Electricity sparked on his hand and sword, and his body shot forward, his body overcome with a burst of speed. Hundreds of slashes would be sent by the Raven, mixed in with blasts of electricity of various applications of how it would be used. Each time, they would all be either blocked, or have no effect at all. This monster was hellishly durable, and Henrex had to give them credit for that. After getting punted away for what felt like the umpteenth time, he rose, yet again, and sheathed his sword.
Breathing heavily, his mind traversed back to the time in the Iga mountains. The lessons where Soke had taught him about the ninja hand seal of Zai, and how they controlled the elements of nature. His energy diverted towards the lightning, fire, and yin aspects. As a result, he had been able to create his own kuji-in. It appeared that now was the time to use them. So, by placing his hands together, and performing a flurry of hand signs, before sticking his index fingers up.
Inhaling sharply, before exhaling, a colossal stream of fire would explode from the tips of Henrex's fingers, before impacting his opponent, and he heard grunts and groans coming from the blazing inferno, and he knew that his attack had not been pointless. While he hadn't shot it out in the shape of a fireball, how the hand seal would usually be done, it still retained the immense power that would cause this samurai to suffer.
A torrent of smoke burst forward, and Henrex leaped backwards to prevent himself from inhaling the toxic fumes. Silence engulfed the area, and Henrex's hand trembled slightly as it hovered over the handle of his sword. It was quiet. Too quiet. He should be in pain, or something that would break this silence. Samurai, as Henrex knew due to being one, were never so...stealthy. He listened for footsteps, or anything that he could recognize as odd, but he found none.
Panic set into his system, and his fingers gripped the handle of the katana with a fierce vice, before a roar broke out of the smoke. Charging once again, the man only held one of his katana, but Henrex knew that with two hands, there would be far more power behind his swings. His sword sliced through the air, blocking and pushing away the blade by mere millimeters away from his body, with many of them hitting true.
Blood spurted from his body, and cuts formed. No noises came from him, though. As he responded, the man simple gave a big belly laugh as Henrex's futile attempts to damage him was greeted with even further, and far more powerful swings. The weight of the weapon often times forced Henrex to break off the connection between swords, and had him change his style of attack from melee, to range.
Various attacks from his lightning orb, as well as multiple changes into more of an equipment approach, with him hurling shuriken at the male. But, this man proved himself to have a durability and defense that would be able to even rival Mirja's. Although, that was somewhat of a bad comparison, as he hadn't fought Mirja in quite some time, and he did have quite the number of ability that could have the potential to change that.
With another powerful swing from his now two-handed weapon, Henrex rose to block, before he felt a foot connect with his chest, sending him flying much farther than before. So, he was ignorant, but it did show that he could learn. As Henrex landed on the ground, he felt a sickening crack inside his midsection.
As he tried to move, pain shot through his body. Although it wasn't too bad, it still was something that would inhibit him. Quickly getting to his feet, and dashing forward, before thrusting his arm forward, the orbCHidor would send thousands of volts throughout the man's system, causing him to cry out in pain, his arms falling to his sides.Do I have him? Will this be the end?
As his eyes caught his arm moving from the corner of his eye, he knew that it most certainly was not. Attempting to break off, he squirmed and struggled to get out of range, but found his arms trapped. Looking up at the cracking mask of the man, he could see the eyes proudly shining with victory. His hand was trapped by the samurai's, and no matter how much he struggled, he wouldn't be able to escape before his rashness would be punished.
So, while his hands were trapped, he stretched his wrists to press his hands together, and to quickly make the hand sign for Zai, the hand seal that allowed one to control the elements of nature. He knew that he would regret doing this in a short time, immensely so, but he knew that it would probably be the only way that he could get out of the man's vice-like grip. Holding himself back from groaning in pain from the incredibly discomfort that his arms were forced into, he close his eyes and allowed himself to channel his energy in...a different way.
But, as he were to do that, he felt one of the man's massive bear hands leave his wrists, and Henrex was about to begin to wriggle his arms free, before his eyes spotted the sword being raised to the shoulder. Frantically wriggling, he felt the iron grip tightening, causing him to cry out in pain as a quiet crunch came from his wrists, the sign of something on the verge of breaking. Frantically, he began weaving signs again, aiming to use his kuji-in in a different manner.
As his eyes burned holes into the eyes of his opponent, a thick, white line would coil around Henrex's body, shielding his body and arms from this attack, instead cleaving into a ghostly white snake that would fall to the ground. Blood spewed from the reptile, and it writhed around on the ground, before finally coming to a stop, and dying. Forcing his way free with a quick, but powerfully draining burst of energy that would cause the man to recoil, and release him.
As he rose the sword again, ready to deliver a damning blow to the nigh-exhausted ninja...he stopped.
His arm lowered, and Henrex's eye met the man's own, seeing it move in the direction of the ear. Henrex had seen this gesture of the body countless times, and he knew what this usually meant. Communication, whether it be to retreat, new orders, no matter what it was. It was communication with someone, most likely the commander of this massive Goliath. As if on cue, the male nodded, before ripping his other katana out of the ground, before turning around and taking off with an abnormal burst of speed.
Snatching up the his cloak, slipping it on in moments, before kicking off the ground and setting chase after the mysterious assassin.
"You don't get off that easy, my friend."
Placing his sword within the sheath, and allowing the lightning to dissipate, Henrex poured more energy into his speed, managing to stay just under the samurai's. Gritting his teeth, and weaving hand signs, a large bow and arrow made of lightning spawned in the grip of Henrex's hands. Drawing the string back -- which was a fairly difficult task to do with his current condition, and nocking up three of these bolts, and letting them loose, flying to the left, right, and finally aiming at the man himself.
As the arrows narrowed in on their target, the male's form disappeared, with the energy that was left behind evident to noting to Henrex's senses that he had used some sort of extreme movement technique, similar to a Flash Step. If they were human, then it could have been one of many things. Gritting his teeth as he watched the arrows land in the empty spaces, before detonating, Henrex quickly burst forward with an equal amount of speed, disappearing and reappearing in the same manner than the samurai had, leaving the explosions behind him.
Damn! He can sense my attacks, and he waits so that he can dodge him. But why? That durability could be more than enough to counter it. Does he trade off his strength and durability for an immense amount of speed?
With his eyes narrowing, he would yet again try to attack them from afar. With his gaze focusing on the back of the male, he soon gave up on the attempt. He couldn't do anything at this rate. Unless the guy lost his speed in an instant, he wouldn't be doing much on this. So, he simply continued to plow on, unsheathing his sword if he decided to stop and initiate combat.
But, after a few hours, he never stopped. That is, not until they were met with a massive set of black doors, to which they opened for the samurai, and he rushed in. As Henrex put on a burst of speed in order to get in, the doors slammed shut, and Henrex ran face-first into them. Groaning, and quashing the somewhat good feeling that came from receiving pain, Henrex rose to his feet, and looked at the doors. They seemed to only be made out of standard steel. Easy work for someone like him. Flipping his sword backwards, the male would quickly zip from left to right.
With his attacks made, and his sword sheathed, he closed his eyes to prevent himself from flinching from the sound of the doors falling to the ground. But, they never did. Opening his eyes slowly, and taking a second glance at the doors, he saw that his attacks had only made mere markings, probably just dents in what now looked to be an impenetrable fortress. Sighing, before sheathing his sword, Henrex figured he had to bring out a bit more of...heavy artillery.
Rolling his shoulders, and clasping his hands together, Henrex's eyes would close, before a large amount of energy would begin to exert itself from his body. As this were to happen, a large red orb would spawn itself in front of the door, and Henrex's body instantly backed away, before the orb would expand into the size of one's palm. The next events that would occur would be, in simple terms, very destructive.
A detonation went off, with the power equivalent to a napalm bomb, causing the doors that stood before him to be blown away from the extreme damage of the blast, as well as sending debris his way. Covering his eyes to prevent his eyes from being damaged from it, Henrex slowly began to walk forward. Bringing out his Container, and tapping on it, he would spawn two things. One which would be the Blind Harvester First Generation that he purchased from the Cybermind.
The second thing would be something of his own design, with help from KJ Yunashi to construct it, as he lacked the materials at the time. One of his Magna-Bombs. While it did no real damage to anything organic, it definitely was something that would give people who were reliant on machines a really hard time. As the smoke cleared, and the inside of what appeared to be a laboratory was revealed, the BH1 would quickly thrust itself forward, standing in front of Henrex, to which he simply tutted the creature, and it -- just as quickly -- moved beside him.
His eyes softly glazed over what lay in front of him. As he heard a man in a white coat scream, his eyes narrowed, and he soon gave the creature the order to attack. And so, it shot off to fulfill Henrex's wishes. As Henrex went to take a step forward, he immediately fell to his knees, forgetting about the damage that the samurai had done to him. As his regeneration kicked in, sapping more of his already massively drained energy reserved, the wounds, both internally, as well as externally, would be healed slowly.
Groaning as his energy was getting to low levels, Henrex brought his arm back, before hurling the Magna-Bomb forward, the item activating in an instant, and drawing everything magnetic towards it's center. Which happened to be a majority of the weapons that the various people in this place held. More of the combat Eves from before rushed to confront their intruder, to which Henrex responded with the same thing that he had before. Drawing his sword, and in short time, severed the connection of the hood, and the rest of the bodysuit. Every single Eve Project that came his way would meet that fate.
While they would not die from something like this, they would be rendered near useless for the rest of the mission. Upon this, Henrex would tap into a tiny amount of his energy reserves, creating a demon portal that would transport the girls back to Vastime. After he would sever a connection, he would put them into that portal. Any of the Perfectus that would try to attack him would simply be slaughtered.
Bodies fell to the ground, many of them being the Eve Projects, to which they would only be laying there for moments, before being transported back to Vastime. The Perfectus? All that they would be at the end would be corpses, piled on the ground. Gritting his teeth as he continued to fight his way through the lab, Henrex just kept pushing himself further and further past his limits, and constantly bringing out the best that he had.
It took hours to finally clear the lab out from everything that was within it. Hours of energy use, physical energy drainage, equipment, and more. Henrex was completely exhausted. There was barely any lives left in the lab. The only people that Henrex kept alive were the scientists. Keeping them rounded up in a corner, with the BH1 guarding them while Henrex looked through the files of everything, Henrex proceeded to look through everything.
Mirja had brought him out there for a reason. He hadn't gotten enough time to figure out why she had brought him out to that place, and how she knew everything that she did about what she took him too. Sliding up to the computers and typing away -- thankfully the scientists didn't lock them before they went to attack him -- searching through files, and opening up everything that they had.
His eyes furiously darted everywhere, absorbing information, and finally discovering the truth. A heavy breath left his lips as he read through the digital journals, various notes and blueprints of various projects against Mirja. A lot of these were amazing ideas in general, even if they were to be used against Mirja. But, with Henrex having taken over the lab, he would not allow these to be used against Mirja.
Pulling out the container again, and retrieving a flash drive, Henrex plugged the item into the computer, and began to copy everything over. Every last scrap of information that he could get on these computers. As the male collapsed into the computer chair that was in front of the massive array of screens, and beeping and glowing lights. Sighing softly, Henrex knew that he would be resting for quite some time after this was all over.
But, as he began to lean his head back, he saw the name of a file flash before his eyes, and his head jolted back forward, and his hands scrambled to get to the mouse, quickly locating the file and opening it, revealing the blueprints to what appeared to be a weapon. A weapon that was meant to be the first prototype to be successful to combat someone of Mirja's strength. Another note had been attached to it, saying that this had been completed, and was currently stored.
Leaving the computer to do the work he had subjected it to, he headed off to where the scientists were, grabbing one of them and using Finger Needle Fist on them, shoving his pinkie finger into their ear canal and causing an intense amount of pain to encompass their body. Quickly submitting to the painful ninja technique, he was quickly told where all of the weapons were being kept, to which Henrex responded with a quick punch to the face, knocking the man out.
As the doors opened, Henrex was greeted with quite the sight. Thousands of weapons, all of which were most likely prototypes that failed, but there was one thing that Henrex saw in them. Potential. Snapping his fingers and moving the demon's Kage portal directly under the weapons, and allowing them all to fall in, and this time, fall into his room in the Soul Society. As he went through the different storage units, he took everything. Technology, equipment, anything that he thought he could use.
After a few minutes of clean up, he returned to the computer, seeing that the files had been successfully transferred. But, as he was about to leave, he saw the shell of the system themselves. The hard drives! They would prove useful as well. Quickly prying open the computers, and pulling out the hard drives, he held them up, before storing them into the Container. These would definitely prove useful. After he pulled out his own flash drives, he was quick to remove the scientists flash drives as well. Storing all of this, Henrex turned around to head back home, before one more thing registered into his head.
A burst of anger shot through his mind, for what he had just learned that day. What this "Caanan" person did to Mirja was...infuriating. As a result, Henrex felt that he should have something destroyed of his own. Something that he cared about taken away from him. So, Henrex stored the BH1, through a combination of sealing techniques, as well as storing the sealed creature back into the Container. Drawing his sword, and slaughtering the scientists, Henrex grabbed the remainder of what was left in the place, before going through the computers one last time.
But, it wasn't information that he was going for. It was some sort of meltdown sequence. Surely, if they were worried about someone intruding and stealing info, they had to have some sort of fail-safe. So, within a few minutes of searching, he found something. Well, he found a bunch of things. So, he decided to just do the next best thing, destroy it. So, with some swipes of his sword, the entire lab would be left in ruins. Sparks spewing from what remained of the computers, Henrex took a deep breath. His job here...was complete.
As the demon portal moved to underneath him, and the final bits of his energy was sapped from him, Henrex dropped into it, and began his descent into his room in the Soul Society. Groaning as his body refused to move, Henrex simply allowed his body to do whatever it needed to. As he fell through the portal, his mind though back on the events of the day. There was so much that had happened in the span of a single day. If he were still a human, he never would have thought it to be possible to do all of this.
His speed had been improved, his strength had improved, as did his weapon skill, and his swordsmanship. He had managed to get everything that he wanted to get done. A deep breath came from him, before he recoiled in pain. Not only had his limits been tested, they had been entirely shattered, and regrown anew. A small smile came onto his face as he looked onto the day with pride.
The portal opened, and the familiar surroundings of his room, and the home-like scent that came greeted the boy's senses. Landing softly on his bed, and wincing in pain, even from the slightest touch of the sheets against his cold, ashen skin. A much larger wave of exhaustion swept over Henrex as his eyes began to close. A small tinge of dizziness and nausea swept over him as the manic high that he had during all of that faded, and his body remained still for what seemed like forever.
How comical. Mirja was hooked onto speed, and now that she had introduced Henrex to it, he was hooked as well. It felt like he needed to keep moving, even though his body couldn't physically do anything more. The boy chuckled quietly as he finally succumbed to the embers of slumber.
This...had been one hell of a day.
It was about time he had something that would push him to that extent.
[OOC: 16,078 out of 16,000]