Re: Nemesis VS Henrex [ The Colosseum Of Madness Event]

Sat Jul 23, 2016 4:59 am

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ENTER THE DEPTHS

Artist: Homestuck OST - Song: Aggrievocation - Word Count: ???

Such cataclysm... brought about only by a singular being. My boss is truly a being to fear, considering that similar effects must be taking place for other fighters. I must put on a better show, I can not be outdone by what must be a simple spell for Mana. What good would I be if I were to be that weak?

Quite a while away, that was how far Nemesis was. No matter how far she ran, with strange boots granting her great speeds, the blast was heard far behind her. With the first major threat to her very well being gone, she was able to turn and see the absolute destruction, the hole plot of land now missing, just simply gone. Well, gone for only a few moments, as the earth already began to restore itself, slowly forming the ruined roads and crumbled buildings as she even watched and stared with a hint of amusement on her face. From the fact that she hadn't been declared winner, that meant that her foe had survived. If her survived, he still had a will to fight. If there was a will to fight, then there would be some enjoyment for Nemesis.

Though where could he have gone? Who knows, she wasn't one to have extraordinary senses, only the knowledge that she knows. She knew that he was a Shinigami, and she knew that they had many tricks to abuse for survival, be it Kido or even Flash Step, if there was a will, there was a way. Now the only true issue was trying to draw him too her once again. If she were to pull him closer with Whirling Vortex, he might be able to catch on and even abuse this to send a few strikes her way without a true method of defending herself. Would he really do something of that degree? Before he didn't seem all too motivated, but perhaps there was a chance to make this fun.

Fingers soon tightly gripped her axe once more, a deep breath being taken in as the woman seemed to be prepping herself for something. Knees bending down as she crouched downwards, a single hand being placed upon the ground itself as the other held her axe aloft and to the side. With her body crouched low and hunched over, she suddenly released a massive amount of force, launching her straight into the air by shoving off of the ground hard enough to even form cracks. While other beings had flight or flash step, Nemesis' mode of transportation in the air was much simpler, powerful leaps.

The woman was sent soaring through the air, rising above some of the taller buildings as eyes widened, already attempting to scan the area before her. As stated before, she had no incredibly sensing ability, her only skill that might help would be to sense one's anger... but Henrex seemed to lack that, at least currently. So for now, she was left to rise into the air, attempting to spot any form of movement, any signs of life or power. She didn't want to use the same trick of pulling him towards her again, she would have loved to get the drop on him, quite literally, and make this battle as intense as it needed to be.

However, for Henrex, he was able to see her clearly. With the flash of red from her top to just her general bulky figure, she definitely rose up quickly. And the one boon to him was that she couldn't see him, she didn't know where or if he would come for her. She was left simply rising, and soon, hanging in the air for a few moments, hundreds of feet up. Her descent would certainly be very quick, and the time to act must have been short. If he were to strike at her while she was vulnerable in the air, he'd have to act quickly. If he wanted to simply track her and follow to where she had landed, then patience would be key.

Though one thing had to be considered, why would she do this? Sure, the intent of finding him was there, but she must have known that he would see her and could try launching an attack. Well, the answer was plainly simple, she didn't fear for her life. She was the one with the advantage here, she had much more power within her, and quite a few tricks up her sleeves. This isn't to say that she doesn't think Henrex has a chance, just that she believes that getting hurt in order to draw him out is a tactic worth the injuries. Besides, she wasn't totally useless in the air, she still had her axe held tightly in her right hand, ready to be used for whatever may be needed.

Sat Jul 23, 2016 9:29 am

ANGEL OF DARKNESS

Henrex Astillon

Song: I Burn - Artist: RWBY OST - Words: 911

Silence engulfed the land. In the pure silence of the candy world, there was not a single noise that Henrex could hear. However, this silence would soon be shattered by one thing. The sound of a shockwave as Henrex turned and looked towards the sky, seeing a figure fly through the sky. Nemesis. Well, this saved him the trouble of looking for her. Closing his eyes, then opening them again, Henrex's head turned to the side, tilting by the slightest. Searching for him? Blinking twice, Henrex's eyes narrowed as his wings spread. With his body ascending to the skies, the Shadow Camouflage he had active soon stopped.

The materialization of his body was quiet. The silent "reforming" of his body made only the smallest of sparking sounds as the Cyberbrain worked it's technological magic to make him visible once again. Floating within the air over to Nemesis, he would slowly draw his sword from the sheath, the quiet scraping of the sheath against the steel blade of the Zanpakutō as the blade was exposed to the afternoon air. The gentle air blew across the exposed, pale skin of Henrex. As he simply stood on the air behind her, the quiet hushed whisper that was Henrex's voice reached out to Nemesis Atava. A question came from the boy, wondering one thing.

"...Where do you get it? Your strength....your...will to fight..? Where do you get it, Nemesis Atava? All of it....where? How?"

The boy asked in a hushed whisper, with his head bowing. It soon rose, and his blank eye stared directly at the woman. He wanted to get stronger. But yet...he didn't know how. There were so many strong people, but yet...Henrex was not one of them. He was, at best, average. But yet...he could feel the power from this woman. His eyes closed halfway as he continued to stare. However, it was time to stop staring. Time to fight. Closing his eyes for a moment, before placing his left foot forward. Pushing against his toes, the pressure within his foot built. Allowing his foot to slip, he broke into a run.

Gripping his sword with both hands, Henrex dragged the blade of his sword behind him, before slashing a diagonal slash aiming at her right hip to her left shoulder. No matter if this hit or not, Henrex would then use Flash Step to quickly disappear and reappear away from her. Using this distance, he quickly did something odd for someone at his distance. Slash at the air. As he did, black and purple spiritual energy would flow from the blade in the form of an energy wave. Being one of the powers that Henrex could perform with his Zanpakutō sealed, it wasn't incredibly powerful. For someone like Nemesis, it would most likely just be a simple annoyance.

As the wave traveled, Henrex ran behind it. Keeping his speed low enough to stay behind it and not make contact with it, but also to perform something else to keep Nemesis guessing. Kicking off the ground, Henrex flew forward at high speed. His eyes showed no real emotion. All they showed...was the will to survive. He was NOT going to die. Hoping to get closer to Nemesis, Henrex would make a single, downward strike. Aiming to attack Nemesis from above, Henrex would bring his sword down....before flash stepping again. This time, above her. Pointing his index finger towards Nemesis, Henrex would whisper out three words.

"Hadō #4....Byakurai."

The index finger of Henrex sparked with white spiritual energy as the words that empowered this Kido Spell was spoken. The spell known as "Pale Lightning" fired. A single beam of highly condensed spirit energy burst from Henrex's finger, aiming to pierce Nemesis' head and body. After this, Henrex would slowly descend to a lower end of the air. His head tilted to the side as he did. What was the result? Would it even matter? With his wings spreading wide and his sword arm hanging at his side, Henrex would decide something else. Do not stop attacking.

Raising his sword to the sky, his black hair would cover his eyes as the tip of his sword began to spark with black and purple spiritual energy. A small orb of energy began to form at the tip of the sword that Henrex held. His head rose, showing his single working eye gleaming with the light that reflected off his eyes. His lips parted and he simply said one thing that would change everything.

"I will ensure that you will feel as much pain and suffering as you can possibly endure. Engulf the world in the shadows of fear..."

As he said this, the orb of energy that sat on the tip of his sword sparked, before a thick, black fog would begin to engulf the area. This mist would cover a large portion of the area that the two combatants were in. As the mist covered the arena, the arena would also grow dim. With the darkness now in place, Henrex would walk around. Walk around in the darkness. Silent steps came from him as he did. Another whisper came from the Angel of Darkness as he silently walked around.

"Are you...afraid? Of the darkness? Of the everlasting nothing that comes from the darkness? Answer me...Nemesis..."

Henrex would then lower his spiritual pressure just enough so that he wasn't detected as easily by Nemesis. Hiding himself in the darkness. A sneak attack? Maybe. However, Henrex wasn't thinking on it. Henrex would wait. For the answers he desired.

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Mon Jul 25, 2016 4:41 am

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ENTER THE DEPTHS

Artist: FFXIII OST - Song: Will to Fight - Word Count: 1291

If this goes on for too much longer, I won't be able to hold myself back... Perhaps that's for the best.

The strong leap of Nemesis' had to come to an end, feet slamming against the ground and causing the sidewalk to even ripple from impact, her form quickly returning to a tall, almost powerful stand, arms at her side as her eyes stared forwards, directly away from where Henrex would seemingly appear. She knew he had to have seen that, unless there were other items and trinkets hidden about he was searching for? That could be a possibility, he did seem to pick up quite a few things, but now was neither the time or place to simply stand around. Before Nemesis could even begin her search, it was concluded with the voice of Henrex speaking right behind her.

"Strength comes from willpower. Willpower comes from both discipline and purpose, but more importantly, emotion. My desire to achieve my goals and overcome obstacles is strong, strong enough that I was able to free myself from the shackles of others and find my own path. What about you? Is your desire strong enough to break through the doubt in your mind, or do you let it consume you? The choice is yours, but know that true strength comes from the passion you feel, not the amount of time spent training."

Nemesis did not turn, she didn't instantly launch a strike at him, she simply remained still, facing forwards as she prepared herself for what was to come. Muscles began to tense as a deep breath was taken in. She was fine with being hit, her only issue was the fact that he wielded a blade, something created to tear through flesh. She did much better in hand to hand combat or against blunt weaponry, but sharp objects were typically harder to deflect with brute strength. AT most, she could actually use this to her advantage...

With a single, powerful slash, Henrex's blade was able to tear through the back of Nemesis' clothing, his strike accurate and precise as the blade was able to trail up from her right up to her left shoulder, splitting flesh and piercing muscle to the point of where crimson had shown itself... though the berzerker's durability began to show itself. If she had been any weaker, she could have been sliced clean into and either incapacitated or killed, but through the tough exterior she sported, the blade only managed to cut maybe a sixth of an inch into her back. Despite the now long wound upon her back, she didn't seem to react, rather, a deep sigh was let out. Blood was leaking, but her stance did not falter.

With Henrex getting the first strike, Nemesis already began her next action, gripping unto the hilt of her axe tightly before twirling it between her fingers. Once it got just fast enough, her wrist flicked as the entire weapon was spinning around her arm, blade dangerously close to cutting her own flesh as she kept spinning it, almost as if it were a circus act rather than a battle. The blade's spinning soon got to a point where it seemed to almost have a mind of it's own, hilt being twirled around her waist, around her arms, being spun like some parlor trick. There was a reason to this, and it would soon become clear.

But for now, there was a blast to deal with, one that didn't seem to pose too much of a threat. With her weapon in constant motion around her, leaving her hands free, she was able to turn and stare at this new source of energy coming towards her, and rather than doing some fancy ability, she simply brought both arms upwards towards her, creating a shield with her forearms as the slash of energy collided with her. With an actual attempt to defend, there wasn't very much damage, the blast only accomplishing a bit of skin being cut with her arms turning red from the impact.

What came next was a display of speed from Henrex, the being already appearing above her to slash from above, to try and get past whatever defense she may have had, and it seemed to work, almost. The one fun thing about Hadō was that some people had to say the incantation, and saying it gave away the position. Nemesis wasn't going to allow anymore free hits, and due to this, her eyes quickly snapped upwards to spot Henrex already preparing his attack, Hadō incantation already finished as the powerful bolt of lightning shot forth. The strike was even able to slam into her very form, shocking her body immensely as pure spiritual energy tried to cause harm and pierce her, but she wasn't exactly the weakest.

Her own spiritual energy was massive, much larger then Henrex's due to the gap in strength, but the good thing is that she doesn't exactly use very much of it. She didn't tap into demon magic often or anything else that spawns from spiritual energy, which meant she always had a large pool available, large enough to even help defend against others' attacks. It wasn't something she trained in, but it was just a thing that was expected with differences in strength. One would naturally be much more resilient to the other. She was shocked, but no actual physical wounds formed. Perhaps damage was done, but not enough to truly show considering that Nemesis didn't scream in pain, she didn't yelp, she didn't even flinch.

One thing was for certain, something was brewing deep within her. It was the one thing that always began to flourish and develop once combat has had time to fester, and excitement could build. The faintest of changes on her lips could be seen at this moment, a faint smirk as things continued to progress and only further agitate her, to further inflict wounds until she truly fights back. Perhaps something would spark within Henrex, an inner emotion could awaken to finally give him the power he needed. Worst case scenario, he may try to find that power by seeking out someone strong to teach him, and the Bloody Barbie would happily take on an apprentice, to show them just how to let everything go.

Everything began to darken, Henrex's darkness taking hold of the area in order to make it a better place for him, for the shinigami to hide within his own element. Nemesis had no real way of sensing Henrex through the darkness, but she didn't exactly need that right now. The world seemed... silent, far too silent until the shinigami's voice broke it by asking a question. Was she afraid of the darkness...?

"Darkness is not nothing. It is the same as the light, yet different. Both are full of things that are both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The difference is that the light reveals, while the dark cloaks. I do not fear the darkness, I embrace it. Now come, let us battle."

Her weapon from before still continued to spin around her body, though visible wounds seemed to form from it, cuts and nicks along her body, small wounds, but still an injury to her form. With the blade still spinning, a quick flick of her wrist and twist of her hips led to it violently lashing out behind her, blade swinging as if it had a mind of it's own with a devastating force that might possibly cleave through anything in the way. Once it's slash was finished, another twist of her body led to the weapon spinning back into her grasp, hilt held tightly as she simply waited. If Henrex made the first move, she would surely be able to strike back, all she needed to do was feel...

Tue Jul 26, 2016 5:15 pm

ANGEL OF DARKNESS

Henrex Astillon

Song: N/A - Artist: N/A - Words: 1,048

She....wasn't afraid? It sent a cold shiver up and down the spine of the Angel that was camouflaging himself within the darkness. It didn't matter what you were. All races at least had a fear of the dark previously. It was never of the darkness itself. It was always...what was IN the dark. This woman had no fear. This would complicate things. Taking a silent step in the left direction, Henrex would silently start to walk in a circle around Nemesis. His pure black eye flashed blue as his Cyberbrain activated, as did one of the abilities within the technology that Henrex possessed.

"....Very well then....I will teach you the true meaning....of the word FEAR"

Saying this, Henrex would slowly walk in the direction he heard her voice from. The slow steps that was the boy's walking did not change as the motion did. The speed of his walking picked up, turning the slow movement into running. Silent steps came from Henrex as he began to run towards where Nemesis was. However, he stopped once he heard it. Anyone with the patience to listen well enough could hear it. The air current. It wasn't the same. Henrex's eyes widened as he continued to listen. He could hear the air as Night Vision activated. The eyes of Henrex soon flashed green as he stared in the direction where he heard the air current changing. He could see through his own shadows. And he was staring directly at Nemesis.

The reason the air current was different from before was because of her. The constant spinning of her weapon was changing the air current. This was making it hard for him to make an approach. It was irritating, but not enough to exactly make him mad or make him snap. A silent breath left from Henrex's lips as the hand that gripped his Zanpakutō tightened, before an idea. Drawing his left arm back, Henrex twisted the sword in his hand so that the blade would be facing where he would be throwing it. However, he quickly reconsidered. Perhaps it wasn't best to start an all out attack right now. Instill fear. That was the purpose of darkness.

A small smile formed on Henrex's face. Perhaps this would be....fun. A word that Henrex never used, and an emotion he never felt within combat. Setting his right foot in front of him, Henrex prepared himself to move forward, but that is not what he did. Instead, he slipped to the left, mixing in his running with Flash Step. However, he would not be using Flash Step so carelessly to simply move. Instead, he would focus his spiritual energy more to hopefully silence the noise that Flash Step normally made whenever it was used. Holding his sword with his right hand now, Henrex quickly utilized Flash Step to slip past her, and get behind her.

Being ever so stealthy and sneaky, as expected from a member of the Covert Ops, Henrex quietly let his blade fly through the air. However, this attack was not meant to maim or harm. At least, not by much. Gently pressing the sharp point of the blade to Nemesis' back, he only hoped to make her feel the gentle pressure of the blade. The moment that the pressure against her back would begin to build, Henrex would quickly use Flash Step again, avoiding the weapon spinning around her body. Reappearing a short distance's away from her, Henrex would continue to remain hidden in the shadows.

He was attempting to toy with her. By taking advantage of the black mist that covered the area, he could reappear and disappear with Flash Step, and screw with her head, hopefully. However, he wasn't done. A strange feeling began rising within Henrex's heart. The feeling...to break her. Make her feel completely helpless. Henrex didn't know where this came from....but it sure as Hell felt good. Why....was he feeling like this?

The feeling...was dizzying.

His head spun with the feeling spreading throughout his body. The feeling...it felt amazing! Flash Stepping away rapidly, Henrex needed to get away. His hand gripped tight on his sword, and his eyes glared into the shadows, directly at Nemesis. Did....she do this? He would find out. However, he wouldn't just simply ask. Silently stepping forward, Henrex quickly used Flash Step again, reappearing next to her. Returning his Zanpakutō to the sheath, Henrex slowly looked at his hands. The scars and tattoo-like markings on them...he stared at them. Closing his hands into fists, Henrex slowly narrowed his eyes. He was afraid. He needed to know what this feeling was.

Silently approaching Nemesis from behind, a whisper would emit from the boy's lips, his eyes still closed. The quiet, questioning voice of Henrex would echo throughout the mist he had placed on the battlefield. The normally silent breathing that Henrex performed became audible. However, it was only a single breath. A single, quiet breath came from him as he walked around Nemesis.

"Tell me....what....is this feeling? I've....never felt like this before...."

The hand that Henrex clenched into a fist soon stopped. Looking at the palm of his hand, Henrex would slowly move his arm forward towards Nemesis' body....and touch her. Henrex's palm would gently press against the back of Nemesis. If Nemesis felt the palm of his hand against her, it would feel as cold as ice. However, this was not due to any sort of ability. Henrex's body was just naturally this cold. Removing his hand the moment he touched her back, he would flash step once again, before the results of the Flash Step would be with Henrex appearing in front of Nemesis. His single working eye stared dead into Nemesis' eyes.

"It makes me....want to make you SUFFER.....toy with you....make you feel utterly helpless....why....do I feel like this?"

Staring at Nemesis still, his left foot would slowly slip behind him, as would the rest of his body. Stepping back into the shadows, Henrex would once again be hidden by the shadows. However, the feeling within his heart continued to build. It was worse now. As he continued to retreat, he felt it build more and more. The emotion that he was feeling was confusing. What should he do? Give in to the emotion that burned within his heart? The mind of Henrex was even more in turmoil. What....should he do?

Thu Aug 04, 2016 10:04 am

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ENTER THE DEPTHS

Artist: FFXIII OST - Song: Will to Fight - Word Count: 1213

More demon than Shinigami, he seems more in touch with his emotions than the others. Good, that might prove useful in the future.

What Nemesis felt now was different than a few moments before. She didn't exactly feel threatened at this point, even if she had sustained quite a few minor injuries. No, she felt... excited. Her foe had finally begun to take this seriously and relish in the joys of combat, and it already began to show within the both of them on how it drew out their secret enjoyment of inflicting pain upon others, to torment them. Henrex's may be more to make them suffer and toy with them, but Nemesis' plans were much different, her ideas varied greatly. It wasn't to make her foe suffer, it was to show them how truly powerless they were and for her to let loose and blow off steam. Her sick desire was much more akin to the feelings of a wild beast. To show your might and devour your foes.

Every little thing that Henrex did only made the demon twitch, not from fear or from jumping, but from trying to actually -keep- herself from lashing out too horribly, to try and restrain herself from succumbing to the excitement that continued to build. Henrex was better alive than dead, for multiple reasons. For the fact that he could participate in more tournament matches, and that if he could feel these emotions all the time, he could become a great ally to her cause. Her reasoning for not lashing out didn't hold very well with the actual being 'inside' of her. In the end, this was an event for Mana herself, to entertain her? What wouldn't be more fun then an absolute bloodbath?

And soon enough, Henrex shifted from touching her and caressing her flesh to staring dead at her. No longer letting both the cold touch of his blade and the freezing feel of his fingers. Now it was simply the two of them, and what he saw from her expression was changing, possibly for the worse. Once beautiful, emerald eyes were slowly changing, warping to widen further, pupils almost blending in as her eye color, no, her eyes changed entirely to a dark crimson. Lips struggled to move to form coherent sentences, her entire body twitching as muscles seemed to spasm.

"Because you're letting go. It's time I do the same."

Fri Aug 05, 2016 10:40 am

THE RAVEN WITH A SHATTERED SOUL

Henrex Astillon

Song: Spear Of Justice (Remix) - Artist: Sayonara Maxwell - Words: 1639

Her eyes. Emerald green. Green....like snakeskin. It was the first time he had actually stared long enough at her eyes to see it. Henrex's body started shaking. They were the same color as....HIS eyes. Dragon Eye. The simple color of his eyes sent Henrex's heart racing in fear. His hands gripped tighter on his sword. But the fear was short lived. Henrex Astillon knew that one thing would come from this. He would get stronger. When he found Dragon Eye, he would kill him. The eye of Henrex soon widened not in fear, but of the transformation that Nemesis had gone through. He had heard of this. Adjustable Demon States. However, this one....was not just a simple state. It was an entire form. It was terrifying. The mere aura of power that the creature that now stood before Henrex was enough to cause any being to shiver in fear.

Let....go.

That is what Nemesis said before she unleashed her power. Let...go. Henrex's eyes soon began to close. He...could release it all. His anger. His HATRED. HIS THIRST FOR THE VENGEANCE OF HIS KIN. His eyes snapped open. A satanic grin broke out onto the young Shinigami's face as his arm soon moved from his body outwards. The blade of the sword slammed into the ground. The boy was snapping. Everything that had shattered him would release. She wanted him to let go? VERY WELL. However, what would begin all of this? The shockwave from Nemesis that would cause Henrex to fly backwards. Skidding backwards on his feet, Henrex knew only one thing would come from this fight. Beautiful, crimson blood.

The mist that covered the battlefield cleared, with the black fog retreating into the sheath where Henrex's Zanpakutō would lie. However, Henrex would simply grin and glare at Nemesis as the boy's mental state would continue to deteriorate. His head would crane to the side and twitch. Henrex Astillon was breaking. He knew that this was the time. Leveling his Zanpakutō, Henrex would only say a small phrase. The new one.

"PIERCE THE HEART AND SEVER THE SOUL WITH A REAPING BLADE, CHIYA!"

As he said this, the blade that Henrex had embedded in the ground would be ripped out by Henrex's arm. The blade of the Shinigami's weapon would ripple with purple and black energy as the phrase activated Henrex's Shikai! It was no longer the Shikai that had been unlocked by Kuro Okami. The training with Cirno Iramasha had allowed him to stabilize it and perfect it, granting him the new form of his Zanpakutō. The weapon would slowly morph and change into it's Shikai form. A loud slamming noise would echo throughout the battlefield as the Shikai conversion would become complete. The large and heavy weapon that was the scythe would soon be picked up by Henrex with both of his hands.

The boy slowly cracked his neck, readying himself to attack, but did not get the chance. His feet were being dragged from under him towards Nemesis. Slamming the massive scythe in front of him to hold his body in place, Henrex would be dragged, but he would not move very, or very fast. However, through all the madness he heard the very last word. Run. He did not run. He had been running all his life. He wasn't going to run anymore. HE WANTED TO FIGHT. The young man had truly lost it now. No longer was he the cowardly, afraid little boy. He was a proud Shinigami of the Covert Operation squad of the Gotei Reformed. His pure black eye glared at the crimson orbs of Nemesis Atavata.

The speed that launched the Demon towards him was indeed a great amount of speed, but Henrex was not worried. In fact, he welcomed the charging aura of wrath that sped towards his body. As she sped towards him, Henrex would grin even more, before ripping the heavy scythe from the ground and begin his response. Single, but powerful slashes from the large blade of the scythe came from Henrex, preventing the blades from Nemesis' back from cleaving him in half. It was only sheer luck that he had not been cut open. However, his luck would not last. A sickening sound came from the boy's chest as one of her claws had managed to hit home. Slashing open the boy's chest, his eyes widened as the pain soon came to realization.

Henrex's body disappeared and reappeared a large distance away from Nemesis. The damage was done. It was painful. A giant gash in the middle of his chest bled the crimson liquid that had previously been held so firmly within his body. Blood dripped onto the ground as long slash marks trailed from the epicenter of the wound to the right side of Henrex. His eyes continued to twitch as his entire body tried to resist the urge to scream.

The boy fell to his knees, panting and wheezing, covering the massive wound on his midsection. The only reason he had not been ripped apart was because of the barrier that he had put up to block her. While it was able to stop her left arm, her right arm broke through the barrier, which left him open to attack. The only problem with his Shikai was the immense weight that the scythe had. It left it very difficult to move quickly at certain points to be a defensive method.

However, that was not the most terrifying thing. The attack had simply tore through his defenses like they were nothing. The attack on it's own had even cut his Durability down. Falling onto his side, Henrex simply lay there, his eyes widened with fear, awe, and panic. He felt something rising within him. What was it? An emotion? More rage? No....it was....something that felt...familiar. It felt....evil. It felt....demonic.

Henrex's eye widened and slowly stained itself, turning from black to red. He could feel something that he felt coming from within Nemesis. Was it...demon energy? The boy slowly rose from his laying position. Rising to his feet, Henrex's head stared at the ground, and his right hand gripped the scythe that was his Zanpakutō. His head rose, revealing his new red eye.

Nemesis was right when she mentioned him being more Demon than Shinigami.

Henrex never knew this, nor did anyone know, but he always had one thing within him. Demonic Origin. However, Henrex had never been able to access it. But now, with him facing a powerful demon, and him being forced to his limits, it seemed that the demonic blood within him was finally rising. After hundreds of years, the demonic energy was returning. His mouth spread out into a satanic grin, and he lifted the scythe over his head, then slammed the massive blade of the weapon into the ground.

His breathing soon began to become more ragged, but this soon turned to deep, demonic growling. A small circle of air would swirl around Henrex's feet as his growling would start and a single sound would pierce it. A roar. The sound rippled throughout the arena, and a large burst of demonic energy would surround Henrex Astillon. Za Koa energy. After a minute of the energy surrounding Henrex's body, the new body would be revealed. An Adjustable Demon State. That is what Henrex unlocked.

However, the mere energy of the Demon blood within him was mixing with his Shinigami blood....in a very bad way. His spiritual energy was out of control. Spiritual energy and Za Koa energy were not meant to mix like this. A large burst of energy shot out from Henrex's body, and a loud roar came from the throat of Henrex Astillon. Stepping forward with single, solid steps, the new form of the boy was revealed.

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The red eye of the boy glared at Nemesis as his arms rose to each one's opposite shoulders. Two large stingers would eject from the "gauntlets" on his wrists, and both stingers would glow with black and red energy. A mix of Henrex's spiritual energy and Za Koa. His lips parted to reveal white teeth in a scowl. Letting his foot slip forward, Henrex leaped forward, with his arms trailing behind him. Approaching Nemesis with immense speed, he would thrust his arms forward, aiming to slash and main her. He didn't care how.

Whipping his arms from the left to the right, Henrex would slash furiously at Nemesis. Piercing stabs, cutting slashes, any type of attack that could be performed with the blades currently, Henrex was doing. Mixing in kicks and blows from other parts of his body, Henrex was simply aiming to completely annihilate his foe. However, simple punches, kicks, and thrusting stabs would not be enough.

Leaping back, Henrex would cross his stinger arms in an X formation. Sliding one of the stingers across the other, a large purple and red energy orb would form at the end, before speeding towards Nemesis. Sending the orb flying would cause an small scale explosion to wherever it landed. Henrex's new red eye widened, and his throat let out a terrifying roar and screech.

He dug his foot into the ground, his red eye glaring daggers at the Bloody Barbie. Kicking off the ground and causing a small bit of terrain to become a crater from it sent the Raven flying towards her, priming his left arm to stab her with the stinger arm. His eye widened, and he stopped. Mere inches from her, his entire body froze. His body slowly changed back to normal. The Adjustable Demon State had vanished. The wide eye of Henrex stared at Nemesis, before he fell to his knees, panting.

What....was that? What the hell just happened? His form soon stood up quickly, using his wings to fly backwards, away from Nemesis. He was confused. Shocked. Afraid. What would happen now? His eye soon turned down to look at his own two hands. One scarred, one clean.

What....was he?

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Sun Aug 07, 2016 5:23 am

Bloody Barbie

Nemesis

Atavata

Song: A Fight to the Death - Artist: Kingdom Hearts 2.5 OST - Words: 1426

Bleed out your last drop, I want to watch you perish...

Feeling flesh torn under one's claws was a feeling that nothing could match. It brought -pleasure- to Nemesis to finally feel such a thing again, to feel herself cause true harm to someone with the intent to wound grievously rather than 'train' someone. The warm pulse staining her claw, the feeling of crimson trickling down her fingers, hearing the sound of flesh being torn from it's place. All of it was music to the Bloody Barbie's ears, and all of it only heightened her senses. With every injury she created, the more inspired she would become, and with the more she sustained, the more bloodthirsty she grew.

"Gonna cry from a flesh wound? You're a fucking Shinigami, don't even -need- blood... or do you? Is what I sensed true? The blood of a demon, a disgusting, filthy half-breed that's tainted with the essence of the dead? Pitiful, maybe if you stopped trying to suppress what you are, you'd have the balls to not whimper from something like that."

The mannerisms Nemesis showed were vastly different. They were much more abusive and taunting, with even foul language mixed in. No longer did she try to watch her conventions or attempt to sound proper, no, she was letting go, and with it came -everything-. From intelligent to irritating, from her speech to her very actions, everything changed. The further along she went in her states, the more and more she became something else, something that wasn't 'Nemesis', but rather Nemesis. A being worthy of that name, to be the nemesis of everything. And honestly? It felt fucking great.

But not as great as what she was feeling now. Oh did it feel -amazing- to sense what Henrex was going through. From all t hat pent up, stored energy finally boiling within him, growing, expanding to the point of it finally bursting. A roar echoing out to signal his change as a familiar essence made itself known.

Za Koa... never was good at it, but finally this pile of flesh is showing his worth. Might make a better demon if he keeps this up.

Nemesis didn't care for what was happening to Henrex, for all she knew, it was amazing. The clashing of energy, the morphing of his body. Every passing moment was a chance for change, and that chance was skewed in her favor. The more he changed, the more -she- won, the more he began to let go, the more -she- began to twitch and shake. She had already begun to corrupt and tempt someone of the Vanguard to obtaining through power through strength, tempting another to leave the Gotei and embrace their more chaotic nature wouldn't only benefit her own ideals, but even benefit Mana's. As the final sinew of flesh was formed, the 'new' Henrex stepped forth to show just what he had.

And already he began to strike at her, dashing forth and letting those claws attempt to tear through her. Each sharp, pointed tip already tearing through flesh, ripping and slicing anything it could touch. Blood was already allowed to freely spurt forth from her body, splattering along both fighters and the ground all over as Nemesis seemed to almost stand there and -take- it for some reason. She had the durability and fortitude to withstand this, to feel herself get torn apart. No matter how hard Henrex tried, just tearing off a limb or performing a strike that was enough to disable a part of her body just couldn't happen. She was bleeding, but every cut was limited to how far they could reach, nothing vital being truly hit. Except from muscles, but at this point, Nemesis only needed a body to house her power, not working muscles.

And now Henrex would begin to see just -why- Nemesis was as powerful as she was. In the middle of his powerful assaul, mixed with kicks, punches, slashed, and everything in between, she snapped at a blinding speed towards him. A usage of an ability Berzerker's Strike. The skill that let someone power through any attack to launch their own, no matter how devastating or fast. Henrex had gotten close, far too close to her. With a single sharp strike at her arm, it seemed to do -nothing- in terms of stopping her, tearing through muscle and even grinding against bone, her arm shot forth and roughly grasped the halfling's neck, blackened nails and claws digging into flesh, already causing minor wounds to appear just from her grip as oxygen was being cut off.

"This is NOTHING. Fucking pathetic, I can't wait to hear your neck snap and your spine to crush under me."

And without any further hesitation, Nemesis went to apply all of her force into the one hand that had grasped his neck, pressure building up almost instantly as fingers attempted to dig into his neck, claws tearing past the fleshy outside to reach deeper within, all to allow her sheer strength to snap his neck while absolutely caving in his throat. It was a rather brutal assault, and one that Mana should be able to heal up the moment the battle ended. It was a bit silly to hold a tournament and to not expect fatal blows to be shot out. Hell, Mana probably had the power to make a brand new body for anyone who died here, but that was something for another time. Right now, Henrex had to find a way to avoid being ended right there.

There was also the possibility that all of this could be avoided if he were able to cancel his assault and jump away before her fingers could reach him. She was moving at the same speed as a fully powered, unhindered strike. But anything was possible, and if he were able to perform a move to get away in time and launch her other attack, the beast would simply stand there and take it. Letting the pure eruption of energy engulf her as a bloodcurdling scream shot forth from her maw. It wasn't one of pain, but of -excitement-. This was hurting her body horrible, but she didn't feel a -thing-. Her flesh was scarred, some spots of her body even missing entire patches of skin to show the raw, red underside that was oozing everywhere. She didn't look like she should be standing but she was.

And any other strong attack would only further empower her. The loss of blood was starting to get an issue, and it could feasibly be a way to end her, but would someone like her really not have a trick against that? Who knew, certainly not Henrex himself, but now there was a new issue. He once again got close to her, and even stopped himself before trying to land a devastating blow. It was a foolish decision, and even being forced to revert back to normal would ultimately lead to his downfall from the fact that Nemesis was mainly here to win.

The 'shinigami' attempted to fly away, shocked, confused, and even afraid of what happened, but Nemesis had her own plans. With the metallic boots covering her feet still, her body zoomed forwards, faster than he could even flay as the boot slammed against his chest, nearly crushing his sternum as he was forcibly brought to the ground, being slammed against pavement as an intimidating amount of pressure was put unto his still wounded, bleeding chest, the bloody, scarred visage of Nemesis right above.

"Demon. Embrace it. Don't run from it. I thought you were done running? Or are you going to go back to hiding with the filth? I don't care now. Die."

And with that, she would attempt to finish him once again by putting all of her strength into crushing his chest, and caving in the cavity to demolish his heart. Both situations involved her attempting to end it right then and there, but the possibility of other outcomes were possible. Such as a random event in the stadium preventing this, Henrex having a counter to her actions, anything was possible. But in both of the scenarios she attempted to make come true, one thing was for certain. She wanted to kill him, she wanted to make him angry so that when, or if, he revived, he would remember her face. He would remember who did this. He would get angry that he was beaten, rage would build up. And eventually, the demon inside would be released.

It was all up to this 'thing', Henrex, to decide his fate here. What will he do?

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Fri Sep 02, 2016 11:04 am

[adm]Just giving a notice to @Yaoxhu that they have 48-72 hours to post before they are skipped. If something happened? Get in contact with my communication thread or reach me. However, this htread needs to move on since the last post in it was on the 10th.[/adm]

Mon Sep 05, 2016 3:10 pm

«EXTENSION GRANTED TO YAO»

Giving Yao an extra 48-72 hours to get their post out since they contacted me and told me what was going on with them. If that post does't come in the next 48-72 hours, then I will have to be forced to move on.