Rukongai Adventure [OPEN]

The monstrous demon continued it's uproarious bellowing as it's arms flailed through many attempts to squash the Shinigami still standing. Takehiko barely to deflect one of it's mighty fists just after blasting it's still-healthy eye with a low level Kido spell. Unfortunately, unlike a blade, Takehiko's Hadō could only temporarily blind the beast while causing some retinal damage; however this temporary advantage would help to continue drawing it's ire in his direction, saving Mirajane from possible death. Perhaps this was the best case scenario the Kuchiki could cause to occur, it was difficult to tell as one of the demon warrior's boulder sized fists struck the ground just in front of him. The earth cracked beneath the monster's blow, sending forth chunks of ground in every direction. At the very least Takehiko was still alive, though clearly exhausted from the effort.

Blackness clouded Mirajane's mind as she lay seemingly lifelessly in a pile of ruin, her own blood staining the dirt ground underneath. Eventually, through tremendous strain, Mira managed to open her eyes to a scene of total white; hardly better than the black abyss she'd just experienced. Between the dull throb of pain and ringing in her ears Mira struggled to look past the percussive symphony of noise in order to regain control of her unfortunate situation. Like all things, time was the answer as over the next few moments the picture of reality rushed back to her like a crashing wave of information overload until eventually Mira's senses acclimated to her surroundings again. She was instantly reminded of when, as a child, a behemoth of a boar-like beast nearly gored her to death.

This time however she still managed to end up on death's door despite years of training and experiences. Such a truth stirred something deep within her very DNA, awakening a rage Mira had not felt for as long as she could remember. Rage at not being good enough. Rage at not being strong enough. Rage at losing. Thus with this wrathful vengeance bringing her blood to a boiling point, Mira dragged her broken body to it's knees and gripped the nameless Zanpakuto she'd been given in the Shin'o Academy, it's copper blade glinting still; Through luck alone it had managed to roll over to her after impacting a nearby wall. Through blurred vision Mira managed to make out the visage of her enemy and prepared to end things one way or another. Either she would die, or it would. Such was the nature of survival.

With both herself and the Demon blinded by crimson rage, neither was quite aware of the situation at large and goings-on around them; The former knew not of Takehiko's welfare, while the latter remained sure Mirajane still laid dead upon the ground. With a dash Mirajane sprinted across the distance between herself and her target, reducing it to naught in but a few seconds. Upon reaching a few meters behind the monstrous demon Mirajane utilized all the strength still in her exhausted legs to launch off the ground like a rocket, arcing just above it's head and now within Takehiko's sights. To him and any other she would appear almost as demonic as the savage brute she had fallen prey to, killing intent radiating off her like heat from the Sun. With a surge of speed and strength Mirajane pushed herself and her blade down and onto the Demon's gargantuan skull, on which she landed and pierced. The copper sword sheathed itself in the bone of it's skull, tearing through it's most sensitive tissue like a hot knife through butter.

From Takehiko's perspective the Demon would come to a halt and freeze, still as a statue, as if it'd been turned to stone. Just as quickly as it'd frozen the behemoth would suddenly crash down upon it's knees before finally falling forward, nearly crushing the Shinigami in the process, though it was unlikely he would actually be injured by the fall due to how slowly it'd happened compared to their movements just prior. Jumping down from the beast's skull, Mira withdrew her Zanpakuto and cleaned with a single flick of her wrist. Though her left arm still hung at her side, broken and useless, the burning intensity of her gaze was indicative of a warrior uncaring for her own state. It was just then that the adrenaline keeping her standing began to wear off, dropping the Gotei soldier to her knees just as her foe had mere seconds prior. Sweat poured from her brow as Mira's breathing became shallow and strained, unable to continue fighting no matter what else came from the building's now-covered basement. With luck nothing else came forth and the two Shinigami would be granted reprieve from battle.