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Subject Post 11PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Sat Jan 28, 2017 12:25 pm




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Alright. Things were about to get started. The male's eyes narrowed slightly as Mirja spoke, a tab bit annoyed at the way she spoke about how he denied the bone-breakage that would have occurred if he had used Flash Step, a small smile coming to his face. Unsure of really why he did so, but a small, inaudible laugh came from him as she spoke her words, before it would fade, and his face would return to the emotionless state that was one of the most common facial expressions that he held in these kinds of days. Thus, with a brief sigh, Henrex would spin around on his heels, facing the opposite direction.

"Alright. I hope you know what you're doing. Better not be leading me into some sort of death trap."

Rely on your own body? Sounds simple enough. Even though I'll be driven to my limits. I'll...need a lot of water after this.

The thought seemed to bring a little bit more worry to the male as he prepared himself to start running. Shaking his head lightly and digging his foot into the ground, Henrex soon took off. Dashing off at around 200 MPH, he was...going relatively fast for his skill in speed. He didn't unseal his wings right away, which was surprising. Normally, one would think that he would use something like that right away. But yet, he didn't. Normally, this would be considered a hindrance, but Henrex welcomed the challenge that would come upon him as he sought ascendance through skill.





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Subject Post 12PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Sat Jan 28, 2017 12:55 pm


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Mirja's smile was one of distinct craze. A smile that nobody would feel comfortable with it being directed at them, even without knowing how Mirja was and could be, it was not a very good smile. And when the smile was in reference to being led into a death trap, well, then that just made the situation she was smiling about all the more spoopy.
"Ohh, Henrex. Of course I am leading you into a Death Trap. What sort of training would this be if there wasn't a death trap? The trick is surviving the death trap and becoming stronger for it. Otherwise, what is the point?"

This was, the mind of Mirja Eeola. If you were going to die and then you didn't, you had gotten better at not dying and that was a lovely skill to have. She gave Henrex a few seconds to take off before following him casually, matching his speed perfectly. Since it was sub-sonic it was easy enough to talk to him since they weren't outrunning their words. Not that she believed him capable of going supersonic, because if this was his max, then he was way off the sound barrier.

"You know, I really hope you can go faster than this and you just have a lengthy warm up or something because we are not stopping, and if you don't pick it up we are going to get where we are going very late in the day. Possibly not even today, there is a lot land to clear. Like, really a lot. Africa is hella big and we are sort of at the bottom of it running upwards towards the top of it and through into Asia, I think. Asia is connected to Africa, right?" She babbled, as if running so fast was such a natural thing to her that she didn't even need to focus on where she was going or maintaining the pace, which sort of fit her really. Ever since she had developed the speed to go faster than sound, that had become an obsession for her. Perpetually driven to be faster, in everything.

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Subject Post 13PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Fri Feb 17, 2017 6:32 pm




Song: Watching For Comets - By: Skillet - Word Count: 563



There were things that were not usually noticeable when one was trying to focus on other things. One of those things would be the facial features that people made. Well, for Henrex, this kind of thing was easy to spot. And so, it would be made very clear by his returning expression that he saw the crazed face of the wolf, and was not entirely happy about something like that. After all, who would want to see someone stare at you like a psychopath? But, he had no room to really complain. After all, they both were insane.

A small grin taunted Henrex's cheeks as he continued to put on this burst of speed, with him allowing his arms to drape behind him for multiple reasons, each one branching off the other. The first one being that he was a ninja, and it was something that they did to have the wind flow around them, to allow them to go even faster than they already could. This was but only a part of what he could do. Two hundred miles an hour wasn't really something that was too impressive for some people, but Henrex didn't want to end up draining himself in mere moments, now did he?

But then, there was the comment about the whole death trap that he had mentioned such a short time ago. If he were to be entirely honest, her answer was somewhat surprising. However, she wasn't exactly wrong, nor right. There was always a death trap in training. The trick was just learning how to avoid it, or defeat it. So, a small bit of laughter came from the male's throat and lips, with his head nodding by the slightest.

"Touche, Mirja."

Turning his head back to face forward, the male would continue at his pace, while his mind went to work. He was a thinker, and the one thing that he did in his spare time, which was traverse the recesses of his mind, and allow himself to come up with a multitude of ideas, upon other things. It was something that he strangely loved. But, he would not be allowed to be within that trance for long, as Mirja would speak once again, and the boy's mind immediately began to process the words that the wolf girl said to him.

Currently, the comments were about his current speed level, and how he wasn't going very fast. So, a simple sigh would come from him, and his eyes would close for a moment, before snapping open once again, and his body would dash of at his absolute best amount of speed, six hundred miles an hour. Or, in more practical terms, eight-hundred feet per second. He zipped past everything that stood in his way, animals, obstructions, anything. Mirja would most likely be able to keep up with his speed, considering Henrex's mild knowledge of her mastery over the skill, but the point still stood that he know was going even faster than before.

And so, upon this activation, Henrex would only speak of this to Mirja:

"Yes, Asia is connected to Africa. Not by much, but it's still connected. I do hope wherever you're leading me is somewhere that will aid in this training."

Keeping his speed, the male would continue to simply push every ounce of his energy into speed for now. All he needed to do right now was to keep going...

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Subject Post 14PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Fri Feb 17, 2017 7:18 pm


Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





Henrex Henrex'd across the African plain, running faster than most cars, or trains, and yet Mirja was still on edge. Antsy that she wasn't going as fast as she could, that there wasn't anything being pushed to the limit and then said limit snapped violently and pushed even further. She wanted to grab Henrex and break his legs and then launch him into the horizion like a demented javelin thrower, and then chasing off after him as fast she could go, throwing him again and again as she caught up to him. This desperate need for speed was something she would probably have to get under wraps eventually, before it drove her mad, but right now, she was lost in the need for it. And getting it under wraps was something that happened to other people, people that didn't need the speed like she needed it.

Henrex was going so slow! But then he tried to distract her by saying touch in some random language that made it sound like he was going to run away. What kind of language could make her think that was a strange language indeed but then that could be said about every language ever.
"You aren't touching anything, sunshine" She exclaimed back at him, grinning and then getting a fly smack into her teeth, which made her pause her talking - but not her running, amazingly enough - to scrape it off before looking back to Henrex, who was doing a better job of running now. About, three times as fast as he was before, Mirja decided. It was good that he could go faster, so she would just let him run as he ran and hope that he got even faster. She was not going to be able to keep her temperament smooth while on the wrong side of the sound barrier for much longer.

"Of course you Microcephalic Addlepate! Why would I drag you out here and make you use your weedy under-developed Henrex Legs if I was not leading you somewhere were you could use your weedy under-developed Henrex arms?!" She screamed, mostly because they were going very fast now and normal talking volume wouldn't suffice if she wanted him to hear it. But mostly because she was going to slow! So she decided to rectify that and took off like a rocket towards the horizon. There was a loud boom, and a hearty displacement of air as Mirja took off, creating a thick mach cone in front of her as she hit her current limit, just over mach three. She could get where they were going in about two and a half hours at this speed, but Henrex would be left so far behind if she did. So she carried on far enough to let the wind sooth her heart - the peace of speed was just something she could never get enough of - and then returned back to the Raven with a smile, much calmer than before.

"Anyway, yes. We are going somewhere you will be very sufficiently tested in your martial prowess. If we ever get there. Could you pick up the pace because keeping up with your granny mobile level sloth is pissing me off and makes me want to tear people's heads off and use them as nunchucks!"

Ok, maybe not quite so much calmer.

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Subject Post 15PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Sat Feb 18, 2017 9:43 am




Song: Watching For Comets - By: Skillet - Word Count: 755



This was...amazing.

Strangely, Henrex had never really understood the love for speed before. Flash Step was something that he loved using, and it was something he wanted to put a large amount of training into because of that. But, there was always that little question that bugged him by the slightest in the back of his mind. What was it like to have that kind of speed naturally? It wasn't a question he had decided to take action on since recently, since he was more focused on other things, and accidentally neglecting his skill's progress in the meantime. So, to set his mind on this and this alone to get better was something that really opened his eyes to speed.

And it was glorious. The smile that he had previously slowly began to return, and as his limits were pushed, he could feel himself becoming less and less strained on his current speed. It wasn't by much, but it was definitely a start. So, Henrex continued to force himself to his limits. Each and every time that he found himself becoming less strained, he would force himself into that feeling again. It was a sign that he could go farther, and that he could keep getting faster by forcing his limits over and over, even if it was by the slightest margins.

But, Mirja seemed to have misunderstood what he had said. Touche usually meant the acceptance of a statement of another. But, Mirja seemed to have interpreted it as a touch of some sort. So, when she responded, that small smile spread out even further on his face, and he laughed slightly. And then, a fly smacked into her face, only causing the boy to laugh even more, before turning himself to face forward once again. He didn't have to worry about something like that. His spiritual aura incinerated anything like that the moment they got close to him.

But, Mirja spoke yet again, yelling at him for his second question. Then, she zipped off like a bullet. No, faster than that actually. A small whistle came from Henrex as he watched that, before twisting his neck to both sides, hearing loud cracks as a response. Quickly taking in a large sum of air from a brief inhale, before pushing himself to the new limits of what he could do. He had been running for a quite a large amount of time, and he could feel himself able to fun faster. So, he decided that he would try to test that. By driving his body to it's new limits once again, he found himself zipping off at precisely Mach 1 speeds.

While he was not entirely able to catch up with Mirja, he was able to bring himself a bit closer to what her speed had been before. Just as he was about to push his body further, the silver-haired wolf girl zipped back to him, grinning ever still like the insane wolf that she was. The mismatched eyes of the male narrowed, before listening to her once again. This time, he didn't laugh. Instead, he simply smiled and nodded briefly, before his left hand would reach over to his right side, and his pale digits would wrap around the handle of his Zanpakuto, and rip it from the sheath.

Twisting the weapon so that he now held it backwards, Henrex would then allowing his arms to drift back into the wind, resuming the running form that he had taken on before. Continually bursting forward with small bits of speed as he felt his limits being increased further and further, Henrex eventually could feel himself approaching a slightly larger gap of range when it came to his natural speed. So, turning his head towards Mirja and causing a barely visible energy thread to form in between their heads, Henrex would form a telepathic connection between them, as they were approaching the point where they really shouldn't be able to speak at that point.

"I've set up a telepathic line for us, to avoid us screaming into nothing because of the speeds we're going to end up travelling at. How far away are we from where you're taking us?"

As he spoke these words, Mirja would most likely be able to see him gradually increasing in his speed. It wasn't by too high of a bar, but it was still something that she would definitely be able to notice. If things continued the way they were, he hoped to find himself able to move just as fast as she could, possibly even faster.

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Subject Post 16PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Sat Feb 18, 2017 10:08 am


Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





It was about time. Henrex seemed to really grasp how beautiful speed was when you got down to it. A man in his horse-cart suddenly put into a super car would probably both be scared and enthralled. Here, it was easy to see how Mirja could get so wrapped up in being faster. Since she had such little peace of mind and heart, this was an addiction she could never shake. Returning to him, Henrex was pushing faster until finally the sound barrier went crack and he was on the other side. An eerie feeling, probably. Outrunning all noise, it was deathly silent, he would not be able to hear his own breathing, his heart beating, his feet hitting the ground. And that, was part of the reason why Mirja liked it. This silence was perfect for putting your thoughts in order. And Mirja had a lot of thoughts to be put in order.

Then, came a telepathic link from Henrex, something that he would probably come to regret because Mirja's mind was quite the busy one these days. He was pushing himself further, which was kind of bad, so she had to warn him now that he had broached mach 1 and was in the realms of supersonic speeds. It didn't go down very well, however, as a cacophony of voices rang out. One akin to Mirja, but softer and more innocent, one a deep, heavy booming sound, like a mountain speaking, one that, even without being able to see her, sounded like her face was in a perpetual haughty sneer, and one familiar.

'Who's that?'
'It is Henrex'
'Don't push it to hard'
'The morbid one?'
'Yes, the very same'
'Bite him!'
'Mach speed is different to normal'
'Not everything can be solved with biting, you know'
'I will prove you wrong!'

A sudden cry of surprise rang out in Mirja's head before the booming voice replied.
'Ladies. Do not fight. It is unbecoming'
'I was not fighting! I was biting! It's a difference'
'Not a difference to me! I wish you'd stop with the random pouncing you mad woman!'
'You know, I'm just going to give up. You'll know when we get there'
'I am Iko! The Hollow-Pouncing Wolf! I do not stop with the pouncing!'
'I thought you were the Snow-Throwing Wolf
'I am many things!'

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Subject Post 17PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Sat Feb 18, 2017 12:11 pm




Song: Armed and Ready - By: RWBY V4 OST - Word Count: 785



Inhale, exhale. Inhale, inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

This was the track of breathing that the male was performing at this moment in time. While he could not hear anything around him, aside from what came in and registered into his brain. It was something that he had learned from his training in the hidden village of the ninja. Dragon Breathing, an old breathing style that had been used and retaught throughout the clan for centuries. It revolved around building up the body's natural endurance through breathing. Not exactly endurance, but it was something that helping people be able to use more physical energy to go even faster than they usually could.

But, Henrex wasn't even paying attention to his breathing. He couldn't even hear it. He could only hear the millions of voices that shot through his head at a time, and the thoughts that went through Mirja's mind. He continued to run and run, loving every minute of it. But, there was one thing that had been distracting him The clamor of voices that went out in Mirja's head. They were all something that Henrex wasn't entirely paying attention to, but there were certain lines that he did hear, and took note of. Those were of the ones saying not for him to push himself, and mach speed was different than normal.

Had he really hit mach speed? Was that why he couldn't hear anything? His eyes remained glaring at the distance, his body still moving at exactly 1125 feet per second. No matter how hard he tried, the world had deafened itself from how fast he was going. Sound couldn't keep up. However, there was something that was going to be a problem. And that was the fact that his energy was draining extremely fast. Not his spiritual energy, or demon energy, mind you, but his physical energy. As his mind became more and more attuned with how his body was taking this kind of push.

Well, to put it simply, it wasn't exactly taking it well. Like the body naturally would react from being pushed this far beyond his natural limits, the physical energy of the being in question, as said before, would be drained much faster than normal. Not only that, but Henrex soon found it being hard to breath in the atmosphere. But, he would attempt to try something. As his body continued to practically burn itself out from the toll that this speed was having on his body, he would utilize his energy in a way that he never really thought he would find himself doing.

There were beings that could transfer their energy into physical power. After reading in the Shinigami Archives about something such as that, Henrex had made a note about that, and sought to try it out at some point. However, he had no real need to use his energy to increase his physical strength. So, why not use it to do something similar to that? that is exactly what Henrex did. By using a combination of the two energies that resided in his body, Henrex allowed his energies to quickly flow throughout his body and soothe this burning pain from going at this speed, as well as allow him to maintain this kind of speed for a good deal longer by relaxing the previously aching legs into a sort of neutral state, and giving his lungs a small bit of artificial air to keep himself from burning his lungs out.

A quick breath came from the male as he continued to plow on with this training. At that point, he had tuned out of Mirja's mental speech for a small bit of time. But, as he tuned back in, he was just in time to get that little bit from her about her giving up, and that he would know when they got there. Resuming his Dragon Breathing, and his special little wind-flow manipulation trick, Henrex went back into accessing the deepest folds of his mind as they traveled across the Africa plain. Even with all of this, he would always find himself traversing back to the thought of where they were going.

It was something that he couldn't shake. She said that they were going somewhere that would test his martial prowess. Hopefully that would be something that would deal with the skills he had mentioned back in her cafe...place. However, as time were to pass, Henrex soon found himself staring at some sort of structure up ahead. Was that it? If so, that was a good thing. If not, then...that obstruction was about to be completely annihilated by the multiple factors that were in play with the two hybrid creatures that were closing in insanely quickly.

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Subject Post 18PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Sat Feb 18, 2017 12:41 pm


Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





'Bite him!'
'Biting is not the solution'
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'Iko!'

What a fun thing to come into for Henrex. Mirja bet he thought he was being right clever with his whole telecommunication thing, only to realize that there was a lot of other people on the phone as well. So from the way he didn't reply, Mirja assumed that he was going to not say anything, either he caught her message - which seemed the thing from him not going much faster than this - or he just decided not to try and fight the HORDE that was Mirja's mind. Beowulf, Iko, and Hvit, all argued and got bit, and had 'Grass-rolling fun time' as Iko called it, much to Hvit's partial dismay. That girl had no idea how she actually felt about Iko, one minute it was bad, the next it was good, and she snuggled in close.

But all that was worried for a sub-sonic Mirja. Right now she just had the peace of speed. Her body was not one that got fatigued quickly, and her muscles were powerful enough to avoid any degree of strain put on them by extended activity. Henrex, well, either he was stronger than she expected, or he had found some trick to avoid the same. She had expected him to slow down a bit into the run as pushing to his limits burned him physically. He seemed more an energy guy and not one to focus on his body as much. Either way, he kept up, retaining his sound barrier goodness. Time passed, minutes became hours, and then hours became many hours. She didn't know exactly how many, but from the position of the sun, they had been at it about ten hours since setting off from Vastime. She had dropped her mask on and off over the hours, Hvit not quite able to sustain prolonged usage like this, but managing quite a while before resting.

In the distance, she could see the wooden watchtower of the camp, and took off, peeling away from Henrex and hitting the wooden base at mach three plus. The velocity, and density of the object hitting the tower obliterated it, sending shattered beams of wood and splinters flying everywhere. At least now Henrex wouldn't have to get hurt hitting it, not being super durable like Mirja was.
"Raven! Don't kill the girls! Everyone else is fair game!" She exclaimed, as he came up behind her. The camp turned into a flurry of activity, screams of 'The Demon Wolf' rending the air, and then a deep, rage filled roar came over it all.
"Ohh, they have a Troll" she muttered, before said troll appeared and smashed it's massive fist into Mirja, taking her off her feet to a roar of triumph and anger.

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Subject Post 19PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Sat Feb 18, 2017 3:38 pm




Song: Armed and Ready - By: RWBY V4 OST - Word Count: 2,109



This would be something that Henrex would come to enjoy. As time continued to pass, that would be the one thing that would be plaguing his mind, but it was a good thought to have in the mind. Even if it was no longer his physical strength alone that was powering him onward. Soon, needed aspects of the body simply became little thoughts in the back of his mind. Hunger, thirst, all of it was simply nothing while his mind was in this state of being. He had even severed the mental connection between the two. There was not really much of a point to keep it there, as there was already enough of a horde in Mirja's mind as is.

So, the male now remained with his mind uttering not even a whisper from neither his alternate persona, Chiya, or thoughts in general. His entire mind had gone blank. Well, there was still one thought that still remained in his head. That would be his curiosity of the strange specs of color that he had seen, and they were currently closing in on. Fueling more and more energy into his body, the male continued to go at the same pace as he had been for so long now. As his head tilted upwards slightly, he could see that the sun had began to set. How long had they been out there? A few hours? No, it had to be a lot longer than that. Ten hours, at max.

With his abnormally good memory, he quickly thought back on everything around him when he had shown up to her little coffee shop. Specifically, if she had a clock in that place. As his mind searched the mental recreation of an image of the shop, he soon remembered the time, and was pretty impressed with how long and how far they had been running. It had been ten hours. As he turned his head to the right to see how Mirja was holding up -- most likely perfectly fine, he didn't see her. His head moved from side to side, before focusing itself forward, and seeing that she had shot forward, even faster than she had been before.

It seemed that this place was where they were going. And so, Henrex's body kicked itself into gear, and his body shot off as well. Not as fast as Mirja was going, but it was still faster than he had been. As he closed in, he began to slow down so that he could tune himself back into the sound of the world. As he did, he heard Mirja yell for him not to kill the girls, but yet everyone, and most likely everything else was fair game. Why not the girls? A moment of confusion settled over the mind of Henrex, and he simply decided to go for it. First, he would wipe out a portion of what currently stood in his way with a single swipe.

The hand that grasped the sword moved back to his side, sliding the steel of his Zanpakuto back into the sheath. As his eyes closed, his hand still remained tightly gripped around the handle of the weapon. He was prepared for what would come next. Just as his body began to move past everything that was heading towards him, his hand went into action, ripping the sword from the sheath, and the sound of metal scraping against wood screamed outwards, and Henrex's body would soon come to an immediate halt, and the sword would be sheathed once again.

The moment that this happened, quite a few of the people that had been in his way before were now laying on the ground, either cleaved entirely in half, or choking on their own blood from how precise and quick that one single slash had been issued from the blade of Henrex Astillon's Zanpakuto. Iaido, the sword style he found himself using to initiate, and conclude a quick fight between someone. As his eye slid open, he heard the screams of people, screaming the words Devil Wolf, The Demon Wolf, and so on. That was something that Henrex found interesting. She knew of where this place had been before they actually set off, and these people knew of her.

This was something that he would have to get information out of when they got back from this little training session/mission. So, the male's eye slowly slid open, revealing the strange design of the orb that resided in the socket of his eye. His body immediately began moving, something like a "combat mode" activating in the mind of the Raven, with the seal of his wings on his back shattering, and spreading wide, and him taking to the air. The sound of a roar is what caught his attention. A large...beast stomped it's way towards Mirja, and punching her with it's massive, meaty fist. Sending her flying, Henrex's body began to flash step in response.

Quickly using his energy to swap the appearance and power of his Zanpakuto, Henrex would now be seen using the two tonfa that he had planned to use before they had set off on this escapade. The power of his Zanpakuto would be split in half, with each tonfa holding a half of the original power of Chiya. But, this would not be the only thing he would be doing with his energy. As Mirja went flying, she would soon find herself impacting a Master level barrier that would halt her movement, and causing her to fall directly downward to another Master level barrier, breaking her fall. Both barriers would feel as soft and light as feathers, and Mirja would most likely not sustain any damage from them.

Leaping into action, Henrex would begin the attack on the strange giant that had seemingly come out of nowhere. The first thing that it would register would be the multitude of insanely fast strikes that would strike at the freak's midsection. With the amount of power that was both in Henrex's arms, and the power that Chiya was placing into the two weapons, the Troll would find itself suffering from broken bones and torn muscle, as well as a large amount of severe bleeding from the second round of attacks. As he finished his first assault, his wings would bring him upwards, and the weapon that he held would now change.

Merging back into one, and increasing in both size and mass, the tonfa that had been in his hands now was a single, giant, cavemen-styled club -- albeit much, much larger. Heaving the new massive weapon over his head, Henrex would bring this item down on the Troll's skull, aiming to break the overgrown thickness that was the bone in it's head. If this connected, it could be possible that the Troll would be in an unbelievable amount of pain from all that had happened, and the aftermath. The effects of this attack would lead to multiple chips of bone being lodged into the skull of this beast, and a very large headache that would take more than just some Tylenol to get rid of.

Breaking off the connection with the club and the beast's head, Henrex would allow himself to quickly drop to the ground, before zipping away with Flash Step, a small grin appearing onto his face as his Zanpakuto changed form once again. Reducing drastically in size, the previous massive item would change itself into six, six-star throwing weapons. More commonly known among the ninja as shuriken. Three people began to rush him, dressed from head to toe in pitch riot gear. As they grew near, Henrex's body would instinctively flip upwards, before flicking his arms outward, sending the shuriken flying towards them. They most likely wouldn't end up penetrating that armor that they had, but the form that they held was not the most deadly part of them.

As his connection with his energy immediately took hold, the shuriken that he had thrown would change their form from the small and seemingly harmless weapons that they had take before, now large spikes that would impale and most likely end up murdering the three who had been foolish enough to rush him. As he soon landed on the ground, he turned around the see who else was there, he seriously screwed up. As he turned around, he found himself face to face with a dagger that would end up thrusting into his left eye. While he already couldn't see out of that eye, it didn't mean that it didn't surprise him, or that it wasn't painful.

Blood spewed from his eye, and his hands shot to the new wound, and he screamed in pain, his other eye closing for a moment. The color of red seeped into the palm of his hand, and leaked from the cracks in between his fingers. His eye shot open, and rage fueled his body.

His hands lowered from the now empty socket of his eye, lowering to his side, before clenching tight. His other eye snapped open, and the next events would only be able to be described as destructive. Henrex's energy was very well tied to his emotions, and when he was angry, there was one of two reactions. Lightning, or fire. This was something that had recently been discovered by Henrex, which had lead to him making sure to keep his emotions in check. But, this was a time where he was too angry to do so. So, sparks of black and purple electricity would begin to shine from both of his hands, before they would rise from his sides, and point towards the air.

As his hands remained in the air, Henrex's eye glared at his enemy, before a large orb of black energy would form itself into the air, with sparks flying from it. His locked mouth would slowly part, before releasing five words, which would spell out the death of the one who had gouged out his eye.

"KIRIN."

As soon as these words were said, the orb above his head would instantly begin shifting and changing it's form, eventually becoming the shape and size of an immensely large dragon, before it would charge down towards it's target. The moment that it would touch the ground, it's form would change into that of a large pillar that would send down electricity throughout that area. If they were to be hit by this, it would result in the practical absolute incineration of the receiver of this powerful move. It was something that would be very hard to receive this without being severely injured. This move was something that had the potential of putting even the best Hierro to shame.

As his body began to recover from using such a large amount of energy, there was one factor that was already working on combining with something else to replace what had been lost. His demon energy, and his spiritual energy quickly began to work on repairing his left eye. But, this time, it would be more than just a dead eye that would remain in the socket. As it slowly regenerated, there would be several noticeable differences from the other. Instead of just a simple grey and white combo, this one would be purely grey color, with black ripples along the eye. Six markings resided near the pupil, with three being just about touching the iris.


Heavy, exhausted breaths came from the mouth of the Raven as he glared at whatever stood in front of him. His wings began to spread once again, and his Zanpakuto reformed into the shape of the twin tonfa from before once again. Three more of those riot gear men ran towards him with their weapons drawn, Henrex crouched down slightly, before flash stepping forwards, and releasing ten precise strikes to various locations on the body, not caring what kind of damage they did, before immediately twisting around with a new weapon generated from his ability to freely manipulate his Zanpakuto in any way that he chose: a single naginata. Twirling the spear-like weapon above his head, the blade swiftly came down, cleaving through the three minion's armor as if it were butter.

Then, three more attacks would be issued from the male's weapon, attacking the heads, arms, and midsections of the Perfectus that stood in front of him, which would aim to cleave their heads, arms, and chests off of their bodies. Quickly turning his wrist, and twirling his fingers, the naginata spun in his hand, before he allow his arm to drop back to his side, returning to the standard form of a katana. Now, it was their turn to respond to what he had just done.

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Subject Post 20PostSubject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja]   Sat Feb 18, 2017 4:30 pm


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Henrex was certainly going all out in there. He needed someone who wanted to kill him to really evolve, and the Perfectus would deliver. Fortunately, she took the Troll, since they only really cared about here. Bastards would wade through a river of lava just to bleed on her shoes. They truly were unfortunate creatures.
'You good?' Mirja asked Hvit, wanting to make sure that the girl was ready for what Mirja was about to do.
'Yea, I can handle it' Hvit replied, casual chat was one thing, combat was another. And in combat, Hvit was rather more serious than she was when just chatting.
'Be Careful!' Iko exclaimed, always worried for Mirja when she came to a fight. And when she was relying on Hvit. The Hollow girl needed a solid talk. Mirja would get around to sorting that out one of these days, but for now, she had a Troll.

A Troll thoroughly pissed off by Henrex's attacks, but not enough for it to change targets. The mere idea of changing targets was not something it's limited mental capacity could handle. So it just roared and charged Mirja, who spawned her Six Guns of Black Heaven, activated Silent Scream, and caught the punch head on, grasping his arm and tearing off the fist, so there was little more than a stump left at the end of his wrist. It wouldn't do a lot to stop it, but it would reduce the combat effectiveness of the beast. And Mirja wasn't here to kill it, she was here to keep it off Henrex's back while he went spare on the base. He needed someone who could match him, not something that would just try to pummel his face in and then pummel the ground that his face was now occupying.

Suddenly, a massive pillar of lightning came from the sky, and incinerated pretty much any non-Eve it touched. Those girls had enough protection and insulation properties to shrug off Terrawatts of energy. The others, not so lucky. There was a smell of blood in the air, something sharp and bitter, but Mirja brushed it off. There was going to be a lot of blood in the air from this fight.

"Ohh, almost forgot! Try not to kill the Captain!" Mirja exclaimed, stopping one of the Troll's punches with her Mask-enhanced Guns. "It's fine if you do, but try to keep him alive, I need to ask some questions! You'll know who he is. Flashy armour, stupid sneer, and a punch fit to take your head clean off!" She exclaimed, before returning her attention to the Troll, and pushing back enough to throw him off balance, then rushing in. With all eight fists perfectly aligned, she delivered a blow that shattered the monster's femur. It wouldn't hurt him, but he would be physically unable to move as fast as he did, since his skeletal structure lost some support now he was down to one femur. As much as it didn't care for anything but punching, it was still forced to obey the laws of physics, after all.

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