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Subject Post 21Subject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja] Mon Feb 20, 2017 6:55 pm
Song: Armed and Ready - By: RWBY V4 OST - Word Count: 2,525
After everything that had just transpired, there was a plethora of things that were going through Henrex's head, and a multitude of emotions that were rushing through his nerves. But one of the things that were prime and set in his current mindset was that he wasn't done. While he had spent a large amount of his own energy creating such a large-scale attack that practically annihilated a lot of enemies that had been standing in his way, but there was still more. So, Henrex knew that he had to keep going. The first thing that stood in his path would be someone dressed in head to toe in pitch black. His new rippled eye burned into the lack of eye holes in the suit.
What was this strange eye doing? Well, it was currently scanning everything about what he was looking at. Scanning their energy level, for one. When his Eye of Rebirth finished scanning the Eve Project, he could tell that this strange being was not very strong on their own. Perhaps that was why they were wearing that strange suit? Either way, he couldn't be too sure about that. In one of his previous fights on the Moon, he had fought someone named Sonny Ray. They were an Arrancar who had the power level of someone similar to this being, but they possessed a vastly large amount of abilities, powers, and whatnot. It had been a challenge to defeat him; but then again, he was much weaker then.
Now, he was stronger. So, with that thought in mind, the male gripped his katana with both of his hands, before enacting a pulling motion on the handle, yanking away another katana from the original. With a simple flick of his wrists, the two blades of the weapons immediately grew slack, and fell to the ground in pieces...or did it? Lifting up the handles of the two weapons, one would be able to plainly see the wire that connected the pieces of the sword together. Drawing his arms back, Henrex let loose with his attacks, attacking with every ounce of his strength against the Eve Project.
As he attacked, he would begin to draw closer and closer to her, who as of then, had only been defending against his attacks. As he drew his arm back, his mind soon went back to what Mirja had said before they had began this. Save the girls. That is what made him hesitate. Closing his eyes and sighing, Henrex lowered his arm. That was his mistake. The moment that he did that, the girl took action. Leaping forward and striking with her foot, a quiet grunt came from Henrex, before his body was sent flying from the blow. Spreading his wings out so that he could slow his movements, Henrex turned around so that he could put his hands on the ground, and hopefully be able to get back up quicker.
But, his luck would get even worse from what it had been before. As his hands skid against the ground from his landing, his head upturned to what he was about to run into. His right eye soon would receive the same treatment as his left, as he was staring directly at a tent pole. His wings flapped back and forth crazily as he tried to slow himself down from piercing his other eye on the loose item. But, he had started too late to stop himself at this point. Slamming his hands on the ground, and digging his fingers into the ground as a last ditch attempt to stop himself, he felt his body slowing down, but not enough to fully avoid the spike.
Entering his eye and sending pain shrieking into his nerves, causing a loud scream of pain to erupt from the mouth of the Raven, and his hands frantically went to grasp at the pole, locking his hands around it and yanking it free from his eye socket in short time, causing a large amount of blood to spew from the new wound. Once again he was now half blind. Gritting his teeth to try and bear the pain, Henrex turned around to see the girl from before now closing in on him, before leaping forward and sending a kick his way.
Snapping his fingers, Henrex held his hand outward, and he soon felt the handle of his sword zip into his hand, to which he quickly brought his arm form his side, and the snake weapon with it, making single slash with the weapon, and all of the links of the blade followed the movements of the swing, causing the foot of the Eve Project to soon have heavy lacerations at the center base of the bottom of their foot. As soon as the snake sword's wire was far enough for him to avoid damaging himself, Henrex would thrust his foot upwards and forwards, kicking the girl away, before using his free hand to cover his now second missing eye.
There was still the question...would this one grow back? it was a scary thought for him, having just recently, and so very briefly been able to see with both eyes. But, that answer would soon be to come. Lowering his hand back down to his side, removing it from his eye, the empty black socket that his eye had been soon began to regrow itself. You see, with him having such a large mastery over the manipulation of anything regarding his energy, it would be very possible for him to regrow items that were destroyed on his physical body. And so, this new eye would be the second demonstration of that.
With the color dimming from the previous crimson red to a sclera of mostly pitch black, and several star-shaped symbols taking form within the iris, Henrex's new eye was just like the other one in a single aspect: strange. Blood continually ran down his cheek from where his tear ducts were, with Henrex simply ignoring the fact that the blood was there. His head turned towards Mirja, hearing her yell out about not killing the captain, since she wanted to ask him a few questions. That was not a problem. Pressing his thumb over his index finger, a loud crack from his hand would be heard.
That same action would soon be repeated with every finger on his hand. As he did this, the sound of footsteps would register into his ears, and his mind quickly was able to determine what was coming towards him. It was the girl, yet again, and she was determined to attack. But, this whole situation had really started to bring back the rage that had abandoned his system for such a brief time. But now, it was all coming back. As the Eve Project girl would leap from the ground and aim a kick towards Henrex, his head would simply turn towards her, and glare at her.
Since she was an NPC, there would be little problem with what was about to happen next. The moment that his eyes set on her, fire would burst from where his gaze was placed. Not normal flames -- far from it. This was the personified representation of the rage of the sun goddess Amaterasu. When she was enraged, her flames dimmed as black as midnight, and the heat grew hotter than anyone believed they ever could. And so, by channeling his energy through the Reiatsu vents in his eyes, and manipulating their heat level and shape, he could create this dangerous level of fire.
However, it didn't seem like the girl was stopped, and the attack was swiftly delivered to his left cheek, with enough force to send Henrex flying once again, landing and skidding against the ground. Leaping to his feet immediately after stopping, Henrex's eyes once again set on the girl, seeing the black flames slowly dwindle down into nothing, and the girl charging at him once again to deliver more attacks. Bringing the two snake weapons back into one, Henrex quickly rose his sword in front of his face, catching the foot of the girl with the flat of the weapon, before hurling her backwards.
Bringing his sword to his shoulder, he would quickly leap forward, before his body would vanish, then reappear. After this, the same thing would occur over and over again, with the slight difference being that he was now flash stepping from left to right over and over again, before appearing in front of the girl, before disappearing, and once again appearing behind the girl. Multiple, if not hundreds of dents would be visible within the Eve Project's bodysuit. This combination of Flash Step, Iaido, and Zanjutsu would be something with enough speed to rival the Shunpo skill Senka.
As he turned around, his eyes quickly noticed something off about the bodysuit. That would have been that the suit itself wasn't entirely sort of a "one-piece" design. He didn't get to look at the rest of the suit for long, as the girl quickly spun around and sent another kick flying towards him. Henrex's arm immediately went for his sword, drawing the weapon once again and blocking one of her feet with the flat of the blade, before receiving a kick to the face that would send him flying once again. There wasn't any real pain that he was feeling from the blow, but it was something that would eventually begin to drain on his durability.
As he once again repelled the attacker, his mind drifted back to that of the Captain, and what Mirja had said about him. His eyes flicked around for a moment, realizing that he hadn't seen him yet.
A powerful punch to the face greeted Henrex, sending him skidding across the dirt by the heels of his boots. Stopping soon after the hit was delivered, his head rose to stare into a pair of smug eyes. The two still mismatched eyes of the male narrowed as the man in front of him flexed his fingers outwards, before curling them back into the looks of a fist once again. His eyes quickly scanned the attire of the man, remembering that Mirja said that the Captain was wearing flashy armor. As his eyes settled on the armor, it was all to clear that it would be the kind of armor that a lot of people would consider "flashy".
And so, he knew that he had found the captain. Now, with this knowledge in place, Henrex's eyes snapped open wide, causing ten pitch black flames to burst to life on the armor to test it's durability, and heat resistance. But, this guy didn't seem to be as dumb as he appeared to be. The moment that he saw the jet-black flames of the sun goddess's rage ignite on his armor, his grin simply grew bigger. Gritting his teeth, Henrex quickly caused his eyes to go even wider, and more black flames would burst to life onto the armor. However, even then, there was no avail. The Captain let out a loud, booming laughter, before charging forward and backhanding Henrex away.
Wings spreading out much earlier than before, Henrex's body was soon to slow, much unlike the last times he had been hurled away, or backhanded, or anything of the sort. Quickly landing on his feet, Henrex began to bring his sword up to his shoulder so that he could begin another attack, but...another thought came to mind. Closing his eyes and moving his sword to his sheath, Henrex's eyes opened once again, before his hands outstretched, and he began to channel his energy through the vents of spiritual energy in his hands. It wasn't as much as the Crash of the Thunder God from before, but it was going to be just as dangerous. Sparks of lightning began to spawn from his hand, shooting outwards and singing the ground as it made contact.
Henrex's eyes locked onto the armor of Captain, sending wave after wave of pitch black flames ablaze on the surface of the armor, before leaping forward with two items, one in each hand. An orb of lightning, sparking and glowing with power. Kicking off the ground, Henrex quickly leaped into the air. As Henrex neared him, his arms would thrust forward, forcing the two orbs towards the Captain, sending the equivalent of twenty lightning bolts towards the captain's armor. But, that was not the worst to come. With his right hand wrapping around the black handle of his sword, he swiftly drew the weapon before, hefting it over his head and slamming it down.
While it did not cut clearly through, there was tremendous effect to the area surrounding them. Upon contact with the suit of armor, the ground beneath the captain was quickly caved in, with the captain himself sinking around two feet into the ground from the amount of strength that was put into this attack. His eyes widened, and more flames began to spark to life on the armor, before Henrex leaped back into the air, then slammed back down onto the captain's armor. Over, and over, and over. This suit would definitely be experiencing malfunctions, as well as temporary moments of uselessness, to be brief.
So, with that all done, Henrex's body broke off the absurdly long connection with the suit, and he landed on the ground, on his feet. There was something that he was forgetting...he knew that there was. Something was missing. He stared at the suit, which was currently in one of those uselessness states, before hearing the wind whistling behind him, and he quickly realized who he had forgotten. The girl! A swift kick to the chest was issued, and Henrex soon heard the crack of a bone or two breaking from that, and his body was sent flying. As he collided with the ground for what seemed like the one-thousandth time, Henrex leaped to his feet, preparing his sword.
But, as he did so, he felt the broken bit of a bone grid against something inside him, causing him to wince in pain, and falter from his sword's positioning. If Mirja hadn't dealt with that thing from before, she would definitely want to. It would be hard to finish off the rest of them with how difficult the black-suited girl was to fight. As she closed in on him, her foot ready to strike, Henrex could only thing of one thing as he stared at her.
There must be more -- I have to...
As the girl closed in, Henrex's eyes began to close, and he rose his Zanpakuto above his head. But, then things changed. His eyes snapped open, and he lifted his sword above his head, ignoring the pain that shot through his side from the simple action, before bringing the weapon down. The girl stopped mere inches from Henrex's frame, before kicking her leg upwards, catching the blade with the crease in the center of her foot. The limb and the weapon remained locked against one another, before Henrex released a wave of spiritual pressure, causing the girl to become off-balance for a small bit of time, which was all that he needed to quickly get them away once again.
Mirja was half watching the fight, half fighting the Troll, to keep it off her Raven while he went around and killed the Perfectus. not a major problem, those lot. They had swarm tactics, if you weren't that skilled, like Mirja when she first fought them, but nothing Henrex couldn't handle. And nothing Mirja couldn't handle, having wiped out around forty of them once in a room of blood and rage. She looked to her claws, seeing all the blood still on them, even though it had been long washed away. It was traumatic for her, all this killing. She'd never wanted it, never wanted Caanan or anything. But she couldn't just give up, that way would lie damnation. If she let Caanan have his way with her, she'd be just like these Eve Dolls. Forced into combat, driven by a slaver, and the Whites...they had it the worse.
'Pay attention!' barked Hvit, prompting Mirja to catch the incoming Troll Fist with her four arms. It seemed big guy wasn't going to let this matter lie, and so she used her Hollow-enhanced body to leap up into the air, and then slam down on his head with her ass. Heh, Butt-Slam! The Troll smashed into the ground, it's skull cracking but when was a Troll ever bothered by damage of any kind? It kept squirming until Mirja's Tulpa smashed it's skull in with sufficient strength and quantity to have it's brain leaking out of it's ears. From there, she sat and watched the fight, realizing she had been a little vague with the Eve Projects. She had said 'save the girls' and kind of assumed he knew what she meant. But that lead him to apparently believe they wouldn't kick him in the face. Which they did.
"Ohh, ouch. That'll leave a mark" she muttered, as Henrex's eye was driven onto a pole. Blood squirted, Henrex screamed, and then there was fire, apparently. He certainly had some tricks up her sleeve. This place was certainly a good fight for him though. The Eve's Bodysuit was so durable that even Mirja couldn't scratch it, and she had thrown some things that would cause mountains to topple at it. An absurd effort with an absurd amount of energy across an absurd amount of time to break into those. Best to just punch them in the face and be done with it. The Eves were bad enough, but then the Captain turned up, in his best Wolf-Purger Armour as well. Not one to be put off, he went at it. "Ten on Henrex. He might not seem much but he's got a lot of tricks" she said, to the dead Troll she was sat on, as if he would take that bet. Did you see the size of that Captain's armour?
However much Henrex might not seem, he was pretty good at this, apparently. After a quick fight he smashed the Captain into the ground, hard enough to shatter the surrounding land and sink the armour into the broken terrain, all but immobilized. He would probably think. Without having Experience with Cannan, Henrex went off laa-laa-laa, and got kicked. He wasn't doing so well with the Eves, so Mirja decided to come in and rescue him from the Captain at least. Darting in from her position on the Troll, she looked at Henrex, and shook her head. "Just hit them Henrex. Stop pussy-footing around with your magic eyes. Just don't kill them, is all" she told him, before ripping the Captain out of the ground and darting away with him, leaving Henrex to the girls that were currently all over him.
Unfortunately, not in the manner most men would appreciate.
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Subject Post 23Subject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja] Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:08 pm
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THE INSANE RAVEN'S POST
Artist: RWBY - Song: Armed and Ready - Word Count: 1,059
There was still so much that occupied Henrex's mind. So many questions burned into the back of his brain, causing many of them to send shivers up and down his ashen skin. But, it was still a fight for his life. Constant barrages of attacks came from all sides, kicks to his head, to his legs, to his midriff -- there was not an end in sight. Yet, he still hung on with every burning desire in his body. With his Zanpakuto splitting into two once again, before the steel clashed with the material of the bodysuits. Pressure built up as his two sides were quickly being overwhelmed with the tremendous amount of force that was being introduced to the blades of his Zanpakuto.
Stretching his fingers outwards, and allowing the vents in his fingers to flare, Henrex would release two single pulses of powerful spiritual and demonic energy, which would spread outwards and cause enough of a push to the girls that they would immediately fly backwards, and give the man some breathing room. Unfortunately, it was not going to end up being long before he was assaulted again, this time with four of them at once charging at him. Bringing his weapons together, and channeling the energy through them, the two swords would quickly form a single, thick ring that would form around his body.
A loud slam, as well as creaking raked into his ears, causing the boy to wince as the loud and highly unpleasant noise ripped through his eardrums, bringing excruciating pain. Swiftly moving his hands in a manner only experienced weapons users would appreciate, the massive item began to turn around, forcing the four girls to immediately break off of the ring to avoid knocking into one another. The ring that rotated around his body changed shape once again, leaving Henrex with the usual daisho laying in his hands.
Flexing his fingers and readjusting the grip that he had over his swords, Henrex's eyes would close, blackness pooling into the irises as the light was cut off from him. His body went lax, his mind opened itself. Thoughts poured themselves into him, but he payed no attention to not a single one of them. Instead, his true thoughts flowed outwards aiming to sense and predict the attacks that would come from the girls. His entire body was focused, and ready. His mind, his body, and his spirit. All that was needed...was one movement. Seeing the drop in defense, it would be clear to the Eve Projects that this was an easy kill.
But it wasn't.
All of them charged at once, ready to lash out, and finish off their seemingly weak prey. In that instant, Henrex's arms rose from his sides, before his body went into motion. His eyes slid open, and his arms lowered. Precision was the main aspect of swinging a sword, and it was what had been the deciding factor for the Eve Projects when they made the decision to attack him at that moment. Through that moment of total awareness, he was able to predict what the Eve Project would do with their attacks.
From the way that they initiated their kicks, to the way that their natural body functions occurred in that time. Everything that they did was being observed by his new eyes. Through this, he was able to target the hood of the girls, slicing through them with ease. As the mechanical hypnotic devices fell to the earth in tatters, everything would fall silent for a time. Too long. Henrex's body whipped around, his gaze drifting to each girl, before darting around. With his legs tensing up slightly, he walked over to one of them, staring at them. A thin line of drool slid down from their lips.
His eyes began to close, before his head jerked to look over his shoulder. There was someone watching him. Turning around completely, a sliver of silver exited the corners of his vision, which caused him to quickly use a flash step to approach where he had seen it, appearing in front of a immense group of girls, dressed exactly like the previous Eve Projects had been, except with white. Upon raising his sword, all of them instantly cowered at the sight of the deadly item. Life and death was being held in the grip of the male, and those who were afraid of the cold embrace of death had a good right to be afraid.
But, his gaze soon softened as he saw the fear etched into the faces of the girls -- even though he couldn't see their eyes. As he brought his sword up again, a jolt of pain shot through his arm, forcing him to lower his weapon. Breathless, fully aware pants came from him, his mind now registering the amount of exhaustion that he was feeling, and the amount of strain that he had pushed onto his body. Groaning quietly, he tried forcing more energy throughout him, trying to soothe the pain and give him enough strength to fight. But, there was nothing.
His head lifted towards the girls, before raising his arm, his muscles and bones creaking as the action was done, before flicking his fingers towards himself. Signaling that the girls walk over to him, they swiftly obeyed, and Henrex reached out to one of them, pulling them close as his pale fingers wrapped around the hood of the suits, pulling it off. The second that the sun grazed her eyes, the same thing that happened with the girls in the black suits -- happened to them. Although, there was one thing that they did, that the blacks didn't. The girl collapsed.
Blinking twice and repeating the process with the entire group, the results were the same each time. Drooling, then collapsing. Rising to his feet, and turning to where Mirja...had been. Turning his head from side to side, he searched to where she might have been. Cursing himself mentally, he found that Mirja had just vanished. Feeling a small hum from the back of his head, Henrex groaned quietly in response.
What do you want.
Something that isn't this fucking boring.
Shut up. You think everything is boring, unless it involves violence.
Bingo. Start whacking something, anything.
Shaking his head and cutting off the words of the voice short, Henrex sat there, both watching over the unconscious girls, and waiting for Mirja to show up again.
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Subject Post 24Subject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja] Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:32 pm
This little piggie went to market, This little pig had roast beef. This little piggie got it's face punched in by a crazed wolf girl empowered by an inner Hollow. If only everyone could have such spectacular lives, nobody would want for anything. What Mirja wanted for right now, was not to be fighting a seven foot mountain of molecular-bonding steel alloy and self-repairing servo-powered suit that was more a machine than body armour. Punching through it wasn't something that was really viable without the right tricks, and right now the right tricks where hard to think of.
"Any chance you are just going to come out of there and talk?" She asked, as the Captain's head reeled back from the blow. The Armour compensated and he wasn't physically knocked anywhere, but she did break his nose. Which seemed to really piss him off, and he charged at her, whirring motors inside his armour covering the distance between the two brilliantly. Mirja was ready for it, until she took a kick to the gut and got launched off, back into the camp, crashing through some tents and landing next to Henrex. "Did you happen to get the plate of the truck that hit me?" She asked, groaning as she sat up and detangled from the the tent. The angry snorting bull that was the Captain stormed in, and Mirja smiled. "Ahh, there he is. I'll go have a word with the driver" She told Henrex, her mask slightly distorting to look like she was smiling, or something equally terrifying.
And then she was off again, charging a Fist of the Masked Wolf God that detonated in the center of the Captain's chest. It blew a massive hole in his armour, and his chest, and through the back of his armour as well. Even with his formidable endurance, he was dead in an instant. Dispersing her mask for a moment, she shook her hair and stretched. "This has been a brilliant work out. So, what you up for now? We could improvise a stretcher and carry these girls back home. Could call a Vastimian Medi-vac for them. Could just leave them here and get on with what we are getting on with. Nice warm up and all, but there is still work to be done before we call it a day" She exclaimed, heading over to the largest of the tents and throwing the flaps back. CLearly, she knew what she was looking for.
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Subject Post 25Subject: Re: Well...It's About Time. [PRIVATE/Mirja] Tue Apr 11, 2017 7:51 pm
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THE INSANE RAVEN'S POST
Artist: N/A - Song: Suspended In Time - Word Count: 4,591
As Henrex sat there, overlooking the unconscious girls, he wondered what his next goal would be. As of now, his goal had been to further his skill in his racial arts, as well as his ninjutsu. For him, it was bringing him -- step by step -- closer to finally being ready to fight Dragon Eye. His eyes diverted to his hands, clenching them tight, before his head rose. He was still out there, and Henrex knew that he would find him.
After all, that was what he had dedicated most of his life to doing. Perfecting his powers, mastering himself, and overcoming all obstacles that would be in his way, keeping him from those goals. So, the male would close his eyes, and clasp his hands together, before performing various hand signs, and quickly mumbling a mixture of both Japanese, and Sanskrit, before the sound of a collision with the ground caused the male to open his eyes.
As he looked over to where the sound originated from, he saw Mirja laying there, before sitting up and asking him a most cliche question. As he opened his mouth to answer, the titanic thing that sent her flying over to him burst into the area once again. With Mirja dashing off to combat it once again, Henrex was left on his own. As his eyes scanned to each individual girl that was laying on the ground, he sighed, and figured he may as well check again to see if there was anything damaged about them, mainly any sort of mental trauma.
A brief scan with both his new eyes, as well as the aid of his PhantomTech, he was able to deduce that they weren't harmed physically...at least, not too badly. They would not need a large amount of medical treatment, and would be able to stay alive until they got back to Vastime. So, Henrex soon sat himself back down, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, able to ease himself from his heavy, manic breathing from how exhausted he was at the time.
As he checked his energy levels, he figured he could do a quick bout of healing, using the ninja hand seal of Sha before they were to head back. So, he quickly positioned his hands appropriately, and spoke the mantra aloud, his voice booming with confidence. Energy seeped from his pours, and traveled across his skin, and throughout his internal systems, repairing as much damage, and restoring as much as it could, without his energy capacities dipping to extremely dangerous levels.
As the healing session subsided, his hearing quickly picked up footsteps, and his eyes opened, looking at the silver and pale form that stood in front of him, asking what he was up to next. If Henrex were to be entirely honest, he needed a bit more rest. His had exhausted a good portion of...everything. His strength, his speed, his energy...there was no shortage of exhaustion in damn near everything that he had. So, he knew what he wanted to do next, at least for the time being.
But, as he was about to speak, he heard a sound. A whistling sound. The direction it was coming from was easy to pinpoint, and Henrex quickly went to intercept the sound. Turning around and drawing his sword, a single, but powerful swipe to knock away the weapon, and send the assassin flying back a foot or so. A loud boom rung out, causing the entire ground to shake when it happened. Shielding his eyes to prevent any dust from getting into his eyes.
As the dust cleared, Henrex's hand lowered, and his eyes widened at the sight of what was before him. A large male, wearing the attire of a samurai, with a white mask, and complete with two long, as well as immensely thick katana.
A barely audible growl came from the presence, and he swung one of his swords, causing Henrex's own -- single katana to quickly transform into a mighty kananbo, before slamming the massive, and heavy weapon downward, catching the blade, and forcing it to succumb to the weight of the club. With a long, but powerful swing, Henrex quickly batted the attacker in the face, sending them flying away. Turning back to Mirja, and the girls, they would find themselves falling into a massive blood-red portal, which would take them all back to Vastime.
"I'll handle this. Take the girls back."
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As the group would fall in, Henrex would quickly change the club back into the normal katana, before making a collaboration of hand signs, then grasping his sword firmly. His eyes narrowed, and a flashing orb of hundreds, upon thousands of lightning bolts spewed from his hand, and his weapon. The man had recovered from the attack, and now seemed to be more agitated than injured. And so, he yelled out a loud, booming kiai, before charging forward. Ignorance was a bliss, it seemed.
Both weapons came crashing down, and Henrex was ready to greet it. With a barrier of lightning being formed in front of him, the blades crashed down onto it, cracking and shattering it, but also weakening the initial power of the attack, and giving Henrex enough of a gape to quickly deflect the blades, before zipping in close with a tremendous burst of speed, before making several slashes in the man's skin, all of which would be rendered moot.
Henrex's attacks, even with the lightning adding to the blade, would only make mere burns on the skin. Quickly utilizing the concept of nagare -- flow -- Henrex would transition into the next attack, not breaking from his previous attack for a single moment. Kicking off the ground and aiming a kick to the face, Henrex wished to try and disorient his foe through the cranial area. But, he was ready this time.
Slamming one of the swords into the ground, and grabbing Henrex's leg, the ninja was quickly hurled away. Landing on the ground with a loud thud, and a small grunt came from Henrex, as the wind was knocked from his lungs. Rising to his feet in seconds, and bringing his arm back, before thrusting it forward, and causing a long "spear" of lightning to shoot from his arm, and aim directly for the heart.
But, yet again, to no avail. As the spear neared the samurai, his swords shot up to defend him, and the spear was quickly deflected. Stomping his way towards the smaller figure of Henrex, he spoke. The voice was loud, booming, and commanding.
"I will crush you like the insect you are, ninja!"
He could feel the disgust that the samurai spoke with as he said that final word. Even now, the samurai pride was what kept the ninja as the samurai's sworn enemy. With that, Henrex reached for the shoulder of his current garments, before tossing them aside, the robes falling to the ground next to him.
Electricity sparked on his hand and sword, and his body shot forward, his body overcome with a burst of speed. Hundreds of slashes would be sent by the Raven, mixed in with blasts of electricity of various applications of how it would be used. Each time, they would all be either blocked, or have no effect at all. This monster was hellishly durable, and Henrex had to give them credit for that. After getting punted away for what felt like the umpteenth time, he rose, yet again, and sheathed his sword.
Breathing heavily, his mind traversed back to the time in the Iga mountains. The lessons where Soke had taught him about the ninja hand seal of Zai, and how they controlled the elements of nature. His energy diverted towards the lightning, fire, and yin aspects. As a result, he had been able to create his own kuji-in. It appeared that now was the time to use them. So, by placing his hands together, and performing a flurry of hand signs, before sticking his index fingers up.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique."
Inhaling sharply, before exhaling, a colossal stream of fire would explode from the tips of Henrex's fingers, before impacting his opponent, and he heard grunts and groans coming from the blazing inferno, and he knew that his attack had not been pointless. While he hadn't shot it out in the shape of a fireball, how the hand seal would usually be done, it still retained the immense power that would cause this samurai to suffer.
A torrent of smoke burst forward, and Henrex leaped backwards to prevent himself from inhaling the toxic fumes. Silence engulfed the area, and Henrex's hand trembled slightly as it hovered over the handle of his sword. It was quiet. Too quiet. He should be in pain, or something that would break this silence. Samurai, as Henrex knew due to being one, were never so...stealthy. He listened for footsteps, or anything that he could recognize as odd, but he found none.
Panic set into his system, and his fingers gripped the handle of the katana with a fierce vice, before a roar broke out of the smoke. Charging once again, the man only held one of his katana, but Henrex knew that with two hands, there would be far more power behind his swings. His sword sliced through the air, blocking and pushing away the blade by mere millimeters away from his body, with many of them hitting true.
Blood spurted from his body, and cuts formed. No noises came from him, though. As he responded, the man simple gave a big belly laugh as Henrex's futile attempts to damage him was greeted with even further, and far more powerful swings. The weight of the weapon often times forced Henrex to break off the connection between swords, and had him change his style of attack from melee, to range.
Various attacks from his lightning orb, which he had affectionately named the Chidori, as well as multiple changes into more of an equipment approach, with him hurling shuriken at the male. But, this man proved himself to have a durability and defense that would be able to even rival Mirja's. Although, that was somewhat of a bad comparison, as he hadn't fought Mirja in quite some time, and he did have quite the number of ability that could have the potential to change that.
With another powerful swing from his now two-handed weapon, Henrex rose to block, before he felt a foot connect with his chest, sending him flying much farther than before. So, he was ignorant, but it did show that he could learn. As Henrex landed on the ground, he felt a sickening crack inside his midsection.
As he tried to move, pain shot through his body. Although it wasn't too bad, it still was something that would inhibit him. Quickly getting to his feet, and dashing forward, before thrusting his arm forward, the Chidori would send thousands of volts throughout the man's system, causing him to cry out in pain, his arms falling to his sides.
Do I have him? Will this be the end?
As his eyes caught his arm moving from the corner of his eye, he knew that it most certainly was not. Attempting to break off, he squirmed and struggled to get out of range, but found his arms trapped. Looking up at the cracking mask of the man, he could see the eyes proudly shining with victory. His hand was trapped by the samurai's, and no matter how much he struggled, he wouldn't be able to escape before his rashness would be punished.
So, while his hands were trapped, he stretched his wrists to press his hands together, and to quickly make the hand sign for Zai, the hand seal that allowed one to control the elements of nature. He knew that he would regret doing this in a short time, immensely so, but he knew that it would probably be the only way that he could get out of the man's vice-like grip. Holding himself back from groaning in pain from the incredibly discomfort that his arms were forced into, he close his eyes and allowed himself to channel his energy in...a different way.
But, as he were to do that, he felt one of the man's massive bear hands leave his wrists, and Henrex was about to begin to wriggle his arms free, before his eyes spotted the sword being raised to the shoulder. Frantically wriggling, he felt the iron grip tightening, causing him to cry out in pain as a quiet crunch came from his wrists, the sign of something on the verge of breaking. Frantically, he began weaving signs again, aiming to use his kuji-in in a different manner.
As his eyes burned holes into the eyes of his opponent, a thick, white line would coil around Henrex's body, shielding his body and arms from this attack, instead cleaving into a ghostly white snake that would fall to the ground. Blood spewed from the reptile, and it writhed around on the ground, before finally coming to a stop, and dying. Forcing his way free with a quick, but powerfully draining burst of energy that would cause the man to recoil, and release him.
As he rose the sword again, ready to deliver a damning blow to the nigh-exhausted ninja...he stopped.
His arm lowered, and Henrex's eye met the man's own, seeing it move in the direction of the ear. Henrex had seen this gesture of the body countless times, and he knew what this usually meant. Communication, whether it be to retreat, new orders, no matter what it was. It was communication with someone, most likely the commander of this massive Goliath. As if on cue, the male nodded, before ripping his other katana out of the ground, before turning around and taking off with an abnormal burst of speed.
Snatching up the robes of the Akatsuki that he had taken from a corpse of one of their members, slipping it on in moments, before kicking off the ground and setting chase after the mysterious assassin.
"You don't get off that easy, my friend."
Placing his sword within the sheath, and allowing the Chidori to dissipate, Henrex poured more energy into his speed, managing to stay just under the samurai's. Gritting his teeth, and weaving hand signs, a large bow and arrow made of lightning spawned in the grip of Henrex's hands. Drawing the string back -- which was a fairly difficult task to do with his current condition, and nocking up three of these bolts, and letting them loose, flying to the left, right, and finally aiming at the man himself.
As the arrows narrowed in on their target, the male's form disappeared, with the energy that was left behind evident to noting to Henrex's senses that he had used some sort of extreme movement technique, similar to a Flash Step. If they were human, then it could have been one of many things. Gritting his teeth as he watched the arrows land in the empty spaces, before detonating, Henrex quickly burst forward with an equal amount of speed, disappearing and reappearing in the same manner than the samurai had, leaving the explosions behind him.
Damn! He can sense my attacks, and he waits so that he can dodge him. But why? That durability could be more than enough to counter it. Does he trade off his strength and durability for an immense amount of speed?
With his eyes narrowing, he would yet again try to attack them from afar, using the ability to create illusions from his eye. With his gaze focusing on the back of the male, he soon gave up on the attempt. He couldn't do anything unless he had eye contact. Unless the guy had eyes on the back of his head, he wouldn't be doing much on this. So, he simply continued to plow on, unsheathing his sword if he decided to stop and initiate combat.
But, after a few hours, he never stopped. That is, not until they were met with a massive set of black doors, to which they opened for the samurai, and he rushed in. As Henrex put on a burst of speed in order to get in, the doors slammed shut, and Henrex ran face-first into them. Groaning, and quashing the somewhat good feeling that came from receiving pain, Henrex rose to his feet, and looked at the doors. They seemed to only be made out of standard steel. Easy work for someone like him. Flipping his sword backwards, the male would quickly zip from left to right.
With his attacks made, and his sword sheathed, he closed his eyes to prevent himself from flinching from the sound of the doors falling to the ground. But, they never did. Opening his eyes slowly, and taking a second glance at the doors, he saw that his attacks had only made mere markings, probably just dents in what now looked to be an impenetrable fortress. Sighing, before sheathing his sword, Henrex figured he had to bring out a bit more of...heavy artillery.
Rolling his shoulders, and clasping his hands together, Henrex's eyes would close, before a large amount of energy would begin to exert itself from his body. As this were to happen, a large red orb would spawn itself in front of the door, and Henrex's body instantly backed away, before the orb would expand into the size of one's palm. The next events that would occur would be, in simple terms, very destructive.
A detonation went off, with the power equivalent to a napalm bomb, causing the doors that stood before him to be blown away from the extreme damage of the blast, as well as sending debris his way. Covering his eyes to prevent his eyes from being damaged from it, Henrex slowly began to walk forward. Bringing out his Container, and tapping on it, he would spawn two things. One which would be the Blind Harvester First Generation that he purchased from the Cybermind.
The second thing would be something of his own design, with help from KJ Yunashi to construct it, as he lacked the materials at the time. One of his Magna-Bombs. While it did no real damage to anything organic, it definitely was something that would give people who were reliant on machines a really hard time. As the smoke cleared, and the inside of what appeared to be a laboratory was revealed, the BH1 would quickly thrust itself forward, standing in front of Henrex, to which he simply tutted the creature, and it -- just as quickly -- moved beside him.
His eyes softly glazed over what lay in front of him. As he heard a man in a white coat scream, his eyes narrowed, and he soon gave the creature the order to attack. And so, it shot off to fulfill Henrex's wishes. As Henrex went to take a step forward, he immediately fell to his knees, forgetting about the damage that the samurai had done to him. As his regeneration kicked in, sapping more of his already massively drained energy reserved, the wounds, both internally, as well as externally, would be healed slowly.
Groaning as his energy was getting to low levels, Henrex brought his arm back, before hurling the Magna-Bomb forward, the item activating in an instant, and drawing everything magnetic towards it's center. Which happened to be a majority of the weapons that the various people in this place held. More of the combat Eves from before rushed to confront their intruder, to which Henrex responded with the same thing that he had before. Drawing his sword, and in short time, severed the connection of the hood, and the rest of the bodysuit. Every single Eve Project that came his way would meet that fate.
While they would not die from something like this, they would be rendered near useless for the rest of the mission. Upon this, Henrex would tap into a tiny amount of his energy reserves, creating a demon portal that would transport the girls back to Vastime. After he would sever a connection, he would put them into that portal. Any of the Perfectus that would try to attack him would simply be slaughtered.
Bodies fell to the ground, many of them being the Eve Projects, to which they would only be laying there for moments, before being transported back to Vastime. The Perfectus? All that they would be at the end would be corpses, piled on the ground. Gritting his teeth as he continued to fight his way through the lab, Henrex just kept pushing himself further and further past his limits, and constantly bringing out the best that he had.
It took hours to finally clear the lab out from everything that was within it. Hours of energy use, physical energy drainage, equipment, and more. Henrex was completely exhausted. There was barely any lives left in the lab. The only people that Henrex kept alive were the scientists. Keeping them rounded up in a corner, with the BH1 guarding them while Henrex looked through the files of everything, Henrex proceeded to look through everything.
Mirja had brought him out there for a reason. He hadn't gotten enough time to figure out why she had brought him out to that place, and how she knew everything that she did about what she took him too. Sliding up to the computers and typing away -- thankfully the scientists didn't lock them before they went to attack him -- searching through files, and opening up everything that they had.
His eyes furiously darted everywhere, absorbing information, and finally discovering the truth. A heavy breath left his lips as he read through the digital journals, various notes and blueprints of various projects against Mirja. A lot of these were amazing ideas in general, even if they were to be used against Mirja. But, with Henrex having taken over the lab, he would not allow these to be used against Mirja.
Pulling out the container again, and retrieving a flash drive, Henrex plugged the item into the computer, and began to copy everything over. Every last scrap of information that he could get on these computers. As the male collapsed into the computer chair that was in front of the massive array of screens, and beeping and glowing lights. Sighing softly, Henrex knew that he would be resting for quite some time after this was all over.
But, as he began to lean his head back, he saw the name of a file flash before his eyes, and his head jolted back forward, and his hands scrambled to get to the mouse, quickly locating the file and opening it, revealing the blueprints to what appeared to be a weapon. A weapon that was meant to be the first prototype to be successful to combat someone of Mirja's strength. Another note had been attached to it, saying that this had been completed, and was currently stored.
Leaving the computer to do the work he had subjected it to, he headed off to where the scientists were, grabbing one of them and using Finger Needle Fist on them, shoving his pinkie finger into their ear canal and causing an intense amount of pain to encompass their body. Quickly submitting to the painful ninja technique, he was quickly told where all of the weapons were being kept, to which Henrex responded with a quick punch to the face, knocking the man out.
As the doors opened, Henrex was greeted with quite the sight. Thousands of weapons, all of which were most likely prototypes that failed, but there was one thing that Henrex saw in them. Potential. Snapping his fingers and moving the demon's Kage portal directly under the weapons, and allowing them all to fall in, and this time, fall into his room in the Soul Society. As he went through the different storage units, he took everything. Technology, equipment, anything that he thought he could use.
After a few minutes of clean up, he returned to the computer, seeing that the files had been successfully transferred. But, as he was about to leave, he saw the shell of the system themselves. The hard drives! They would prove useful as well. Quickly prying open the computers, and pulling out the hard drives, he held them up, before storing them into the Container. These would definitely prove useful. After he pulled out his own flash drives, he was quick to remove the scientists flash drives as well. Storing all of this, Henrex turned around to head back home, before one more thing registered into his head.
A burst of anger shot through his mind, for what he had just learned that day. What this "Caanan" person did to Mirja was...infuriating. As a result, Henrex felt that he should have something destroyed of his own. Something that he cared about taken away from him. So, Henrex stored the BH1, through a combination of sealing techniques, as well as storing the sealed creature back into the Container. Drawing his sword, and slaughtering the scientists, Henrex grabbed the remainder of what was left in the place, before going through the computers one last time.
But, it wasn't information that he was going for. It was some sort of meltdown sequence. Surely, if they were worried about someone intruding and stealing info, they had to have some sort of fail-safe. So, within a few minutes of searching, he found something. Well, he found a bunch of things. So, he decided to just do the next best thing, destroy it. So, with some swipes of his sword, the entire lab would be left in ruins. Sparks spewing from what remained of the computers, Henrex took a deep breath. His job here...was complete.
As the demon portal moved to underneath him, and the final bits of his energy was sapped from him, Henrex dropped into it, and began his descent into his room in the Soul Society. Groaning as his body refused to move, Henrex simply allowed his body to do whatever it needed to. As he fell through the portal, his mind though back on the events of the day. There was so much that had happened in the span of a single day. If he were still a human, he never would have thought it to be possible to do all of this.
His speed had been improved, his strength had improved, as did his weapon skill, and his swordsmanship. He had managed to get everything that he wanted to get done. A deep breath came from him, before he recoiled in pain. Not only had his limits been tested, they had been entirely shattered, and regrown anew. A small smile came onto his face as he looked onto the day with pride.
The portal opened, and the familiar surroundings of his room, and the home-like scent that came greeted the boy's senses. Landing softly on his bed, and wincing in pain, even from the slightest touch of the sheets against his cold, ashen skin. A much larger wave of exhaustion swept over Henrex as his eyes began to close. A small tinge of dizziness and nausea swept over him as the manic high that he had during all of that faded, and his body remained still for what seemed like forever.
How comical. Mirja was hooked onto speed, and now that she had introduced Henrex to it, he was hooked as well. It felt like he needed to keep moving, even though his body couldn't physically do anything more. The boy chuckled quietly as he finally succumbed to the embers of slumber.
This...had been one hell of a day.
It was about time he had something that would push him to that extent.