The Dying Light [Rio De Genaro - CIVIL SEIZE]

The twisting contorting hate, everything was burned for the stretching tides of horror ... everything awaited to be consumed by the fire. This man this beast one would know as a legend, as a brutal destroyer was no different. Xaver chayton a man with "morals" and a code he sought to hold himself to when truly he to was just another outcast searching for hope, another dog thrown into the pound awaiting his time to emerge as a stray or a simple house dog. Tora could here the darkness in his heart radiating crying for the sorrows he endured those he lost but all tora could force was a patronizing laugh as this man who seemingly thought his own strength would stop the horrors of emptiness from crushing rio, from consuming this place under a tide of corruption that it already had encountered. He fell forth his hate and displeasure with Toras actions his anger was a pressure unlike any other a weight over the head of a man as though a beast stood with its fangs bore ready to pounce, however Tora could only find love his body trembling with pleasure as he would stare at this ma his insanity pure and uneasily breaking through the surface as he broke into a hysterical laughter.

These words they slipped forth intending to be the knifes to the heart but what Xaver should have realized ... tora had no heart. This was a man without any remorse for want less desolation he killed and tortured because honestly it brought him joy to the highest degree, even now he stood at half mast the excitement of this pure insolence pushing to arouse him. Toras mind was filled with horror, the psyche of Tora loved the gruesome things watching all of the world around him suffer and the reason? he was fucked up ... that's all their was. Tora never had have he never wanted others to understand what he wanted, he just like the feeling he got from carving apart the skulls of the weak then feasting on their cerebellum, the truth in toras eyes was simple he liked it because simply he could and this my friends was the man who now faced the EX captain commander, a man with no morals no discontent or hate and absolutely no cares for anything he said.

So as this man babbled on about shit concerning the horror and desecration here Tora could only agree and proudly examine this mess he made with a crazed smile and nod his outright demener in all this relaxed as though he legitimately didn't even acknowledge the presence of this man in front of him. So as he shot this blaze of hued blue lightning tora could only drop a cold smirk as he stepped forth His radiating aura falling from him lark a dark fog enough to clog the throats of those who he hated and make them curl up gasping for a simple breath. he stood not even facing this energy as it came closing in, no his eyes stared to Xaver, he wanted this man to see just what he was getting into. raising his right hand to this incoming beam he'd wait that evil look never leaving as he just awaited the spark to hit.... however it wasn't something so simple as a death wish. As soon as the lightning touched his fingertips toras move would come into play, the vibrations cast from his hand would slowly seep into the core of this kido vibrating the very electrons within the lightning shifting all inertia from them stopping this lightning dead in its tracks as it shifted the atoms of the energy degrading and ceasing after mere seconds, tora had shut this kido down before it had even began the only trace left was the partially burnt hand of tora which took the energy head on.

But this of course left Tora in the face of another little treat, the second kido burst towards him,a simple binding kido not a thing many took very seriously but tora took exception. After all this to him was an insult to his persona like he was some bondage whore waiting for Xaver to lock him up and play with him, that was his job and he'd let everyone know he was the dominatrix among these 2 and not the gimp. within seconds of shots being fired toras phantom tech would launch into play the woofers very core reverberating the air displacing vibration around him sound out low pitched frequencies of sound, and as this kid came close to tora it would seemingly hit a barrier of pure reverberation, with a swish of his hand hed knock the energy from the air the sound waves forcing the kido away sending it spiraling into a building to just be destroyed, this little test of skill was weak and tora knew it, this man was trying to gain some Insight into the man. But tora had yet to even move from his spot, or erase that grin from his face.

Mmmm~ say "it garners" again, its making me wet just thinking of what you could "garner" i just could blow my load right here. Your not as cute as some of the other plebeians i killed, and that suit leaves nothing to the imagination my pretty little thing. But you know I'm in such a good mood that id happily break you open and feast upon your juices~ your lower intestine is calling to me, i can hear it screaming for more, it wants to be filled rammed with my knife over and over, filling it till its satisfied, "please daddy, please give me some more" i could only imagine just how much of a slut your liver must be, but don't worry ill get to fucking it after I'm done with the rest of your body~

His words would eliminate over this silent battlefield his presence all the more menacing as he slipped his hands to his pockets his grin turning to almost a scowl of discontent. What happened next though was something even the most fucked of minds would conceive as twisted. Tora pulled his from its sheath twirling it within hiss left hand as his right sat peacefully away in the confines of his pocket. With a sort of pure madness tora plunged the tip of his blade into his own cheek running its blade down till it met the edge of his lips, but he dare not stop their he'd soon twist his head to show his other cheek before rinsing and repeating the process, and all he could do while this was happening .... laugh. Nothing but that echoing pleasured cackle ringing forth, sure it hurt but tora loved this he loved the blood, the crushing fleeting pain .. the ideal of a fixed smile~

Look at this, a Glasgow smile~ we must be related, after all how many dark and brutishly handsome Irish men must be around?

and with the blood hurtling with spit as he spoke tora would move his speed beyond that of anything normal, his speed reached at least mach 5 within seconds, the ground itself ripping upwards in a massive wall of rubble as his pure vibrations ripped below it pushing it all upwards. And just ashed come face to face with xaver not 10 ft away hed let his vibrations lock around all of the rubble in this air and hed change their direction heading straight ahead, even morphing their inner molecules shifting the velocity of these pieces of rubble so that a simple stone would equate to a building as it hit, even if these projectiles missed they'd cause a mass explosion on impact with the ground causing a tremor that would rip apart a lost a 300m radius, if it hit Xaver? well a few broken bones would surely ensue if not a pure fatality. But tora hadn't finished, launching to flank the man toras speed would put him behind this man and within a comfortable distance away from his own blast zone just in case, and at this point tora would allow his reiatsu to build, the pure pressure immense and the energy output latching onto every sufficient bit of sustainable energy his hive network could link to and that's when hed fire it, a cero with the power of something immense even drawing on the power of the electric shield he'd laid around rio, this cero was something no man should stand in the way of even that of a gran ray cero was likely to dwarf in comparison, and right now it was heading straight for Xaver.

This war had started and Tora would not let some man who was once proclaimed a leader try and take from him what he desired .... this city was toras play ground and he hadn't yet finished playing with all his toys. Xaver was in for a surprise for this homicidal psychopath had already set his eye on the next action figure he wanted and hed just die~ to place Xaver in his collection of play things.

Tora Lionus.

The man was a complete mystery. Not only to Xaver, but to the whole of most people or organizations that would consider themselves on the side of "good". Hell, even most neutral or antagonistic people would find themselves with the same general mindset, as there were few alive who could remember a driving force powered by the kind of masochistic and irrational insanity that the vizard standing before him was emanating. The cold stares, the pure and unfeeling gaze, that maniacal and echoing laughter. It was more than enough to drive a lesser being utterly mad simply from proximity. It was most fortunate, then, that Xaver was not a lesser being. The Mongrel Vizard watched, stoic, as Tora laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Xaver knew that his words would probably fall upon deaf ears. He was aware that, in all of Tora Lionus' sheer mind-numbing insanity, there was little that he could say to emotionally scar or even generally affect the vizard he had challenged today. The words weren't meant to scar, they were meant to goad, to prod, to see if there were any buttons inside that kuku clock of a mind that the Monsuta leader possessed that could be pushed to garner more immediate action than had already been displayed. Unfortunately, it seemed as if Tora was taking this ordeal not for the confrontation that it was, but as a testament to his own power, if anything, as the Lionus was displaying a complete disregard for not only his own body, but the surrounding area, and everyone in it. This was, of course, something that Xaver had accounted for. It was the agreement that really got Xaver. While he was not the most innocent of men where a kill count was concerned, the former Zero Division leader found Tora's readiness to eagerly lay claim to responsibility for these atrocities utterly repulsive.

Xaver's eyes saw more than some might think. As the Hadō technique he had launched traveled toward the Monsuta leader, Xaver watched as Tora blocked the attack, seemingly dispelling the entire kido within seconds. Was it an energy dispersion technique? Something to repel kido and other attacks made with spiritual energy? That couldn't be the case, could it? His fingers were burned, so there had to have been some contact. It wasn't repulsion or prevention... it must be a reversal of some sort. Xaver's eyes narrowed as the second kido closed in, watching ever-so-carefully as it was swept away with little more than a thought. That was it, then. It had to be some kind of bounce-back. A feedback technique, or reverberation of some sort. Those were the only logical assumptions to be made from the data he had already collected. The next step, then, was simply to collect more.

"Mmmm~ say "it garners" again, its making me wet just thinking of what you could "garner" i just could blow my load right here. Your not as cute as some of the other plebeians i killed, and that suit leaves nothing to the imagination my pretty little thing. But you know I'm in such a good mood that id happily break you open and feast upon your juices~ your lower intestine is calling to me, i can hear it screaming for more, it wants to be filled rammed with my knife over and over, filling it till its satisfied, "please daddy, please give me some more" i could only imagine just how much of a slut your liver must be, but don't worry ill get to fucking it after I'm done with the rest of your body~"

Xaver scowled, his demeanor losing some of the relaxed and laid back facade that he had managed to keep on until this point. This opponent was truly and thoroughly depraved, it seemed. If there was any reasoning with him, it wouldn't be easy, if even possible in the first place. This train of thought was interrupted almost immediately by the next action Tora took. Xaver watched, eyes wide, as Tora took his own blade and cut himself from cheek to mouth, making a joker-like grin on himself with nary hesitation or remorse it seemed. Xaver's eyes slowly narrowed again as he realized just what kind of opponent this was going to be in the long run.

"Look at this, a Glasgow smile~ we must be related, after all how many dark and brutishly handsome Irish men must be around?"

Xaver felt the shift in energy even as Tora's speed was massively amplified. As the vizard appeared directly in front of him, Xaver was ready, the long red lance that was his Zanpakutō materializing in his right hand as he brought it to bear in front of him, spinning it rapidly as he deflected chunks of debris in all directions, knocking each far enough away to where the explosions wouldn't even touch Tora or Xaver at the distance with which they were launched. As Tora disappeared once more, Xaver found himself once again ready as he turned on his heel, raising his lance far above his head before bringing it down hard directly into the oncoming energy, splitting it cleanly down the middle as it screamed on either side of him. An intense heat was created where Xaver stood from the sheer raw power passing him by, but thanks to the blessing of Xaver's father, he was immune to such conditions. As the last of the energy passed, Xaver looked at Tora with a cold, dead stare in his eyes that communicated only one thing.

Play time was over.

Xaver's right hand began moving rapidly as he twirled his lance between his fingers at speeds no one should've been able to accomplish with just one hand. He remained this way, staring and spinning, for but a moment before disappearing in another flash of shunpo, re-materializing directly behind Tora as he stopped the spin and brought his lance in, hard, for the right side in an aim to bruise ribs or, at the most, break a hip bone. Xaver was relying on his lance to do its job in this regard as it was woven and crafted specifically to prevent the kind of deflection or disruption that Xaver had witnessed earlier with his kido. His eyes flashed blue as the Starfall gift he had been granted multiplied the speed of both his shunpo and that last attack by a multiplier of 4x, exponentially reducing Tora's chance of even seeing this devastating attack coming. But Xaver was long past standing back and waiting, and whether or not Tora took that attack, Xaver was ready.

Xaver disappeared in yet another burst as he took to the sky, appearing about ten yards above wherever Tora would end up after that last attack, raising his right hand down toward the Vizard as he called out. "Hadō Number Seventy-Three! Soren Sokatsui!" With this command uttered, a huge torrent of blue energy exploded downward toward Tora, in a similar fashion to the last kido assault he had unleashed on the monsuta head. However, he wasn't one to make the same mistake twice, and he knew that this attack would more than likely be deflected, or rebounded like the last one. And that's exactly what he wanted. Pulling his right arm back, Xaver grinned wide as his eyes flashed blue again, his 4x amplification transferring to that of his strength as he put all of his force into hurling his lance downward straight toward Tora, calling the name he so fondly regarded. "Gáe.. BOLG!" With this called, the lance's property would activate, multiplying the damage output that it would inflict by seven if it were to hit, causing an arm-splitting and/or possibly fatal attack depending on how much of it the Monsuta head brunted, blocked, or dodged. The lance came up directly behind the kido as per Xaver's timing, piercing through the energy at the very last second to, hopefully, take Tora by surprise and do some significant damage. Xaver smirked as he slipped his hands back into his pockets, waiting to see what the result of that assault would be.

The justification of reason, everything ends and when the time comes every bit of reason faults. Tora Lionus was a man of these ideals every thing that one could perceive as any type of sanity was beyond Tora, he was a warped man he saw neither the black nor white just the red .... and he only wished to make that beautiful crimson flow through the world. And now this broken vision of an evil that lay in his heart brought him here facing a true fate, a fate he created the fate he stirred into morphing this way, killing for a simple peace, sating himself was impossible but inevitably tora was here to corrupt the light with only shadow. And right now that vision of shade was blurred by a defying fading light and for some reason that light was one even tora knew wouldn't go out.

for so long tora had been known as an enigma, a man that was wiped from every record. hell after Toras network had come to fruition he removed every trace of existence from the face of the earth, all one would know of was a simplistic name. He was never a normal person even as a kid tora had been somewhat of a ...different child, but no-one ever expected the evil within to surface like it had. Tora was inevitably a smiling homicidal psychopath waiting to happen, And then when the thread snapped it was a vision as cold as the ice that would settle, Toras mind was something out of storybooks a mind that say no inevitability but in the same instance saw every possibility. He was corrupted the thoughts he produced were beyond lunacy he was honestly just doing things because he could, he was just fighting because he loved the sight of horror, it excited him and honestly he was here because he wanted to see the white of Xavers eyes and see the charred remains that this man could be ... and after that? hell to him necrophilia was just another thing to try. So in this moment Tora was perceiving the countless ways this man could be feasted upon, just how he'd taste and ultimately how long Tora could last till he blew his load.

But all this was medial for now as Xaver turned his attack to nothing Tora knew that the ideals of what he would do to Xaver was a misconception he'd created far to soon. The man in front of him ripped apart his move like it was butter, he had just as quickly as it had started ended the onslaught and began it a new. Toras eyes scanned his cyber mind tracking the extreme movements Xaver was making, this mans speed may even be in comparison to his own, but tora wouldn't let him get the upper hand. As he disperses toras trail tracked him following him as he reappeared behind him. The lance fell with brutal force backing it, but tora too was not afraid to get into a little rumble. AS the lance fell toras hand would shoot forth his intent obvious, tora intended to stop this hit cold. His vibrations cast into the air yet again affecting the friction between both the air and this lance, to knew that by forcing large amounts of friction between the air density and this blow would slow it to a near halt even making it near impossible to move forward as soon as it touch toras hand, his own force making it unmovable, but it seems even without this attack xaver was still ready. He drew back moving at immense speeds yet again, for a second even tora lost him but then with his words it was obvious, the air above.

The man extend his hand towards tora his hand glowing a bright blue hue as a massive burst of energy seeped down to him. Tora knew this man was one of immense power but seemingly right now he was relying on just pure kido, it was odd for a man whos skill with his Zanpakutō to rely on such weak techniques. So now as the energy ripped towards tora his mind raced pondering what this man was doing, he knew this man had already seen his ability to stop this energy cold but yet he pressed on wards? Something was wrong, and as toras hands raised his vibrations leaking into the air around him waiting to yet again reduce Xavers attack to nothing he would see it. The Lance, it shot through the energy ripping apart the very energy around it as it shot with deadly strength to the white haired mans position. But even in the sight of this trick all tora could do was force open his mouth in a demonic laugh, his cheek bones showing as the skin where he cut his joker smile earlier lifted. Toras intent here was all to manacle, he clasped his hands together awaiting the impact of this lance, but something was changing and it would be obvious to any around .... the lances momentum was reducing. Tora had never expected this in fact it was a amazing surprise to him, but his powers allowed him to prepare all the same, even at the speed this lance traveled it wasn't enough to stand against toras vibrations as they latched onto the air around it and began to shake the atoms of the forces around this lance therefore shifting the objects inertia. as quick as the lance fell its power that was imbued by this move was being stripped away each millimeter it dropped more and more of its power seeped away, toras intention was to make this attack nothing more than a feather touching a giant.... however he wasn't so lucky. One may not comprehend the strength behind this technique and tora was definitely one who underestimated it, so as it came down pressing itself against the man it seemed that he hadn't truly stopped it, it ripped through toras shoulder burying half of it through before the breakdown of inertia was completely stopped leaving tora with half a lance sticking out his back.

With a small amount of shock Tora turned looking to the bottom end of this Lance, that now stuck out in front of him, and all the response he could fathom was drawing his face close and licking his blood from the lance. Like a whore straddling a mans joy he let his snake like tongue flicker across both his wound and ride up along the steel, he took joy in this even going so far as getting aroused by being stuck with a a god damn pole arm. but as he draw back he'd turn his eyes to Xaver his joyous friendly and unhindered evil smile returning, with a simple push he dug the lance the rest of the way through burying it in the ground behind him as blood began to pour out of him. This act however seemingly brought tora to ecstasy, he stood his legs trembling as he began partially moaning his eyes rolling back as he jerked back and forth once or twice before stopping and lifting his head straight to Xaver letting him know that he was having so much fun~ right now. And as he stepped forth the pain in his shoulder didn't seem to relent, Tora didn't mind that much in fact he loved pain relished it and brought pure love for it even when it was to himself, but he knew he may need to plug this hole before it became a problem. with a touch he shifted the cells in his skin dragging it over his hole as he made a sort of partial stopper even shifting the cells in muscles to reform them at a much weaker durability of course. After all this though the hole still was yet to be closed fully so he did what he knew best, he took his needle and thread from his pocket and drove the metallic string through his skin and out his back, repeating this till he had closed off this hole, sure there may be some internal bleeding but that didn't mind tora .. he loved blood~ especially his own.

Subtle and juicy, it brings me to climax every time, god i love myself~ and here i was thinking your weren't going to play with me Xavy~ yet you get right into the mood and start plunging things in me, it just makes me all juicy wet and brings me back to half mast to think of what else you've got in your bag of tricks, your like a prettier version of Santa Clause.... truth is though, the fat man disgust me, too much pedophilia involved with sneaking into houses in the middle of the night, i mean ... i can appreciate it. But honestly if your going to do it do it where someone can watch~ .... You know, its going to be amazing playing with your innards xaver, i cant contain my excitement ... lets begin eh? bankai.

And with those words said the pure energy encompassing around tora would be unlatched his incandescent pure chocking aura would cast out, the very darkness in him slipped forth as he placed his right hand to the ground, his vibrations embedding into the earth bellow them, but they wouldn't stay dormant ... no they'd rip forth shaking the very ground bellow this entire city square as it opened up tearing the earth itself down into the great abyss, buildings feel crumbling down as this massive sinkhole began slowly ripping outwards, a fissure forming and the black depths seemed to continue on forever, tora however had no time to worry about the ground falling in as he'd used his enhanced speed upgrade to launch himself reaching almost mach 10 in a second and placing himself behind xaver. His intent was simple with a lift of his hand upwards the terrain around him would lift upwards following his hand as though it were his pet following his every command, and with incredible force as tora flicked his hand forward he'd send a tidal waved of rock rubble and pure destruction hurtling towards Xavers back, if it hit it would leave one hell of a mark ripping him a part under the vibrating rocks, if not it didn't matter to tora for right now ... he was in pure bliss.