then they would fire, a hundred simultaneous cero, all pouring towards Dellapero's body. In addition to the attacks themselves being rather impressive, Starrk had optimized his attacks, layering the first wave with Cero Grenades that would explode upon getting close enough to Dellapero, likely knocking his weapon upwards and away from being able to guard him as the rest of the cero smashed into his location, exploding in a great display of fireworks in front of the Arrancar. That was what Starrk had learned about energy absorbing weapons or tools. If the force that met them was great enough to disarm them away from the rest of his cero, then they would be just as vulnerable as anyone else. That was the true disbalance of such tools; they allowed for a negating wall to be held in front of the user… unless, of course, that wall could be knocked back.
If the weapons were intangible? Then the explosions would instead smash against Dellapero's body itself, knocking it back or flipping it around if they made contact. Meanwhile, Starrk would be watching the entire time, one hand lowered down against his hip while the other remained outstretched, his eyes narrowed. ...Hmm… What…?
Starrk had finally noticed something off, checking his own reiatsu supply. ...His weapon…? It can… drain from a person's body…? As well…?
The male wondered, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Lowering the gun barrel, Starrk's stance changed, both feet becoming even. "Oi, Lilynette! I'm using 'that'."
He told the gun in his hands… before pressing the barrel against the other barrel. Squeezing against the trigger, Starrk felt the discharge… and then immediately pressed the other trigger, before it could detonate in his gun barrel.
The blast shot back out, pouring back into the other weapon. Starrk maintained his gaze as his opponent, slowly but steadily building the attack in its hands as he continually hit the triggers at exactly the right moment, making it seem casual as he played mind-tennis against himself with a deadly attack. Finally, Starrk's body would perform a Sonido… vanishing before reappearing in front of Dellapero… before vanishing again and reappearing behind him.
When Starrk had said that Dellapero was not 'fast enough', he had not been simply talking about his footwork. Starrk was continuing the build up of the cero in his hands as he rapidly shot around and rotated himself around his opponent's body. Finally, Starrk would seem to appear behind Dellapero with a Sonido, the familiar bzzt noise triggering behind the male…
Before Starrk reappeared beneath Dellapero's feet, a single gun barrel pointed upwards as he pulled the trigger within his mind.
The comparable force of the attack which emerged from his gun barrel was the same as the combined force of each one of the ceros that Starrk had launched earlier. The outpouring of energy would incinerate most beings from the sheer force, not to mention the destructive energy that was possessed in that attack. However, perhaps more important…
Was the other gun barrel that Starrk had pointed at the direction where Dellapero had tried to dodge.
With that stated, five of the blasts fired outwards, becoming like pin pointed lasers as the black and green energy waves attempted to penetrate through Dellapero's body. Each one launched out of the barrel at the same time, and one had gone for his head, one for his heart, one for his left kidney, one for his left hand, and a final one for his right hand. "…"
Starrk was totally silent, slowly lowering his gun barrels once again. Those Cero Oscuras had been forced into a small shape, using immense reiatsu to keep them in that shape as they struck like lightning at their target. Starrk honestly did not know if Dellapero would survive that assault with any of his limbs intact. Looking at the man, Starrk spoke softly, though with a quiet determination."… If you try to run… I won't stop you."
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|Subject Post 13Subject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:20 am|| |
Artist:Rob A. Ranowsky - Song: Zoetrope ~GGRY Edition~ - Word Count: 3860--
Dellapero's senses were at their peak, picking up on every minor detail at an increasingly fast rate. Each grenade appeared to float in slow-motion, their aim perfect and a good showing f the marksmanship and skill the Arrancar had with their weapon. While impressive and able to keep up their aim with his newly-displayed movement, the blasts would never come to meet him directly. Just as one would nearly exploded in his range, the bullet of a man swiftly changed direction. Large explosions of burning blue flames echoed like fireworks behind him from the narrowly evade explosives, smokes and embers filling the sky with each blast the powerful cero-slinger cast from their guns. With this increase in overall ability, the Human was determined to push himself to his utmost limits. With nothing left to keep him in check, the only thing to do was keep pressing forward until a point was reached where he could no longer become stronger.
That wouldn't be for some time. Just before the transition from one barrage of attacks to the next, a single explosive got closer than he expected. It glowed a menacingly blue glow, the vibrant light that eluded to destruction obscuring the Vanguard operative's vision. In the same moment as he aimed to avoid the incoming blast of explosive force, his movement path shifted just a tad to get out of the way of the exploding grenade. He ascended into the sky post haste, consumed by the smoke and expulsion of the blast for only a moment. Smoke trailed around him during the ascent, the explosion only managing to touch his left-leg. Second degree burns covered the thigh and skin burnt to a sickly red. That was all though, the reinforced defenses from the Lightbringer and his natural adaptations giving him a much more powerful resistance to damage than before.
His assault continued as planned until the concluding moments. The Primera twisted in a flash of speed, vanishing and appearing directly ahead of the charging soldier with their gun raised, ready to fire another blast. Grance didn't change his course of action in the slightest, in fact welcoming the coming attack. The blue beam of death shot straight for him, one of the bastard swords swung prematurely to meet it head on! Before the blade even met the blast, the unseen field of energy around the Human acted in response. Though it wasn't much against such a powerful adversary that wasn't devoted to malice, it was still a marginal aid. The cero's power was reduced, only by a small amount but one still considerable. The white blade clashed against it, the special properties of the released weapon giving it a vastly more effective counter to the destructive blast than before on top of it being weakened and the strength of the arm behind it continuously getting stronger.
Dellapero cut through the cero with some effort, the blue light split in two around him and fading into the air. He looked the Arrancar in the eye, the next blade coming toward them at lightning speed as intended before. While not as effective as a double-connection, the single blade would still drain a hefty amount of energy when it struck, enough to take away the fatigue deep in his soul and out him closer to his full reserves. As before, he pulled back in another burst of speed, readying himself for the next attack and tightening the grip on his blades. The burns on his flesh were easily ignored, adrenaline and focus driving away the sensations of pain that would bring any pause to his actions. He stopped at the sight of his opponent vanishing, the blurred image of their approaching soul coming closer visible in the Superhuman's eye.
The swordsman's muscles tensed up, ready to move and not just dodge, but attack! He could see them coming before the burst of speed came to an end, the space around the Arrancar appearing distorted from the normally untraceable speed of their sonido. It was like a line, the destination of their motion clear. He ordered his body to move in advance, leaving no roo,m for error in the short span of time there was between the superior combatant's debut and the monsterous assault bound to follow.As Starrk appeared once more, Dellapero was already in mid-motion. His feet pressed off the ground, arm swinging with the utmost might and bringing the bastard sword toward the Arrancar's body. This time he didn't just aim to strike them, but cleave through their chest and Hollow Hole in one foul swoop. He darted forward, a hard twist to the right sending him to the Arrancar's side while the blade approached them in a single moment, long before any chance for words or gathering energy took place.
The result would be an even more draining blow than the maximum potential of the former assault. Unless the former Primera evaded, the blade would cut through one of a Hollow's most vital points, the core of their being and the weakest point of their body. Though this wouldn't by any means be fatal due to the special nature of the Lightbringer, a direct connection would syphon a vastly greater sum of energy than normal in the blink of an eye. Trails of reishi were left behind the sword's arc, the Human continued to dash forward, moving past Starrk and gathering distance in the opposite direction. He made one giant leap, twisting his body around to face Starrk and the result of his risky attack. If things went the same, what followed in the next few seconds would be some of the toughest tests of the man's speed and adaptability yet in the intesnifying battle.
Dellapero's eyes widened, a tsunami of destruction pouring from the Arrancar's firearms and heading straight for him. Such destructive power and vast quantity with only the pull of a trigger. It was something unthinkable until that very moment. He scanned it, hundreds of cero darting toward him in such close proximity that they nearly appeared to be a single force of nature. His pin=point vision scanning the incoming wave, pointing out the explosive grenades cast at the very front of the impending barrage. Those would be the most deadly were they to get close enough, making an opening for the rest behind it to consume him entirely in a pit of oblivion. The swordsman swung both of his blades in a wide arc. Twin blasts of purified white energy darted from the weapons, heading straight for the front of the approaching barrage. Of course they wouldn't be able to stop it, but that wasn't the idea. Each blast was considerably larger than normal, stretching for twenty meters and nearly encompassing the same dimensions as the storm of cero in all but length.
The twin blasts were directed toward the first wave of grenades, intending to disrupt them in one of two ways. Either the connection would cause them to detonate prematurely and even take out multiple cero close-by them in their eruption, or the arcs would pass through the first wave harmlessly, drastically reducing the power inside them to the point of being far less dangerous. The white energy was easily consumed by the storm, doing nothing more than weakening the face of the coming onslaught. The wave of cero were upon him, the grenades, were they still in tact exploding in bulk around the man and inducing multiple first and second degree burns across his body while also filling his view with smoke. The effect of the twin arcs would do their job though, reducing the damage to the point of not drastically effecting him and allowing him to combat the remainder of the wave behind them.
The Human moved quickly, facing wave after wave of cero head on. He readied both blades, a vibrant white light shining from both of them. The blue light surrounded him on all sides, the outer-most layer of cero blocking any view of the outside world. Only the devastation in front of him remained. He darted left and right, narrowly avoiding one blast after the next. They seemed endless, burning up the oxygen in the air and leaving no room to breath or hesitate. The encompassing mass of energy gave off a nearly suffocating spiritual pressure around him, the energy being a constant reminder that death could come at any time against a foe like this and to always stay on his toes. In the bullet hell, not everything could be avoided. Multiple times Grance found himself evading one blast,. only for another to be directly before him! He swung one of the twin bastard swords, cleaving straight through as many individual cero as possible and slowly making his way deeper into the well of incineration. Multiple cero couldn't be avoided completely, grazing his arms and legs and burning away at his skin. Sweat rolled down his face from the heat of the blasts and the exertion put up to keep up with it all.
Dellapero inched himself closer to Starrk, masked by the inferno of cero moving around him and the thunder of their acceleration. Green electricity manifested around his body, his cells once again re-arranging and being changed to better fit the growing dangerous situation. Although at a much slower rate than before, the changes continued. His skin was made more resilient to the energy burning away at it and his perception was bumped up to more extreme levels. The unpredictable swarm started to appear slower and easier to maneuver around. He finally reached a point closer to Starrk, the barrage even more closely-lnit and impossible to avoid at this point. His blades slashed through one cero, then another in close proximity. It was taxing, but also served to force himself above one limit after another. That was the entire reason he came here after all.
The endless cero finally began to ebb, the consuming force coming to an end. The Unknown wasn't sure if the Arrancar was tracking him as efficiently under the mask of their own attack, but in any case Dellapero took the time to make another assault upon his foe. He kicked off the spiritual energy under his feet, moving between the last few cero that composed the almighty attacl. His body was covered in minor burns, but he remained determined and unwavering. The soldier pressed onward from the heart of devastation, the barrage of cero now behind him and burning up the sky in their wake. His energy was flaring as wildly as ever, light-green and white spiritual powers spiralling around him and flooding his muscles with power.
"If I wasn't fast enough, then I'll just need to keep getting faster won't I!?
" He shouted, now moving around Starrk in a circle at top speeds. Though his speed hadn't been improve any further than before, the desire to push himself coursing through him allowed the man the ability to further tap into the potential of his unbound limits. Multiple after-images formed around the Arrancar, the Human picking up insane momentum in the circles of rotation. A strong wind ;picked up, it nearly appearing like a tornado was forming in the sky above. It glowed a bright green from the energy of the one forging it, preparing for another attack to carve out his victory. From the north, Dellapero swung one of his blades, another arc of white light cutting through the air and aiming to strike the Arrancar and further deplete their reserves. Like before, this served only as a decoy.
Before the arc would even reach its mark to be dodged or blocked, Grance rushed toward the former Primera from the east, a stance taken with one sword poised for the attack. Multiple images continued to mirror his actions behind him, the distance between them greater than before. Just as it seemed he would strike from the east with his weapon arced to swing and momentum at its peak, Grance quickly danced around the south side of his adversary. From there he continued to the west, and finally with two after-images left to the south and east bringing their blades down in unison and the arc of energy from the north upon his foe, the Vanguard warrior swung the bastard sword downward, aiming to phase it through Starrk's entire body and drain another large chunk of their energy. Though unintentional, the combo may have even disrupted whatever preparation was put in place for the even greater danger soon to come.
Once that series of conflicts concluded, Grance made quick work to fall back several dozen feet to put a decent amount of distance between them. He had a better edge up close, but knowing how things were progressing, his opponent would close the gap themselves sometime soon. He needed a second to breath, to allow his body to begin slowly repairing the damages incurred from the sea of cero and any additional damage incurred from the last few segments of their battle. Skin slowly began to mend, any energy he managed to drain with further efforts being pulled into his body to revitalize him and hopefully diminishing the fatigue overtaking him. Pushing himself was always draining, but the unique aspects of the Lightbringer made it a far more manageable issue than it would be for most.
As the brief pause took place to catch his breath, Grance couldn't help but feel a sense of danger coming for him in the near future. His eyes were focused on Starrk. Presuming they returned to the odd stance they originally intended after the attack, the Human could only ponder what the Arrancar was preparing. Energy coursed through his veins, sparks of green crackling around him. Two spiked protrusions began to build by his shoulders, appearing much like bone under the veil of flesh trying to escape. The energy no longer focused entirely on increasing his ability, but beginning to change a part of what he was entirely to better fit the circumstances the fight had been in thus far.
Then it began once more. The Primera moved faster than most could comprehend, the man's special eyes that continued to adapt and his refined sensory being the only means of tracking the gun slinger..He prepared to counter once again, tracking the former Espada's movements moments before their dash ended. His blades were ready, mind sorting out a means to establish another critical blow in bringing this fight to an end in Grance's favor. The temporal fatigue made him sluggish though. Just as he was about to move on the attack, his target vanished in the blink of an eye, traversing the small space from their former position to directly behind the Vanguard Operative. He continued using the force of his intended forward lunge to move ahead, twisting his body around and swinging his blade in a swift arc. A smaller blast of condensed holy energy shot forth, aiming to slam into his foe from there.
This too proved fruitless, Starrk entering a frenzy of rapid sonidos that even gave his eye trouble tracking properly. Each eye moved around in a berserk manner trying to keep track of it all. Dellapero took in a deep breath, focusing on everything around him ad waiting for that one moment where everything would end and the true attack being built up to would make itself known. Seconds past, the persistent bzzt sound roaring around him. It ebbed all at once, the constant motion ceasing in the final moments before the boom. His eyes immediately looked down, tracking the final motions a midst the cluster before it concluded.
Grance could feel the power long before the shot was fired. With the gun pointed toward him, his foot instinctively pressed off the air; not just aiming to push him to the right, but upwards as well. Through the leaping motion, he hoped to gain enough time between the point it reached him and his exceedingly fast speed to edge out of the behemoth's path. The blast sounded like an atomic bomb exploding, a cero vastly superior to any before it ripping apart the space in its path and heading right for the Human. He moved as fast as he could, ascending to generate even greater distance to add a few more nano-seconds on the clock. From the combined motion, he barely escaped decimation by the all-consuming force. He hadn't escaped it entirely though. In the midst of his maneuver, the cero's presence managed to briefly encompass his feet and lower-legs. His skin was instantly burned to ash, muscles badly burned and even the bone under them being tainted a light blue from the flames. In only that second his muscles had been partially melted, blood pouring out from the bottom-half of his legs and feet. The pain was excruciating, but not something he could afford to be distracted by with what was to come next.
Dellapero couldn't catch a break. In his tracks, a new, potentially even deadlier attack followed before he could even regain his stance. His hands tightened around the twin blades he grasped, the power present clear from the very same technique used earlier that first caused him to take on the power of the Lightbringer. Only this time it was a lot stronger. He picked up on each laser and their targeting paths, watching them approach almost in slow motion. He twisted his body forcefully in an effort to get out of their path, but there wasn't enough time. To do so without further reinforcement. In desperation, the Unknown concentrated, the field of purifying aura around him changing, becoming more solid and instantly turning into a small sphere around his body. Energy built up around the five points where the lasers would strike to give it some chance at enduring.
The five oscuras struck the white veil, a wave of green flames consuming the orb and pouring into the sky above. The defense was one of immense strength, greater than even some of the strongest barrier kido; but even it had a limit, The number and refinement of the cero was far too much. It quickly cracked, the barrier strained by the five-point attack. And like that, it was obliterated. The cero pierced through the sphere, ripping it apart and darting forward on their intended course. The barrier had fallen; the center of origin dissipated along with it. However, it had not failed. With the small amount of time the barrier remained, it allowed the second needed for the Human to alter his course, turning himself completely around to avoid the five points of the incoming cero. He had moved several feet to the right from the previously gathered momentum, body turned downward to face Starrk and narrowly escape yet another potential demise. The cero zoomed past him, the force of just passing by causing new cuts to form along the left side of his body and leaving a large gash across his ear; nearly severing it from just being too close. The flames incurred from the impact also induced further burns along his stomach and the right half of his face. Almost every part of his being was now damaged in some way, minor or major. Pain receptors lit up like fireworks, sending a constant reminder of how much damage he'd taken from all of that
But it would be worth it. While he took vast amounts of damage, the man would capitalize on any chance he could to change the flow of battle and rapidly change what seemed one-sided into a surprise victory. He could only assume Starrk would need a moment after such a barrage of power and speed, and whether true or not, he intended to attack even with the newly fresh wounds hindering him. Dellapero's melted down muscle pressed up against his own energy, blood spiraling from the wound as a result. Even after all that and the drain being put on his body and soul, he would press the attack without hesitation, He darted toward coyote in a distorted line, multiple afterimages appearing at his side in the same motion. His energy was scattered among them, making it difficult to track while he worked at picking up as much momentum and power as possible in the average distance now between them. His eye remained a constant vigil for another blast, the twin swords glowing with renewed light from the will of the one carrying them. The man swung with all of his newly-born strength, the bastard sword coming down toward the Arrancar with enough force to shatter skyscrapers. It was aimed right down the middle, the damaged combatant intending to simply drive it through the Arrancar's entire body, including their Hollow hole and mask fragment.
If it connected? The result would be a game-ending level of energy ripped straight out of Starrk's soul and diverted into Dellapero instead. Yet still, not a single wound would be incurred by the blade's path. He'd continue downward from the slash, moving straight past his opponent and reaching a point much closer to the ground before his momentum died down. He panted heavily, the effects of the Lightbringer not yet taking effect and the blunt of all of his fatigue wearing him down in that lone moment. Through tired breaths he replied. He was sure of himself even after all that. If he couldn't win a simple encounter like this, he wouldn't have a chance at the larger threats that loomed in the shadows of Hell.
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|Subject Post 14Subject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands Thu Jan 21, 2016 4:50 pm|| |
COYOTE STARRKRIDES AGAIN.
The gun wielding Arrancar could only watch as the human reacted to his grenades. He watched as one of his shots almost made contact with his target… before his target wheeled around, still dodging it. Damn… he is a lot faster than he appears… Starrk's thoughts rolled back and forth through his mind, before noting that his attack had in fact covered his thigh in burns. ...So… he was pushing his limits… that means… if I just, say… double the output… the amount of pure damage may supersede his ability to cope with it… Starrk reflected to himself… before his body began to push itself back.
He's cutting through my cero…? That… complicates things… even further… Damn, why do I have to try this hard… against a human, of all things…?
However, his thoughts were interrupted by the male flashing through and appearing directly before him. Damn, how did he--? Starrk flashed both of his guns in front of his body, his arms taking the majority of the blow as his body leaned back.. Both of his pistol barrels pointing directly at the male's face. His muscles hadn't been slashed, but he would be disappointed from the dramatically less amount of energy he would have gained otherwise… because that energy was now being exuded through his guns, directly into Dellapero's body, attempting to blow the man away from Starrk.
"Damn… could you use something that I can feel…?" Starrk asked, a peculiar chill going through his body. He did not want to get touched by that blade again. The minute sonido he had used in order for the blade to cut through his arms was primarily for the fact that he had built the energy up into his guns already: it was also a risky gamble as well, but it was something that Starrk had decided to do.
Continuing with his assault, Starrk had begun to take this fight seriously after that last attack. ..Hopefully he realizes now… that kind of attack will just punish him… but what will he do instead…? I predicted that much… but what could come next…? Watching his energy be slashed at and divided, he followed the progress of the Human, his own body slowly floating backwards as he stepped back on the plates of his Reishi, sliding along them to increase the scope of his firing range and maintain a comfortable distance.
"No… you could just run away or die. Those are options." Starrk told the man in response to his shouting. Watching as he began to rotate, Starrk held his guns out to either side, his eyes slightly closing before energy flooded out from his guns, forming… a shield, a shell, all over his body. Blue in color, it crackled and sparked with energy. Despite how fast the man was going now, Starrk continued to follow him with his eye as he began to perform Shunpo upwards, blinking and dashing to ensure that he would be able to follow the man's movements without needing to turn his back.
The attack from the north had Starrk's body blinking to the side, before blinking back and shooting upwards, dodging the attack from the other side as a result as well. Without finding any more intention to attack, his body began to circle along with Dellapero's, keeping him well within sight. The blades came ripping down, Starrk's body shifting, his gun pointed towards the sky. The blades sliced through the furs of his coat, one sliding just a bit through his shoulder, as he released a single Cero into the energy approaching him, overwhelming it and blowing it away.
However, as Grance tried to retreat, Starrk's body would vanish once again, jamming the barrel of his gun into the back of the man's neck, pulling the trigger as a beam of pure energy shot into his enemy. This cero wasn't designed to explode. No, it was designed to pierce. If it didn't pierce, then Grance would find his balance likely thrown off as Starrk attempted to dislodge him from precision, knocked off balance.
"...how many more times can you do that, I wonder?" Starrk mused aloud, though there was obviously a purpose behind his words. "You are eventually going to run out power, pushing yourself that far… The more you fail with that… weird sword of yours… the harder it becomes for you…" Starrk's speech was primarily designed to demoralize his opponent, to draw a conclusion to this particular battle by showing that he had figured out at last the gist of his opponent's strategy. Granted, it could keep going endlessly against someone who would allow themselves to be hit by Grance's attacks. However, once someone learned the secret who was attempting to win, they would do anything in their power to avoid it.
"So I can just drown you in more ceros until you are completely burned up… because… I'm sorry… but… I'm stronger than you…" Starrk told him, before his words drifted off as he saw the man beginning to change again. ...You are really not giving me many options outside of killing you… what a pain… The former Primera sighed, before moving fast once more..
Before appearing behind Dellapero's body as his shell broke away. "…" Starrk was silent as his hand moved at its insane speed, sliding downwards in a line… before five Cero Grenades smashed into where Dellapero's retreating back was. More likely than not, the male, who had been doing his best to simply survive that onslaught… would be ripped open from behind.
"… That… was maybe… a percent… of the power that I could wield." Starrk told the man nonchalantly, his eyes and tone holding no trace of dishonesty. That was the painful, brutal truth. This man, who would barely move most of the time… had more energy then even he could imagine. His energy was like a vast ocean, and he was only firing rivers of it at the man before him.
Seeing Dellapero dash before him, Starrk's guns began to move once again, their triggers firing as more lights appeared in the path as he dashed backwards with his Sonido, Dellapero following him. Finally, Starrk threw both of his arms outwards as the man approached, before mentally pulling the trigger as two more Cero Oscuras blasted outwards on either side of Dellapero's body.
"Nice try…" Starrk told the man as the blade came downwards, Starrk's gun turning around as he smashed it into the man's wrist as his own body slid to the side. The blade cut through the entirety of his afterimage… but it only slashed through his shoulder in actuality. Meanwhile… behind Dellapero, something was dashing towards him. Wolves… wolves made entirely of energy. These wolves dashed towards him, leaping out as their teeth chomped down of him as he attempted to slash. Starrk's body would then vanish once again. The Wolves had emerged from those strange pockets he had left behind in his wake… and the Ceros which had been blazing on either side would make dodging them very difficult.
"…" Starrk was silent as the Wolves that gripped Dellapero glowed, before they exploded. Roughly a city block of devastation for each of the dozen wolves that had leapt out at him… more likely than not, Dellapero's entire body would be rocked from the explosion, causing him to descend down into the ground. Starrk would not be surprised if the man was rendered unconscious from the sheer force of those blasts covering his body from every direction.
"...Even if victory means your death…?" The former Primera asked, looking at his opponent, his guns on either side of his body as more of those Wolves began to appear on either side of him, dozens of them stretching out as they stood on the landscape behind Starrk's body. "… You did well. But really… you should get out of here." Starrk told the man in a fashion that was almost… uncertain. But it was his honest thoughts. Yes, he had lost a good amount of energy from that last slash… However, the majority of the wolves…? Had been racing for his arms and shoulders… seeking to completely destroy the one holding that particular blade, and the subsequent explosions likely sending it flying from the force they exhibited.
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|Subject Post 15Subject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands Wed Jun 01, 2016 12:25 pm|| |
Artist:Shin Sangokumusou 7 - Song:Cylonized Typhoon- Word Count: 3307
Dellapero loved every minute of the battle that surrounded him. He had come here to train, to find an adversary close enough to the strongest monsters Shadowfall had to offer and use all the power at his disposal to surpass them. Though they hadn't been the type he expected to find in this wasteland, their strength and ceaseless assault was a perfect adversary for him to battle. Even with the threat of potential death from the endless waves of explosives and lethal beams of blazing light, he wasn't deterred in the slightest. It just made things that much closer to the real threat he had come to prepare for! His body adapted, cells rapidly adjusting, re-configuring and mutating to better endure the onslaught of punishment. He could feel the devastation behind each beam that narrowly missed. One misstep and fatal wounds were more than likely. That threat of demise kicked his adrenaline into overdrive, the thrill of battle pushing him forward through fatigue and pain. So long as it was him alone fighting against the grip of death, he'd take joy from the experience and use it to further his building power to new levels!
The Human adapted to each incoming counter attack. His senses, augmented reflex and natural speed were life savers. Without them he my have already succumbed to a premature end from the instantaneous cero. His moved his secondary blade just in time to meet the twin cero launched directly at his head! There wasn't time to move. and taking the hit directly could prove more than fatal. The only option was to break through it! The Lightbringer's unique properties helped substantially, not only weakening the blast, but putting the physical strength behind it to better use than it could compare alone. The blue light was split apart from the blade, spiraling around him from the moment of impact. His smile broadened, sparks of green energy rapidly cracking around him as time went on. Even with his normal limits reached, the danger ahead kicked his power into overdrive! The twin cero eventually exploded despite his best efforts. The eruption of flames and force knocked him several dozen feet away. His feet dragged across the ground as he regained his composure. A small, but deep burn had been inflicted on the side of his cheek, melting the flesh almost down to the muscle tissue.
The swordsman laughed at the Arrancar's comment. It was to be expected. He was a man way in over his head right now. He still had a long way to go before he was ready to take down people on the caliber of the Primera. There were many of them he knew he would be fighting in the future, and that is exactly why he was so determined to press onward in the current battle. The only thing at stake here was his own well being, something he cared little for as was surely evident! He needed to be prepared for fighting these kinds of opponents when there was more at stake than his own life though, as was soon to surely come with the escalating war between Shadowfall and the Vanguard. The man spoke in return amid the exchanges of slashes and gunfire.
" I came here to fight, to see just how far I could push myself in a land where blood lust and killer intent runs rampant. The entire reason I'm here is to surpass the strongest a world like this can produce and survive for the real battle that waits ahead! To run or die? Both of those options would ruin the point!
The battle continued. The exchange of high-speed movements difficult to follow at times. The world around blurred from the speed he moved at. Images were cast in the wake of every move he made, his speed tricking the eye into appearing multiple times in a small space. Whether attacking or falling back, that pace remained consistent, even picking up as time went on! When one exchanged ended, another immediately followed. Grance saw Starrk vanish, their speed vastly surpassing his own through the use of sonido. It was agitating not having such a skill of his own to contend, but it was just another hurdle he had to cross! He foot pressed against the air just before Starrk appeared. He knew where their step would end, tracing it with his highly refined senses and reflex. That unique ability gave him the edge to contend with such a flaw.
The cero fired, Dellapero's body shifting before the trigger had even been pulled. He spun to the right, using his momentum from his withdrawal to move at top speeds immediately! The beam cut through the air, a direct hit narrowly avoided! He wasn't without wounds though. The blast ripped through the skin and muscle on the left side of his neck. A large wound mark was left in its place,. blood spilling out from it in excess. It hadn't just burned him, but pierced through his body like a bullet. A direct hit from that could have spelled another quick demise if he didn't think on his toes! Taking this as another opportunity, the man spun on his foot and directed his momentum back around with blade in hand! Just as quickly as the blast had emerged, another slash quickly followed toward the Arrancar beside him. He didn't pay much mind to their armor, instead putting more power then ever into his blade in an effort to cut right through it and steal even more energy from the troublesome gunman! His other sword remained at the ready, prepared tol cut through any counter attacks like before and turn the battle around! He pushed forward, either cutting through his adversary or failing to break through the blue shield that encompassed them. In either event, he moved completely around the arrancar in the process of yet another counter-attack! His momentum had been recycled the entire time, never losing it throughout the chain of reactions. The swordsman darted past the Primera with this assault, once again generating a small trail of distance between them before the next change.
' I'll keep going on as long as I need to.
" Grance responded accordingly, the mix of vibrant white light and green sparks flowing around him as they had been for awhile now. It was true that this ability was draining him of his energy rapidly. The Lightbringer greatly reduced the drawbacks of it, but had only landed enough hits to partially restore the lost stamina plaguing him. He panted, wounds and fatigue becoming more cumbersome as time went on. However! He was determined to keep pressing his power forward nol matter how draining it became. That was the point of the battle, to face potential death to get the best result his body could conjure and then double it! " You're not wrong, but there is one thing you should know by now too!
The Unknown soldier smirked at their further comment. It was obvious Starrk was stringer, both from how many times they had been hit and the wounds their attacks inflicted on the Human with each partial connection. That was all part of why he enjoyed having them as an opponent though. After all, if they were weaker, or even on his level,. what would there be to gain from this!? The intensity of the green sparks increased as they reached their final push.His muscles shifted, his skin becoming denser and the wounds that seemed to plague almost every part of his body healed at a faster rate than ever. The unusual protrusions on his back began to shift, growing larger alongside his power. He spoke one more time while turning on his foot and gathering his momentum.
" I always fight an uphill battle!
Dellapero tracked Starrk's movements, able to see and feel where they would appear moments before their attack. He moved in preparation both of his white bastard swords glowing in anticipation for the next exchange. With the series of grenades cast at his back> The man immediately began to sin at a rate far faster then ever before! He didn't stop at facing the coming onslaught, but instead accelerated faster than ever before! His body blurred, becoming a human tornado of speed and force. His blades were stretched outward, the torrent turning white from the weapon's steel. The grenades were struck by the metallic edge of the typhoon. The Lightbringer cut through two of them before they could even detonate. As for the others? They exploded around him, sure to have caused more than substantial damage if they hit directly. Instead, the holy blades aided by his speed and power directed the explosions around him! They spilled through the sky, going in every direction but never making contact with the Vanguard Operative himself.
That wasn't all! Using the speed and power of that twisting state, the man continued moving toward Starrk! It was like a whirlwind of the energy siphoning steal was heading right for them! If it hit? Dozens upon dozens of slashes would rip through their body, siphoning away an excessive amount of their power with each passing second! The very defensive he used to survive the explosive assault had evolved into an equally effective offensive. The rotation created a cyclone of wind around them, the sky turning and the desert being rearranged by the powerful winds that were generated! Eventually h would come to a stop before the next confrontation and the accumulation of his more serious wounds.
The battle continued to heat up in the next moments The serious wounds that afflicted Dellapero's body and his next assault to attempt to turn the tables fell into play. His resolve was unwavering,skillfully evading most of the oncoming cero while driving his uniquely designed blades through one or two of them as he got closer and evasion became more difficult. The gap between them was severed once more, his blade cast forward with the intent of ending their battle in one foul swoop! Even after all that, it seemed Stark had more energy to spare though. Before he knew it, the swordsman was surrounded. two enormous cero oscuras blocked the path to his left and his right. each towering blast had the power to obliterate most people and put him out of commission if they hit directly..But why aim at his sides instead of attacking him directly?
The answer became clear when the sound of wolves entered his ears. It seemed like it was too late to react. In the midst of his assault, a force of explosives beasts were assaulting him from behind.. That must have been it! The gunman wanted to ensure he couldn't escape.Whatever those creatures were, taking a hit from them couldn't be good. His body shifted, the thick aura of green energy around him flaring once again! The time had come for his more unorthodox change to take place. The spears of flesh cut through his back, spilling blood into the air moments before the beasts attacked. The constructs extended outward, two average sized hawk-like wings compared to his body splitting outward from his skin. They struck against the air a single time, the raw strength he carried now enough to easily pushed him hundreds of feet skyward and out of the death trap he stumbled into!
However, one wolf managed to grab his ankle before his escape. The swordsman's eyes widened as it began to glow, his entire being consumed by an explosion! The rest of the pack quickly followed suit. One of the man's blades were sent flying into the air from the point of impact, presumably disarming him from one of them as a result. However, this was far from the truth! As the remaining wolves approached the cloud of smoke, the sound of a gunshot rippled through the ir! A blast of green energy cut through the smoke, connecting dead center with the pack of wolves! It pierced through them with ease, causing all of them to detonate from the blast and fill the sky with more smoke and embers. The force of the shot cleared the veil around Dellapero. He was still standing, his left hand no longer holding a blade, but the shotgun that formerly adorned his back. He tossed it skyward in the last second to arm himself with a different weapon The power of the bullet was comparable to a cero oscuras on a much more compressed level. It had the power to pierce through almost anything and was the last thing a person wanted to get struck by. The wolf that assaulted him had given a new layer of burns across his flesh and abdomen. His left-foot had been completely blown off by the blast, sure to hinder him for a short while. But with the removal of one appendage came two more. The wings at his side moved through the wind, giving him a new grasp of the sky that surpassed anything he was capable of before.. The terrain was taken to his advantage and his body adapted accordingly.
" Talk about painful Going to be a little hard to step up after that, but I'll just wing it!
Even after such a serious injury, he had the audacity to make a joke about it. Pain raced through every nerve in his body. He had taken far more damage than most people should while still standing. He had fought through worse condition than this though and would be expected to face far worse circumstances in his near future. The only way to combat them was to keep pressing forward no matter what obstacle got in his way. His eyes locked forward through the veil of smoke, his attention never leaving Starrk and the army of wolves forming at his side.. This was a new trick. Guess the guy did know how to do -something- other than fire beams of destruction all day! Dellapero took in a deep breath as his blade from earlier began to fall. He laughed to himself, then spoke toward his adversary one last time.
" Alright, I can tell you're just getting tired of fighting me. I could keep going like this all day if I wanted, but i'm a nice guy, so I'll cut you a deal! Stop holding back. If this really is only a sample of your real strength, then use all of it. Attack me with your real power for at least thirty seconds and i'll back off. You might think you have this handled as is, but you're not the only one holding back!
The second sword from before fell before Dellapero. He lunged forward, catching the blade's guard between his teeth! He not only added a new weapon to the equation, but evolved his fighting style to utilize all three at once! This wasn't something he practiced normally, so any success would be purely by luck. He didn't have a problem with that though. Luck was the first step to finding out something new. He looked over the coming hoard if beasts, his three weapons and new augmentation ready to fend them off. The green glow around the man's body diminished away. He had reached the strength he needed to for now until an even greater attack was presented ahead of him. His newly forged command of the sky would give him a much needed edge in maneuverability to handle the oncoming hoard of explosive beasts heading his way. Feathers began to grow from the flesh of the new limbs, further increasing their ability to function in the air and give him a new range of movement in the sky that had become their battlefield.
The swordsman darted higher into the air as the first wave of wolves chased after him. His senses were honed to not just watch the swarm of wolves, but Starrk himself. Once the hoard was closely enough aligned in their pursuit, he aimed his gun downward at the lot of them. It appeared like an ordinary Remington model shotgun from an era long since past, but the blast from earlier was a clear indicator that it was no ordinary weapon. He pulled the trigger, a concentrated blast of spiritual energy ripping through the air at multiple times the speed of sound. it ripped through dozens of the beasts before dissipating. Each of them exploded with great intensity. It sounded like a war had broken out from all the explosions taking place at once. The destruction chained together, the forced detonation striking down several other constructs of spirit energy that avoided the initial shot. Two of the first wave continued onward, leaping from the smoke and heading fo his shoulders. He changed his direction entirely, shifting from a rise to the highest heights to a nose dive toward the very beasts that attacked him!
The Unknown accelerated to a speed even greater than he was moving before. The wings on his back gave him increasing control over his motion in Hueco Mundo's empty sky. Using that momentum and his growing strength, he moved right past the duo, slashing through them with the blade he gripped between his teeth. Its unique properties not only gave it the strength to rend them in two, but disrupt their explosive nature and split the beasts into reishi! Flames and smoke filled the air from the encounter. He stabilized, returning to a state of rest while keeping his senses focused for additional attacks from Starrk or the remaining wolves that stayed back. Blood continued to spill from multiple open wounds, especially his legs. It seemed despite all those injuries that he could continue fighting without pause. The lesser damages inflicted earlier in their battle had faded away entirely by this point, but the more extensive wounds he gained only recently were just in their beginning stages of recovery. Regardless of how this all ended, he was going to feel it when he woke up in the morning. Dellapero wondered..What was the former Primera's full strength? If they were still holding back even now, he wanted to see the full extent of their power, even if he needed to stop holding back as well to see it. Only when he could compare and push himself to new heights against such an opposing force would he be content!