Cascading Serenity (Open)

Even in the midist, as two males were facing a literal army, there was the light of hope. In the black night, there was a flicker, a twitch in the air ; there was literally light. Suddenly flowing from that cavity, was a sort of strange pressure ; it felt nothing like the people had ever felt, as a curled up form was in the middle of this bright light. The light flowed, and then, a delicate foot touched the ground, as the light constricted, and then vanished. Out of that light? Utter darkness, as the flames played the visibility in the background. Raven strands floating like a trail of vaporous night, pale ivory skin that was that of a doll's as the form's eyes opened. Crimson blood, like the flow of something great, as the curious gaze looked around. It seemed almost unusual, as the girl looked mechanically around her, as if the entirety of a massive army-like setting wasn't enough for her to be scared. In fact, her face was completely impassive, as if she was wondering where she was. Tilting her head to the sky, she seemed to hold a moment, and then her gaze fell onto the male before her, the Tsukiyomi. Not that she would know this, but observing the stance of many, and his own, the girl just walked towards him, her hair flicking. That's when the dark black of her school uniform was visible, the traits that made her female now obvious. This was a sudden appearance, as the girl moved towards the kneeling male.

Bending her knees, and patting her skirt, she was at an eye level with the male now, and without a word, extended her hand, and wiped away the tears that had formed on the male's face. Her very appearance and manner might be startling enough for him to drop his guard. But the girl wiped the tears away with a calmness that seemed almost inhuman ; and her touch was slightly cold. The forces around her? Were not happy with this interference, as the girl stood up, turning to face the shaman. Her eyes of blood were just calm, as she then noticed a particularly pro-active shinigami exploding something relatively near-by. ''Survive.'' she finally spoke, her voice like the the summer night bells ; clear and dark, but a sort of darkness that was comforting, as the first of the fifty men came towards them. The girl seemed to not think much of it, as this enraged the soldier ; they were more then likely all tense due to the explosions and possible murdering of their compatriots. The male moved in on the girl ; but then she just wasn't standing still. Her movements were fluid, smooth and ethereally elegant ; and with her two palms, she struck straight in the center of the man's chest, with a force that threw him back, forcing him to land a few feet away. The others had to scramble to avoid the male, as the girl straightened herself, the black hair falling back into place, as if she never moved.

However, the girl had her head almost cleaved off by the pro-active shinigami ; her body jumped backwards to avoid it, her hand smashing into the ground, and then jumping herself up, floating for a brief moment in the air. In fact, she was staying in the air ; and without warning, her body shot downwards like a rocket, her fist smashing into the ground. A small gravitational force pulsated, and sent anyone near her flying ; the girl then stood back up, and looked over to the two males. Her cheeks reddened for a moment, as she shuffled embarrassed, looking abashedly cute. ''V-v-v-voi.'' she muttered audibly, before her blush faded. This was only the start ; after all the, male that these men were looking to assault had yet to move into battle. Her word, the singular word she had truly spoken, might've spurred the male. His emotions played on her mind like a musical melody. She understood his emotions, and yet didn't ; the duality of that fact was unique, as the girl stepped back, ready to support the other as needed, using the wind to read her positions. After all, she wasn't sure how she ended up in the Rukongai ; or even why this place. But the girl had figured she had to do something here ; and thus she would.

Shisome was ready for whatever this was.

It seemed that the male was surprised. Shisome could feel the sudden swell of happiness, the disbelief and the longing hope. The girl was not quite sure why he held all those feelings when he looked at her, but the girl didn't mind. If he would use them to survive, then she had no complaints at all. The black haired human let her breath out softly ; the very fact that her being was here was strange. Then again, her adaptation ability allowed her to, like a Sugiura, be both spiritual and physical all at once. The girl was very much unique in every way possible, as her fingers danced in the air, slashing death with just a few adjustment to her body's parameters. It felt good ; these powers were sealed within her for far to long and sought an exit, to exist briefly like a butterfly. The girl's movements danced, mainly avoiding, as she would draw them into Ketai's range with but a few movements. More or less? She was feeding the enemies to the meat grinder that was Ketai and Wolf, using her footwork to distract, confuse and render them vulnerable. That was the beauty of the doll like girl, her movements flowing and fluid, her body like a small faerie if one were to believe such tales. She was truly something remarkable, as she moved out of the way.

And thus, Ketai's flames, beautifully mesmerizing, made her breath catch. But her attention moved to the Shaman ; the one that Ketai was feeling immensely towards. The girl did not know the Shinigami's names ; but she understood something. This man? Was someone that had to die. But Shisome had a light problem right now, as she felt the entirety of events slow, like a movie on x2 less speed. Her eyes caught everything ; her mind was moving so fast that it felt like it would break. Within seconds, she understood her strategy, as the human simply clicked her fingers, and Chaos Warped. Not that any Shinigami would expect that ; that was something an Iramasha could do, not a human like her. Grabbing the other shinigami, she then Chaos Warped back into where she was. And then with another tap, she was gone. That left Wolf facing five guys aiming to smack him with swords, and a hella Kidō coming his way. Normally it would bother Shisome, but she was sure he would survive ; her main concern was the Shaman, with a book that felt absolutely familiar. The Shaman's gaze that held defiance and arrogance as to what she could or could not do was going to be shattered. As Ketai fought the Shaman, Shisome gathered from his movements. And the second he stopped? Shisome would move into action.

Her hand reached out, and within mere second, the Shaman would no longer be able to move. Shisome had tightened the air space around his body, compressing it to the point it worked like shackles. Her other hand moved forward, as now Gravity was added into the mix, adding more pressure. ''Stopping was never the option.'' she said to the shaman, her voice cold and apathetic. Working with her anatomical knowledge, she hit a spot in his arm, as the book would fall from his hands, but float towards Shisome instead. The girl took a look at the book, opening it, holding the Shaman there. With an understanding written across her face, the girl then crushed both of her open palms into a fist. The Shaman would feel extreme pain and then nothing, as Shisome utterly crushed his entire body. The body would explode in it's own little ball like area, splattering like a ripe fruit. The girl moved the orb towards the remaining fighters, and opened it, dropping the crushed organs, innards, blood, bones and basically remnants of their once leader, in a blood bath shower upon them. The girl moved her hand, touching the book ; as she touched it, it burnt into flames. Why? Because the book was part of the book she had absorbed much earlier on, and thus, she simply drew the powers back to each other. In a way, the book was never lost, but now could never be found.

Shisome landed on the ground, and walked over to Ketai. Again patting her skirt, she crouched down, and softly ran a hand through his hair. ''You survived.'' she said softly, giving him a really gentle smile. The girl wasn't sure if her entirety was successful, but she just smiled at Ketai. It felt like she knew him ; like a part of her soul understood something lovely. Confused, but not refusing the sentiments, she was allowing him to see something special ; a rare, gentle smile. Probably something that Sachi would've done ; again, Shisome remember the name he had spoken. It was familiar.. but why? She would have to find out.