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Subject Post 1Subject: Beast Cheetah Versus King Panther Thu Jun 13, 2013 9:42 pm
"What maggot is going to decide it has a spine in its thin body?" He demanded of the beings around him, smiling that cocky smile of his, his teeth plainly in view as he looked over to his right, before just smiling. "I'm history, Am I...Ah, screw it all…" He muttered, closing his eyes. ...Well damn. He thought to himself, not showing it on his face as he felt the literal THOUSANDS of spiritual pressures in this area. "Hmm… That's going to be a rather lot to exterminate! Way more then when I was firs there. Wonder if that punk'll come out again if I give him some BAIT!" He proclaimed firmly, his body rising up into the air all on its own, as if through levitation, his coy smile well on his face as he gazed down on the ground around him.
The reason for the male being here was quite simple, he was here to fight. He was after the male known as the Beast of Karakura, Shadin Yuudeshi. He wanted to fight him. He didn't want to particularly attack the people of the city itself as he had no interest in them, but he wanted a fight. He wanted a fight with the man who he could not dominate, with the being who he could not rule himself over in the face of. He wasn't going to give up until he had fought the man and defeated him utterly, having his fun with him in a fight between two men. After all, Grimmjow also figured that this man had had far too long with only measly beings to challenge him; that thought brought a smile to his face. That would mean that the male would bring out his very best if he were to fight Grimmjow and be given a firm challenge.
Grimmjow smiled now, a dreary smile but also a tired one. He had finally found that man Marcus, that arrancar, in a cold, dark part of Hueco Mundo was where they had parted. Or rather, where Grimmjow had parted him. And parted, and parted, and parted. He was the first test subject for Grimmjow's untamed power of four hundred years, a power which now scarred the plains of the world, accelerating his own pride and fueling his desire for life through the conflict with others that got his blood boiling, the high that it incurred. Now it would just be the two of them; if there were any other interferes, then Grimmjow would leave instantly. He refused to deal with that again, refused to allow his prey and him to be interrupted so completely, his pride to suffer such a needless, ugly wound. Never again would that happen, and Grimmjow was now here to recover the pride that he had lost in his last retreat from this place, although now he only had one target, plain and clear; Shadin Yuudeshi, the Beast of Karakura and the wielder of the Cheetah Fist. Girmmjow's mind was clear of that day, and it made his blood boil, his composure slightly lost because of it, but there was another reason why he was here, so unsettled.
Grimmjow himself was feeling this boredom. He had not foudn anyone recently who had pushed his limits or who he felt stirred int he presence of, no one with a spine who would challenge him. It made him disappointed alright, but mostly with himself. He had obviouslyb een having some very bad choices of prey lately, and he was tired of not having any fun at all with the meals he found. He needed something to let his frustrations out on, and he would get what he wanted out of the Beast of Karakura, no matter what he had to do to get it. No matter what itw as. The thought rang through his head as his voice opened once more, speaking plainly for all to hear in the immediate area, a place that Grimmjow knew the Beast would soon be attracted to, even if he could not hear his voice.
"YOOOOO IT'S GRIMMJOW JAGGERJACKS WITH A FIRENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SHOUT OUT!" he proclaimed, throwing out both arms to his side as he threw back his head, laughing maniacally as his reiatsu exploded from around him, on the outskirts of Karakura away from people so they wouldn't get in the way of his fight with whoever came out, but definitely close enough that he could have some fun if no one came out. However, anyone who could sense reiatsu in the city, and especially those with intense reiatsu detection, would feel the massive challenge he was issuing and most likely be drawn to it. "AHAHAHAHA!" He laughed, his reiatsu forming into a spiral around himself before spurting out, heading in more then eight directions around his body like a beautifully patterned spiral, before it was consumed by a chaotic feel, and began to rupture, heading out in every direction without any particular pattern to it whatsoever. "BRING IT ON, IF YOU WERE BORN WITH ANY BALLS! THAT BEAST OF KARAKURA, THE CHEETAH, BETTER SHOW HIS FANGS, OR I'LL SHOW MY OWN!" He called out, his breath fast, anticipating, more then ready to get this party started already and more then ready to get this show on the road.
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Beast Cheetah Versus King Panther Thu Jan 23, 2014 8:38 am
Artist: Elfire - Song: Dark Subconscious - Word Count: 1680
There it was again. That familiar presence. A person would believe after one massive failure, the determination of a person would be killed to pursue that endeavour again. Yet, sometimes lessons take twice the beating to sink in for some with thicker skulls. As the presence of The Former Espada known as Grimmjow roared throughout the outskirts of Karakura City, the sensors in the Yuudeshi Network were instantly tipped off to his range as a powerful Arrancar force that had somehow slipped past the cities defenses. Allowing it to radiate for a few more seconds allowed The Network to than deduce that it was similar to an incident that occurred roughly two years ago in the heart of Karakura. Through visual surveillance of the individual, it seemed that the suspicions of what could generate such a massive force were confirmed. Scowling heavily at a projected holographic screen, The Beast of Karakura soon bursted out into laughing before realizing an old defeated foe was seeking revenge.
Standing upon one of the many buildings scattered throughout Karakura City, The Albino Male stood with a sadistic smirk seen across his face as he folded his arms to look towards the vicinity where he saw Grimmjow's light shine like a flaring star. His crimson eyes pierced the landscape like an animal waiting to stalk and claim it's prey from this ledge of his. Wearing nothing more than a pair of blue jeans that seemed to be tailored to his extremely thin build, and a tightly fit coal colored shirt together with blackened shoes; it was rather easy to see through the males slender figure in this outfit. Although, around his ankles, there was a paciutlart trait that popped out about them. There seemed to be two black cuffs attached to them that appeared similar in color to the slade shaded collar wrapped around his neck; extending two wires into his brain that blended in seamlessly into his white hued hair.
"It seems that some people have no idea when to just accept defeat. I can't believe the nerve this guy has in his body to seek out another battle with me after the results from last time." Taking a soft hearted sigh, The Yuudeshi would simply shrug his shoulder and give out a chuckle before licking his lips in anticipation for this battle. Scanning the output of the energy the individual increased, it didn't seem as too much had changed with the Arrancar in question; causing him to laugh even harder if he hadn't been aware of the dramatic changes, growth and alterations that The Yayjuu Leader had undergone over the course of these nearly two to three years they had been separated since that fateful day. In Shadin's mind, it seemed as if the poor bastard really had a death wish. "Ah well, I suppose I could use a slight work out. If he's so eager to be devoured by my fangs once more, who am I to deny that occurrence? I'll make sure it sinks into his skull, however, that it won't be wise to pull such a stunt again in my terrority. Prepare yourself, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, my teeth are closing in on your life once more!"
Having echoed those words into existence, The Crazed Yuudeshi cackled wildly before disappearing from his stand on that building within a flash. Passing through thousands of cars, countless streets and the many alleyways of Karakura City; in a matter of seconds, he had travelled from the heart of Karakura Central to the depths of the outskirts to deliver one hell of a punch to the likes of Grimmjow's face after he BARKING off at the mouth. Through the collected momentum and kinetic energy gathered from this swift movement it took to arrive at the heart of the battle, it had the potential to send The Fierce Arrancar flying like a ragdoll to the furthest extent of The Outskirts until he reached the point of damn near entering the forest section of Karakura Central hopefully. Should this blow be allowed to connect, this strike would be The Beast of Karakura's welcoming committee and gift to the likes of The Partner King entering into his domain once more.
"So you've finally returned, eh? Well, Beast of Hueco Mundo, just what in the hell are you here for? Are you here for a deathwish? An execution by yours truly? From what I'm feeling in your presence now, albeit I sound like the cliched villain here, you honestly don't stand much of a chance against me as you stand now. It's almost as if your bodily aura is TELLING me to slice, dice and mince you up like the animal you are. Well, is it Grimmjow?" Stomping his feet on the ground with a monstrous boom, he'd let out a barbarous laugh before transporting himself to the vicinity where Grimmjow had positioned himself. No matter if he got hit by his first attack or not, The Yuudeshi would be seen flicking the switch on his collar and was ready to vent off some steam on this male's body; releasing a series of sounds within himself as the that lay inside the The Beast of Karakura let out a loud and furious whir as the internal computing systems came to life inside of his body.
Letting out a vicious cackle, he'd have the whites in his eyes temporarily fade away to give a mental command to his brain in order to unleash a veloy of telekinetic punches on to Grimmjow's body; being released in form of white light from his right palm as he attempted to have them make a direct hit across his chest, face and upper legs in order to grind his body with extreme pain, extract further injury on to him and begin to make him feel what he felt that day they first encountered each other in the wintery depths of Karakura City. Yes, yes, yes! It was making his blood jump for joy, so he could even become further intoxicated from the thrill of this fight as he started to become more ruthless in his banter with the Arrancar.
"You're as naive as they come, honestly. I ain't sure what ya' have planned coming to pick a fight against me in the shape you are, but if you are here for revenge...forget about it. I know you came here to brawl, it's within your instincts. You're a hollow, and I'm a Shinigami somewhere within this blood of mine; so it's only natural that our paths would cross once again after being bested by one meant to vanquish your kind from this world! But I'll be amazed that it happened so quickly. Have you forgot the fact that even your Resurrección couldn't do shit against me in my premature state? I commend your bravery to leap into the fray against The Beast, but this is a tad bit EXCESSIVE!" Holding his hands outward in the air, a more fiendish expression consumed Shadin's face as he soon let loose a destructive telekinetic blast meant to be on par with an explosion from the likes of a nuclear blast being generating by none other than Radioactive himself. The effects of this attack could produce an impact strong enough on Grimmjow in order to make him bleed, bang him up further and keep tossing him around the likes of Karakura City as The Yuudeshi grew bloodthirsty.
Learning from the mistakes of his past, however, The Beast of Karakura swiftly sought to layering their surroundings with his energy so that innocents weren't caught up in this cruel battle. In fact, the entire radius in which they did battle in was being evacuated and sealed off so that no other beings could get caught up in this battle. Therefore, as the explosions rang out from the like of The Yayjuu leader, if he were to keep pushing Grimmjow further and further back to the beginning of the Karakura Forest; there would be no further worry about the city of Karakura Central itself after awhile.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi! Don't tell me you have NO new ability, strength, technique, skill or anything to show me after running off at the mouth like that, Grimmjow. I figured you'd have some sort of amazing feat to show me. You'd be wasting both of our times if you can't produce something worthwhile for me today. After all, you've piqued my interest after a dull summer so far, so try to keep up with me this time around, AYE!? Otherwise, I'm gonna turn that adaptable body of your into a fine work of bloodied art with these hands of mine! And worse of all, you'll be nothing but the lowest of low after all this time you've spent probably fuming in fury over defeating me! SO COME AT ME, BEAST OF HUECO MUNDO! DO YOU STILL WISH TO FIGHT AGAINST THE BEAST OF KARAKURA? OR WILL YOU GIVE UP AND LET YOUR SUFFERING END HERE!?"
Roaring those words out to Grimmjow in the middle of the fight, he'd await to gauge his reactions to these attacks to see where this battle should progress. Being high on his guard, he was more than ready for anything The Arrancar could throw at him in his state of mind to himself. At least, these are the feelings that resonated within him. Perhaps he really did have something show, so if it there was, Shadin had the bright idea to beat it out of him. If he failed to show, then there was no doubt he'd maim or end Grimmjow here and now on this day for having the gull to face him in such a sorry state of mind and spirit. If the former happened and he unveiled himself to have strength, than maybe this battle would be worth his effort after all. Ultimately, this outcome is what the Yuudeshi Drive willed, and that battlelust within him drove after; letting it pulsate in his head to push The Beast further.
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Beast Cheetah Versus King Panther Tue Feb 04, 2014 8:53 pm
There; he saw the male, his wide eyes catching onto the sight of him as he nearly laughed out loud, seeing that the male was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a coal colored shirt and blackened shoes. "What, did you come out here to go shopping or try to CRUSH ME?" He inquired of the male, his own arms crossing in reply, though that sadistic smile remained a firm part of his features as he listened to Shadin speak.
"'It seems that some people have no idea don't know when',"[/color] He said mockingly in a high pitched tone that did not even attempt to mimic Shadin's own. "AHAHA… What, Master of the City can't even command his own LANGUAGE?" He asked of the male before him, knowing that it was probably just Shadin coming to terms with the situation around him; but Grimmjow was going to get his blows in where he could, and if Shadin wasn't going to take him seriously than he was going to be in for a rude awakening. After all, Grimmjow wasn't here to beat Shadin; oh, that was something he wanted. That was something he wanted very much. And maybe, who knew, he might just get the chance to begin to go down that road. However, with the present way he was, it was simply impossible. He had to go… farther. He had to become… stronger. And that was what he wanted from the male in front of him as he lowered his arms, one gripping into a fist as the other laid on the top of his blade.
"Then see if you're teeth can even CATCH MY TAIL!!" He roared in reply to the male as he threw his head around from the flash of light, his head finally throwing itself back as he caught the flash of light approaching him, his right arm flaring out and grabbing out towards Shadin's waist as the massive blow of pure force coursed through his body, his hand on his blade as it slammed into the ground, creating a hold that prevented him from being sent flying, cars that were in the direction of that fist being sent flying like mad, massive amounts of damage piling up all around the area. Shadin probably would not notice it, but there was no one in the immediate vicinity; the place was completely abandoned, and it had been that way. Grimmjow had issued his challenge in a place away from civilians…
"What's it's look like I'm here for?!" He asked Shadin as he performed a sonido, his entire body whipping around behind Shadin's body, his non-sword hand pointing directly at the male as he opened his excited eyes wide, launching off a crimson red cero that flashed out towards the male, a mere greeting in force; not enough to try to deal damage, perhaps, but definitely enough to get his attention. "I don’t CARE IF YOU'RE HUMAN, DEMON, OR SHINIGAMI!" He called out as his body flashed once again, the crackling of Sonido echoing around Shadin as he reappeared a few feet off to the side of the male just as he had, his movements just as erratic and hyper as the Beast's were.
"FINALLY ready?" He wondered aloud at the male as he saw him flicking the switch on his collar, his body backing away a few steps as he took stock of the situation. Grimmjow was ready to plow directly into the male, but e knew something from experience; Shadin moved hard and fast. He was a cannon, and to be hit by the balls of that cannon could very easily be fatal. [i]"THAT'S REALLY DAMN ANNOYING!" He informed Shadin as he heard the many crackles emit from his body and surround around the area, before he took in a deep breath.
"…" His preparation had been well advised; the first blow shot into his chest, his body flinging itself back as it first felt the damage, his body performing multiple Sonido as the energy cackled around his body, small bits of blood dropping from the old scar on his chest, the garment that he liked to wear having been pretty badly singed from the male's assaults. "AND WHAT FISTS ARE THESE?" He asked as he appeared in front of Shadin in the middle of his speech, his fist shooting straight upwards right after he said "from this world!". Grimmjow wasn't going to just sit back and be pummeled; he was going to make this male realize that he couldn't just monologue and talk down at him as he pleased. That wasn't how combat worked to Grimmjow. "EITHER BACK TTHAT UP WITH YOUR OWN FISTS, OR DON'T YOU F#CKING DARE TALK ABOUT MINE!" He practically growled at the other male as he performed another Sonido, the crackling all that was left after his massive punch as he appeared high in the air, overlooking the city below, where Shadin was.
He saw Shadin beginning to prepare some large attack, and sheathed his blade, his right palm moving up to his mouth as he bit into his own skin, the blood beginning to flow as he pointed it at the approaching wave of energy, the blood drips floating downwards and being incinerated as a blue energy covered around the entirety of his palm, before suddenly being released with explosive force. The sheer size of this blast would likely surprise Shadin; it was not like the power that Grimmjow had used before. He was relaxed, his mind falling into the combat that he knew so well as the power exploded out from him, throwing the energy asunder as the force blew back his jacket, his arms being wrenched backwards as his muscles began to feel alive again, his sharp, keening laugh resounding through the area as his energy began to stir around himself.
"Well, there's this…" He muttered, as the Grimmjow that Shadin knew began to dissolve, energy wise, before his eyes. That sealed state that he had before began to crumple, as power flowed through his body, his restriction lifting from his body as he breathed out, the breath coming out as a white cloud from his mouth as the heat from his body began to cause steam against the cool night air, looking back down at the male who was running his mouth off, again. "I don't know how anyone puts up with that mouth of yours. Must come from that God Complex." He stated simply, looking down at the defensive Shadin, his head rolling to one side as a loud cracking noise resounded throughout the area, as finally he opened his eyes down again towards the male.
In that gaze, there was bloodlust. There was bloodlust that would likely surprise the male below him; perhaps even shock him. It was not some kind of desperation; it was willpower. It was the willpower that Grimmjow was not going to yield to Shadin's taunts or his opinions, but keep his own path. HE had come here with a purpose, and there was no way that he was going to be deviated from I with such hollow words. When so many were spoken, especially in the middle of a conflict, what meaning could they have? They drowned out, they flowed away… And Grimmjow was not among that current. He was there, he was present, and most of all he was performin Sonido as he slammed into the street below, his body shooting forwards with massive ferocity, his blade held high.
The energy cackling around his body showed in his blade as the Zanpaktou struck towards the male, speeds pursuing the Shadin as the pure amount of raw force that he was releasing from his strokes blew dents into the pavement, the concrete's molecules being compressed away from one another as the strokes became apparent in the ground around the Beast of Karakura. It was not raw force alone, however, it was raw force with focus that had caused this drastic effect. "YOUR MOUTH IS LIKE A HOSE!!" He barked at the other male as each slash he made careened towards Shadin's body, his own form performing Sonido after Sonido almost effortlessly as the pure force of an Arrancar's skills were shown in highlight. The Zanjutsu would weave the best it could through Shadin's counterattacks and coordinating with his Sonido; his mind was focused utterly on his task, and his own Pesquia was flaring as it pinpointed where Shadin's body was and was going with each slash, four rends one after the other, before he finally broke with a last Sonido, his body small as it rolled straight backwards, for a single moment both hands pointing at Shadin as he loosed a massive Cero like a beam, pushing aside everything in its path as it shot for the other male.
At last, he threw down his legs, most likely stopping a good thirty feet away from the male. His heart was still racing, he was light on his feet. The breaths coming through his throat were completely unhindered to him; he was calm within this storm of battle. He was calm, but he was elated; it was as if everything else was moving in slow motion around him, everything but the male before him. And the male before him was just another obstacle; one that he would overcome in order to ascend to that place he wanted to be, another obstacle that was trying to tell him that he was not The King. Obviously, this meant one thing, and one thing only: The obstacle would be overcome. Because after all, Grimmjow..
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Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Beast Cheetah Versus King Panther Wed Feb 05, 2014 3:00 pm
PLAY THE DAMN POSTING MUSIC
Artist: Elfire - Song: Bitter Valentine - Word Count: 3154
Well, wasn't this a charming little encounter? It seems that the The Partner King was just full of jovial spirits today with the way his mouth let off with the drivel coming out of his mouth. That's precisely the reaction that Shadin desired to invoke within the male if he were going to get anywhere in this fight. To him, it showed that he was steadily getting under the nerves of the Arrancar and slowly, but surely, he'd begin to unveil under his provoking words, become infuriated with his desire to become the king and actually give him a fight worth getting off his ass for. Noticing that the vicinity around them was all but unpopulated, it was clear that Grimmjow was becoming further observant of his surroundings compared to the last time these two had clashed within the city streets of Karakura Central all of those years ago. It caused a slight smirk to crack across Shadin's lips, as it seemed that he was finally beginning to learn something and perhaps there was a stronger edge to be had from his opponent this time around.
"Ahhhh, so it seems the kitty is starting to get a wee bit flared up. I like that; it means you'll actually make me work up a decent sweat. I didn't come out here to fight the same old shit again; I wanna see you show me everything you've got; then I desire to crush that and beat the friggin' weakness out of you so you can display to me that sense of power within you. My clan is one of bloodlust, violence and combat; so I'll see to that this urge is settled within myself as we make this little spat across the city streets and cover the town in blood!"
Clenching his fist together, there wasn't much need to concern himself with the damage done to the area; for they were in a secluded section of Karakura Central and he could easily rearrange or reconstruct then the smoke from this clash had settled in. For now? What was important was making sure that cero didn't make an impact on him just yet. Thusly, he summoned a quick shot of his vast spiritual reserves in order to have a bright burst of white light temporarily come into view around his body. Within span of time equivalent to a heart beat? Shadin's brain was already piecing together the calculations needed in order to reject this assault from making an impact against his body.
Creating a telekinetic shield around himself, The Beast of Karakura utilized this attribute of his mental abilities in order to have the colossal blast negated by releasing an equivalent of that energy burst in the form of a Telekinesis based explosion. The bang that resulted by these two forces colliding caused windows to shatter, the earth beneath to buckle and a slight tremor of an Earthquake to rumble for a few miles outward as things were beginning to heat up in this showdown of beasts. The air was crackling to life, screaming and intensifying in heat from the sheer presence of this individual's cranking up their spiritual pressure to do combat with one another; it certainly was quite the seen for any spectators around watching from the Yuudeshi Network.
"Oh, but were those not words you uttered out to the likes of Ichigo Kurosaki so many years ago? I was a witness to that scarp when I was nothing but a wee runt scared of my own shadow. Watching you two go head to head, you clearly uttered rhetoric bravado along the lines of simplistic ideals as baiting him out to fight by means the classical showdown between Shinigami and Hollow! Whichever side loses is annihilated, RIGHT? The last one standing gets to home, AM I CORRECT? There isn't any better reason to fight, NO? These aren't my words, but ones you've spoken so long ago I doubt you even remember them. But I certainly have, hehehe."
Still having room to talk during all of this commotion, it wasn't that difficult for the albino male to keep track of these things. After all, the way his mind perceived the world? A few seconds could be more than a few minutes for him. So every ounce of time that moved forward in this battle of beast's, it was another second he savored to the best of his ability as he felt himself beginning to laugh from the sheer thrill of it; a sensation he hadn't had for quite some time. Blood was pumping, blood was jumping and his utter essence was screaming out for a good fight. Grimmjow had to deliver, Grimmjow WAS going to deliver; this was absolute in Shadin's mind. Every fiber of his being desired this as he started cackling with sheer, psychotic delight.
Licking his lips from the scent of freshly made blood in the vicinity, the smell of this iron was enough to kickstart Shadin's senses into overdrive as he let out a brutal howl of laughter; eyes gleaming a bright shade of crimson red as the aura around The Yuudeshi started to spark to life in the form of electricity swirling around his body like a crackling vortex. In the moment that The Aqua Haired Arrancar came to strike that blow to Shadin's face, it would instead be met with a colliding fist; the likes of which caused yet another decimating explosion and over roaring sonic boom to envelop the area.
Flares of lightning soon scattered across the range as these two forces smashed headfirst together, causing a good deal of smoke to radiate off the fist of The Yuudeshi and slight burns to occur on his knuckles from this thrusting of their punches. In that moment, he could grow to appreciate the difference in Strength that, for all intents and purposes, his rival had started to achieve. After all, anyone who has enough nerve in themselves to face The Beast of Karakura more than once in combat was good enough to be considered into the rankings of a worthy challenger. It's why there was such elaton within The Male: not many of his challengers he had faced off against in recent years seemed to the capacity to face him in the hells of combat after they got a showcase of what he was capable of. So to see someone like this, who is clearly putting everything he has got into his attacks, despite the fact he is facing off against one of the strongest fighters in the world, was a rather...relieving feeling.
"Oi, Arrancar, I believe the concept of experimentation and test are way above your head. You clearly don't know much about the way I operate. When utilizing techniques like that, I weed out the shitheads, wimps and those with weak constitutions. If you were able to somehow be in a condition to fight, maintained that vigor of yours and come at me with fist swinging; then you'd be beneficial towards receiving my hand. Which is why you'll get that which you are thirsting for by not having crumbled over that."
Blowing the smoke away from his fist, although there was pain associated with this connecting hit, it wasn't anything Shadin hadn't encountered before; but that wasn't the point. There seemed to a change in aura within the likes of The Panther compared to the last time these two had fought. Watching their attacks collide together, he'd pay tribute to each of them lighting up the skies of Karakura Central as these colossal explosions generated such...overwhelming will. Yes, that's what the conundrum behind this was. As the smoke from the blast cleared, so to did the arrogant and cocky persona of The Beast fade away as well. In it's place? There was someone who was deeply satisfied, yet utterly focused to the objective at hand. Not anything remotely compared to the gleam in his eyes previously that merely yearned for stomping, crushing and tearing his opponent to smithereens. Indeed, the smugness of Shadin's facial expression had turned to sunder, and in return an appeased grin came into view.
As their eyes locked on with one another, The Yuudeshi was more than familiar with that sort of intensity radiating from the man's essence. It's one he faced many times before encountering fighters who mastered the depth of willpower within The Yuudeshi Clan; which meant it was comparable to his own in a sense. Reflecting back on his youth, it was quite the amusing circumstance he was in. Remembering his hunger, fury and determination to destroy all those who looked down him; a flashback to his encounter with Misaiko Sugiura came into mind. For during that battle across Karakura, even if he had not came to that draw, the convictions behind the teenaged youth's words and actions were going to shatter the barriers of The Queen's perception of him. No more would be be dominated, no more would be considered a joke and no more would be looked down upon. Through those hands, hands which radiated such power, he'd command the respect he deserved and set himself on the path towards attaining the strength he had now.
Thus, as Shadin had awakened back to the reality of things, he took a gaze into the look inside of Grimmjow's eyes. For but a view seconds, behind that blood thirsty mask of The Partner King mirrored the person The Beast of Karakura used to be so many centuries ago; and it made him chuckle upon this introspection of himself. Within the gears inside of The Yuudeshi's head, these thoughts made him ponder at what that sense of his former self would think about as he had progressed into the monster he was today. Pausing for a few moments, this undoubtedly caused him to become a bit more somber in presence from this track of thinking. As a strong gust of wind surged over the area, the firmness beaming out of the eyes of The Beast grew stronger in radiance. Curling his fist into a tight ball, there wouldn't be anymore games from this point onward. If he wanted this side The Beast to take him critically, he'd certainly get it that wish on this day.
In such a swift way, as each of Grimmjow's resolved strikes meshed against Shadin, his fist would meet him at every turn to block them from making a hit with his first rate speed. Moving like a mad man, The Beast of Karakura's eyes soon started to widen; come to life and awaken as a very intent, overwhelming and hardened force of boldness, purpose had enveloped them. No longer was there the ambition to inflict bloodshed upon this individual exuding from The Yuudeshi's eyes, but pure and utter determination resonated within them as they oozed forth with an illuminating white light. From this sensation, this appearance change; even The Partner King could realize something had switched within him. The Ruler of This City was utterly possessed by this combative will they each shared and the time for petty words were over.
Shifting his body towards the direction of Grimmjow, the the winds within the area's would accelerate in speed as a chill in the air soon consumed the area. For when Shadin set his sights upon this cero blast, nothing but an utter monster of collected will was sensed throughout the range of the metropolis; resulting in the emission of sounds akin to cheetah's snarling, growling and roaring with utter conviction to fight to bellow throughout the area and causing the very Earth around them to quiver in fear from the vibration of The Beast's soul. Soon his body was radiating thick emissions of white reiatsu that were similar in style to a blazing flame; raising his hand upwards towards the cero blast, he'd charge at it head first without any signs of hesitation whatsoever.
Directing the power of his psyche into his fist, this was the spirit of Shadin Yuudeshi. His mind, body and soul were all one force meant to crave their intentions into this world with a iron grasp. Hence, in a focused state of utter control, he'd completely surround his body within a telekinetic force. Shielding him from harm, he'd jolt himself further into the blast as he'd harness the power of his kinetic energy to rip through the daunting cero with his bare hands. Of course there were freshly made burns radiating out that fist of his after performing such a feat, but it didn't matter. This was a statement move: the walls between them were being shattered. Of course he could see in Grimmjow's eyes at this point that he desired to reduce this obstacle in his path to rubble, but at the same time that would induce the fact that he wasn't just another showboat to be beaten or maimed. No. The spirit of The Beast was much more than that and he'd soon learn it this day as it's aura propelled him to rip the potential out of Grimmjow.
As the electricity shatter across The Yuudeshi's body signified that the telekinetic layer that was protecting him had been broken, those fierce eyes of Shadin's would state intently down on to Grimmjow's persona. Not gazing at him was if he were a cockroach underneath his shoe, but if he had truly possessed the capacity to be a functioning rival of The Beast of Karakura. Thus, as the sounds of popping knuckles echoed out from the pale haired male, he'd ignore the pain associated with wandering off each of those strikes earlier. When the smoke dissipated from this man's hands from the friction associated with these blocks, he'd soon get into an offensive position, take a stance and prepare to leap at him with sheer hostile behavior rushing from every pore of his body; going as far as to even bare his fangs for the first time in many years as he undoubtedly sounded like The Beast within himself that yelled out a thunderous howl.
While hissing sounds were emitting from the feet of Shadin, it did not matter if The Partner King could sense him coming or not. In a flash, in a whirl, in the blink of an eye; he'd be all around the body of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez like a moth to the fire. Every inch, every portion and all sections of The Arrancar's very being would be attempted to become HAMMERED, SMASHED and CRUSHED under the weight of force behind Shadin's punches. Normally, he wouldn't be one for such close ranged combat, but something was different on this day. Something within The Beast ignited an inferno in his combative style and he was going to fight with his own moxy on this day. No tricks, no nonsense and no bullshit.
Investing the dense quantities of his spiritual energy into his fist, these would be the first to make up for his weakness in this heavy by making his hits seem that much more critical to the likes of Grimmjow. From there? He'd augment it one step beyond that by taking his control of kinetic energy, motion and speed to add an edge to his strikes. And for the final touch? Making use of his telekinetic energy, he'd dramatically increase the weight of the pressure from his blow to make something bleed across The Arrancar's body as he was coming at him with the raw force of The Beast within.
In fact, through all of these blows, he'd even go as far as to snarl like a mad man, let himself become one with his inner animal and attempt to bite the flesh off of Grimmjow's neck as he was out for him to be pushed to the utmost of his limits. Second after second, millisecond after millisecond; thousands upon thousands of these blows would be unleashed across his body as he was unleashing a highly corrosive volley of punches across the Arrancar's body; one that could even produce cracks within his Zanpakutō potentially if it took too much damage from these hits. As the cries of the frenzied and enraged beast consumed every corner of this isolated jungle of concrete, the very surroundings around them would soon be reduced to nothing but pebbles. Buildings, cars, streetlights, cameras; ALL OF IT was reduced to a state of nothingness in the wake of the explosive release of The Yuudeshi's hits.
Increasing his drive further, the reinforcement of his teeth, fist and legs would harden with a highly durable shield comprised of his spiritual energy, telekinetic prowess and momentum. Even in this chaotic blitzkrieg state, Shadin wasn't a fool. At some point, he was going to slip up, he was going to take a heavy hit and it was better to be prepared for it now rather than later. So when that time came in the next round of Grimmjow's counterattacks and offensive assaults, he'd at least be anticipated for when those blows struck his body; just so long as he was able to leave this colossal dent of what he was on The Partner King. After twenty seconds of this passed, the combined sum total of Shadin's strikes totalled somewhere in the tens of millions and had enough force within them to level this entire city; so it was obvious his energy was outputting some insane energy levels as he went to show the The King just what his speed was made of.
Accordingly, as a result of these actions, The Yuudeshi was then seen sweating immensely as he let out hot, heavy and hard breathes. No, the man certainly wasn't out of breath just yet, but you could see the heat that resonated inside of his will coming forth to the surface as he was beginning to actually put forth a decent effort into his attacks; rather than just idly standing by and letting his mind do all the task for him remotely, as he would do so very often in many of his fights against opponents who weren't worth this exertion of his strength.
Now, at this point, The Beast's Arms shaking from pure adrenaline, the actual work of his body left his mouth dry; but anticipation for what would come next let loose an exhausted grin. He'd soon end his volley of calamitous blows with a final and damning stomp to the ground; releasing a burst of kinetic outlash that be equivalent to one million hard kicks throughout the range. Scattering for about a five hundred meter radius, this entire region soon was overwhelmed by the screeching of Shadin's soul as each hit that would potentially land on him was a mark from that primal fury and inner creature within this man was certainly overflowing, out pouring and coming to the surface at long last.
This....was....The...Beast....of....Karakura coming full circle. Would The King be able to keep up with this brute?
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Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Beast Cheetah Versus King Panther Wed Feb 19, 2014 7:53 pm
Grimmjow may have seemed to others to be a complex individual at times, with many layers of mental problems inside that could be picked at, pulled at, and then unfolded into the light of day. However, in reality, the most preserving of his traits was simply that he did not lie to himself. He was the King, in his own mind, and his perpetual goal was to make his thoughts a reality. The direct desire extended from his mind outwards into his surroundings, so he would envision himself crushing every obstacle in his path, gradually pulling himself above all else until he was in that place which he so greatly desired.
"And yet you're still talking shit the same way you did before." Was Grimmjow's stoic response. The fact of the matter was that he was so utterly deadly serious about his own conduct in this manner that his speech reflected his mood; all he could hear was Shadin going "blah blah blah fight me blah blah my big clan blah blah some other unrelated stuff blah blah blood." To his mind, very little of it was worth listening to, and so just as quickly the hollow information was discarded.
The bright light that surrounded Shadin's body did not exactly surprise the Arrancar; indeed, he took the opportunity to carefully study this defense of Shadin's, noting how it was not repulsing his attack with energy, but with some kind of… Telekinetic blast… His mind slowly reflected, observing at the damage his attack was still able to perform on the nearby area. Interesting…
"Find your own damn words of worth." He growled at the man before him, clearly not pleased with his joking nature. As he saw it, Shadin was literally acting just like a child. He wondered, momentarily, if all that power had affected the male's brain and ability to function with other people; his speech would not have felt out of place in a comic book… a super villain telling the hero how he had watched him save the world when he was an ordinary man and now was so much different. ...Wait… So much different, huh…. His mental processes paused again as he mulled over that fact for an instant, deciding to reflect on it later when he had more information.
It seemed pretty obvious to Grimmjow that just about every sense, every ability the human body or even those of a spiritual being, the man before him held in spades. However, that meant that he had to go above even that; he had to find the flaw, the chink in the armor, the place where Shadin's defenses were not able to cover properly. Your greatest weakness is your greatest strength taken too far… They were interesting words; Grimmjow wasn't certain where he had heard them, but he definitely decided to remember them, before at last a single thought came through his mind, and he decided to develop it, though he kept his full attention forwards.
He merely watched Shadin as the latter began to enter a blood rage. Watch it… This is it…! He thought to himself, his eyes widening greatly as he slammed forwards towards Shadin, taking a deep breath as the fists of the two men collided, Grimmjow's entire body sliding into it as he spun about over the massive waves of force, flying with them to get an even farther distance away from the male as he spun his head back around. He observed the lightning that was beginning to pour down from all directions, but was almost certain that it was no normal lightning. This 'lightning' was likely a creation of Shadin's… and like anything that that particular male made, it could hurt.
IT WAS RIGHT!! The thought coursed through his mind as he observed Shadin's fist, his body feeling fluid as he careened through the air. The male had taken injury; he had definitely sustained some damage from his reaction to Grimmjow's assault. "Just because I don't explain every F#CKING finger twitch doesn't mean I don't know how to fight, asshole." He responded tartly to the male's comment towards him. After all, Grimmjow was quite frankly not stupid. The male could be extremely insightful when he wanted to be when it came to combat; after all, combat was the place where he thrived the most, and as an Arrancar was a balanced machine, true master of none… and that was why he could be The King.
...Crap. It's changing… He thought to himself, gnashing his teeth together behind his lips, making his jaw taut as he observed the change in Shadin's aura. The possible opening that he had just perceived had faded now, though at the very least his gaze did not make Grimmjow want to kill every citizen in this city to put them out of their own misery that they had to share the streets with such a man. However, even as he looked at Shadin's gaze, a single thought struck him, and for the first time, for an instant, he was struck dumb. …..That was… That's…. It's…
Needless to say, the male's thought processes were interrupted, as he threw himself back into the fray, his entire mind being put into this assault he was performing, trying desperately to stay swimming, and eventually, push back against this current that was attempting so desperately to consume him. The look that began to grow within Shadin's eyes gave him a very important feeling: Fear.
Grimmjow could feel that natural instinct coursing through his body. It was an absolutely invaluable instinct; it was what kept people alive, the main reason why any race was able to survive. The power of fear was survival, and as he felt the fear he knew that he had to figure out how exactly he could overcome it. He could feel the chill, and his heart began to race, the entirety of his body focusing his attention directly into his Pesquia. That's correct, his pesquia. The energy in his body focused upon this art, and as Shadin performed his first strike, he would find the male's arm in the way, like a massive wall.
It was as if a terrific gunshot had been fired directly into a building; the noise that resulted was of two forces that crushed together molecules between the pairs, and as the molecules separated, the roar they left in their wake was able to be heard between both males. Grimmjow's skirt flew upwards, as he remembered every fight he'd ever been in, how men act when they are going in for a full out assault. Physical combat, one of Grimmjow's most potent specialties, was on full display as each assault Shadin made on him met a wall of resistance, whether it be an arm or a leg, or even his body dodging out of the way. His Pesquia was scanning the entirety of Shadin's body, sending the information back to Grimmjow faster than his eyes could ever track, allowing him to prepare for the attacks in sets, his own Sonido rapidly triggering in minute amounts and displaying his great control over his own body as the attacks were blocked or evaded in as many as ten that seemed to descend on the male's body at once. It was as if he were in a majestic dance; he could feel the numb pain in his arms and legs from blocking so much, but the nerves began to become dulled from the rapid onslaught performed against them, as if shocked into unconsciousness, Grimmjow's precise control and will alone moving them.
His arms began to emit blood as he realized that there were edges to Shadin's attacks; little cuts appeared all over the fabric of his body where he dodged, and the strikes themselves began to break the skin, cuts appearing on his arms and legs and small amounts of blood beginning to come out of them as he endured. Finally, Shadin snapped, and in that instant, Grimmjow saw it. His body lined up perfectly in the instant Shadin's head approached his body, and while he caught the base of Grimmjow's neck, he was met with an intensely durable Hierro; the energy tightly packed around the spot, denying Shadin's teeth more than impressing themselves upon the skin as both of Grimmow's hands appeared on either side of Shadin's skull.
Without warning, without stopping, this mad dance they had performed was consumed with a flash of light as intense Cero, like laser beams, flashed from each hand, like piercing blades slamming into Shadin's skull from either side. Just as quickly as the blast had emerged, Grimmjow's body was in motion once again. The amount of force of Shadin's assault was decimating the area; but Grimmjow had waited, bided his time, and that was the greatest moment he had seen for a counter attack, as those pair of ceros alone would have the force to pierce through a mountain range, due to how great their compression had become while Grimmjow had waited for his opportunity, in addition to his own natural amounts of Reiatsu.
As their tango began to come to an end, Grimmjow's entire body was shaking slightly. Not from pain, but from the too intense increase of adrenaline. He had been moving his body with such rapid, changing fury that the chemicals within his own brain, the ones which reacted to an adrenaline response, were going absolutely mad. It was as if someone had lain glasses in front of Grimmjow's senses; everything was felt, seen, and heard hundreds of times more than his normal state, and more than that it had made every nerve in his body totally numb, so even though his body had become covered in small scratches, the clothing but for his leggings obliterated, he still was fighting against the male before him.
"…!" He couldn’t speak anymore; the nerves in his tongue were too frozen. As Shadin finished his assault, he most likely would not be prepared while panting like that for the fist that appeared in front of his face. Like a missile, Grimmjow threw his right hand forwards; though he opened his mouth wide, no sound was able to come out. The fist slammed into where Shadin's face was, the force so absolutely crushing that the wall hundreds of feet behind Shadin's body crumpled, their foundations being blown away and leaving an absolutely massive amount of rubble in its wake. More than that, though, a strange effect had begun to occur… Spiritual energy was flowing around his arm, hardening in another shell but also looking ablaze, as if on fire. Grimmjow's spiritual energy had begun to act strangely, the male's arrancar instincts combining with this massive rush of adrenaline as a new sensation overcame him, his entire body shining a peculiar dark blue.
Shadin's kicks landed upon this surface, and for the first time he would experience the shell that had appeared around Grimmjow's body, like a secretion performed in reaction to something awful… like when a soul first underwent hollowfication. The shell denied Shadin's kicks, merely warping itself around them as it diverted the force to either side, his wide eyes the only thing visible as he threw his right leg up, moving at sonido speeds even though he was not consciously using it, slamming the leg into Shadin's body. IF he attempted to dodge, it would become a flying kick of equivalent speeds.
That was not all that there was to the male's attacks, however. His blade shot out of its sheathe as he shot his own body forwards, holding the blade high… as his left fist slammed into where Shadin's torso was, in a mere millisecond hundreds of blows raining down upon the male's torso and stomach as Grimmjow held the blade in the air, the energy that was flowing out of his body becoming even more dense on it, most likely a cause for concern. The energy was like that which Grimmjow had attempted to lay upon Shadin's skull earlier; meaning that its intensity was formidable to consider. However, the punches that were all shooting like a drill at speeds that Grimmjow himself could not perceive… once again, he was using his own pesquia….
His leg came up, performing a similar action as thousands of strikes repeatedly shot from his hip to his leg to his ankle to his foot and attempting to rain up Shadin's stomach over and over again, his own mind no longer able to perceive it as he kept his target and his own body in control using the power of his pesquia. "…!" This also affected his ability to speak; he simply could not at these speeds, as at last his body flowed forwards. It seemed as if it were flowing, perhaps, to an onlooker; in fact, they were just hundreds of Grimmjow's afterimages as sonido covered the entirety of his distance to where Shadin was standing, able to change his course any amount he needed to on his way there, the blade beginning to flow downwards, stopping where Shadin's body was.
The ensuing attack pierced into the ground, an utterly massive tear in the earth appearing beneath them as several miles below ground the force descended, lava able to be seen on the bottom of it. Grimmjow's mind was totally focused forwards; truly, it had stopped thinking in human terms; it was running on a concept now, a sensation the likes of which Grimmjow had never felt before. It was running on the concept of combat, raw and unabridged combat. The blade fell to his sheathe as he began to move his body to the side, the blade sliding towards Shadin once more as all the remaining buildings in the area fell under the power of the swords decimation.
The horizontal slash divided the bases of all the nearby buildings that were not directly in front of Grimmjow's body, as at last he began to hop backwards. This sensation was new to him as he began to run, the blade in his hand not shattering from his iron tight grip only as a result of the energy which surrounded its entire surface area. His running was that strange movement of Sonido showing once more; he was leaving a ring of himself above Shadin's body, waiting… and if he took too long, a literal TORNADO would begin to form around Shadin, sucking him up and pulling at the forces of his body from every side, in addition to pulling away all oxygen in the area, an interesting situation, to say the least...