Fukken Über [Geelong][War for Australia]
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Re: Fukken Über [Geelong][War for Australia]
Thu Feb 27, 2014 3:17 pm
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The day had dragged and spiritual pressure was spiking in every single part of Australia. Sting on the other hand, decided to take some burden of his feet and relax on a somewhat demolished night train; the strong smell of alcohol and blood filled his room while he observed the ceiling and attempted to sleep. Nothing out there caught his interest; he couldn’t be bothered partaking and thus the Commander of the Monsuta Black Ops simply lay there. He stood idly by while the rest of his buddies fought; as a matter of statement his brother was fighting too, notably, he was in combat against the so called King of Vizards. He believed the duo to be on par with one another in terms of strength but he thought the fight would have been pretty one sided.
His blue eyes wondered aimlessly around the room, every so often he inhaled and sighed, he was bored stiff. The odour was almost hallucinogenic, it was a vile combination of bile, vodka, E&J, blood and fuel. He had enough of simply sitting there, his right hand edged out of his pocket and thumped the nearby wall; the force of the impact ripped the wall straight off the foundation of the train. It was now ever so dangerous to step foot in the train but Sting aimed to go out with a bang. He edged his body out of the gap he had formed; behind him he left a trail of electricity that slowly began traveling across the conductive surface. As Sting began walking away from the remnants of the train he heard a transmission from one of the soldiers in Geelong; he elevated his hand to the ear piece in his right ear prior to pushing down on it. Coincidentally, as he pushed down on the ear piece and listened, the train behind the snarled and exploded into flames. He felt pleased as he had accomplished something useless in comparison to the grand scheme of things.
His finger prodded the ear piece once more in order to re-listen to the message. “Hakura Ha-a-g--- h-as bet-r-r-a---y the monsut—a. ” There was a lot of interference in the received message, but Sting was delighted. He heard the crucial parts of the transmission and that’s all he had to hear. His eyes looked ahead, he wasn’t too good with locations but he knew for a fact that Geelong was nearby; it was either north or east of his location but he couldn’t quite figure which. His body shook in exhilaration; he wasn’t permitted to fight the full-fledged members of the Monsuta and had always wanted to fight that ugly bastered. He smirked as his hands tingled in excitement; he slowly fine-tuned his spiritual sensing capabilities and within moments determined their location.
His psychotic eyes began glowing as a cackle escaped his mouth. His mental state began changing to that of a sadist; that’s what Sting was, a sadistic individual who enjoyed bringing pain to others at their own expense. He knew of Hakuras defensive and offensive capabilities which made it ever so fun in his opinion, he would be offered an opportunity to release twice the amount of pent up anger while still leaving room for more. The sole fact that Hakuras Zanpakutō was a defensive blade excited him; over the years he had only fought regular individuals, those who lacked the defence but compensated for it in strength, but those fights were quick and meaningless.
His eyes shook frantically within the confinements of his skull; he took two steps forward prior to leaping up into the air and propelling himself toward Geelong. He couldn’t contain himself, the ground beneath his feet shattered as he took off though his spiritual pressure was tone down as to not scare to instinctive vizard. His body flew effortlessly through the air, every so often he had to touch down at a nearby building prior to proceeding; his path toward Geelong began getting destroyed with every stoppage. His lightning enthusiastically bounced across his skin while his hands twitched in anticipation. His eyes looked for the traitor while he felt the presence of four diverse individuals.
There was one; she was fighting Nathan, another member of the Monsuta. Then there was the other who had just slammed into the ground. Hakura seemed to had released a flurry of attacks in a short space of time in the hopes of finishing his opponent; it was brutal but Sting loved it. As the demons presence began to vanish. Sting decided to warm up. He glanced toward Hakura for a moment and then vanished. Within seconds he found himself in front of the traitorous individual; his demonic eyes met with those of Hakura while his satanic grin could make a Nun cry. His right fist was already thrusting toward the man’s chest, in combination with the attack from the right fist came one from his left. While the right aimed for the rib cage, his left aimed to upper cut the exact same area in order to maximize damage; if it made contact it had the potential to break a few bones.
Some maybe have thought that the defence would absorb the attack but it wouldn’t. The first attack wouldn’t have done a lot of damage; however in combination with the second strike the force that would have impacted on a single point would do one of two things. The first, it would knock the air right out of Hakuras chest or it would break several bones upon contact. Sting timed the combination to hit almost consecutively thus preventing the defence from absorbing the impact of the first attack in time to maintain the impact of the second.
He wasn’t done, with the success of failure of the first series of attacks aside, he aimed to carry on. He didn’t care if they hurt him or not, this was a warm up, hence why Sting was simply toying with him. The right fist would fly toward the chest one again while the left aimed to punch the chin. His punches were at half of his regular power but even at that extent they were strong enough to deal a lot of damage and even level buildings in blows. Once that set was to one side, he performed hooked the man’s chin with his right, dominant arm and upper cut him in the chest with the left; the sudden twist and exertion of frustration really eased Sting into the fight. With the remainder of his attacks out of the way, he decided to perform the flash step in order to create a bit of distance between himself and the traitor, after all, the man smelled worse than that damn train; he wondered to himself when this man washed last. With the distance created, it was finally time for a damage review…
Afar, he slowly took notice of Nathan and his opponent. He bared no emotion toward either of them but the girl seemed to be in a rather bad condition. The rain poured in buckets as he diverted his attention toward her; she had white hair and looked rather out of it. Her spiritual pressure alone made Sting disregard her presence, he had no idea why Nathan was fighting someone who was far weaker than him. His attention returned to Hakura as he thought to himself "Is that who you betrayed us for?" his eyes were filled with resent while his mind began conjuring sadistic actions that Sting sought to perform. It was odd, considering the demon that passed away not long ago, why hadn't they finished with this girl already? Her spiritual pressure differed from that of regular Shinigami; there was something about her presence that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but if Nathan was too damn weak to finish it then he would simply have to add her to the list.
He had nothing against the girl, but she was the one who was standing in the way of the Monsuta. She was weak in his eyes and that alone would make him look a pussy if he was to take her life after finishing up with Hakura. He grit his teeth as he thought about it, considering every possible situation; his blue eyes couldn't stick to one thing, they were constantly darting around almost like a newly born childs. All of the war, he had been sat on his ass, it was about time to be rid of the traitors and those who stood in the way of the Monsutas cause. One thing dwell on his mind though, he was worried about Hakais well being. When his brother began his fight with the Vizard King, his spiritual presence was noticeable yet at this point in time, he couldn't sense shit. He hardly worried about his elder sibling, but when he did, he was constantly reminded of his death in the living realm, he attempted to contain himself at this point in time.
The thought of his brother being in harms way again often catalyzed his fights, he girl was young indeed and she still had hell of a way to go, but the fact that two or even strong individuals were yet to finish with her got to him. The thought made his skin crawl to the point where he simply wanted to smash! His spiritual pressure began escaping his body, the orange with the hint of red swerved around his body as the ground 10 meters in radius began to shatter. His electricity began intoxicating the area while his eyes light up by the killer instinct; his teeth itched and his fists shook. His muscles tensed and his mind was put...
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