Artist: Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard Song: HUNGRY Word Count:
Now this was the type of fight he was looking for.
The thrilling feeling of the air standing at attention, awaiting for the awakening of colossal power buried in the muscles of the king. Even now as he felt the prickling of power beginning to gather around Toshiro, a deep breath was taken savoring the moment. It was time like this between the fabric of life and death he found purpose. It was moments like this he knew what he was made for. The fight was beginning and with it the establishment of a new era of fighters- of men and women who potential knew no such thing as limits.
As the sky above Hayden changed for a mere moment, to see Toshiro begin whatever ritual he was planning was exciting. But it did not make Hayden nearly as complacent or unaware of his surrounding as one might think- you did not get to his status by simply being unobservant. The world could barely perceive the raised hand above his head as worn fingers simply grasped the dragon which had thundered down at his position. In a shocking display of raw titantic strength he had gripped the dragon as it came onto his location- a combination of his blinding speed and continental breaking strength.
The man could only look up as a look of annoyance came onto his face, before it morphed into something akin to a slanted smile. He was impressed by the thunderious beginning, almost respecting of it. But such power was only going to act as small displays of dominance- not true power. It was why as he gripped the dragon's head with a singular hand his hazel irises cast themselves on the new presence felt- the primary Toshiro.
The crackling of energy. The bubbling of destructive power only one element could possess: His own. Lightning. Pure untapped essence of the most destructive force of nature. To see the shinigami wield it brought that slanted smile of his to a full on grin. Unmoving as he allowed the Shinigami to crash towards the earth and let off the massive attack. Hayden grip on the Ice Dragon tightening for a moment, enough to perhaps break bone if this creature had such things within it's jawline. But Toshiro would soon find out something shocking about his enemy.
As the lightning power made contact with the skin of Desmond Hayden, the energy being absorbed into his being rocketing through his internal energy channels. His body pivoting slightly, left foot stepping forward as his arms drew near his body through raw might jerking the icey dragon with him. The man would turn his full body in a matter of a second before extending his arms out throwing the ice dragon and with it redirecting the raw energy towards Toshiro countering the offensive onslaught with an equally destructivr show.
One might forget before Hayden was the King of Vastime, before he was a man of note, he held the title of 'Wrath of the Storm-Bringer'. Hayden's body was very much not only attuned towards lightning based energy and elemental attacks- he was nigh resistant to them under the right circumstances. Not to say he couldn't be damaged by them, for he was sure had this attack simply struck him he'd feel it. But the fact remain his years of training and naturally profiency enabled him to utilize his energy channels as a means to redirect the flow of lighting... throw the icey dragon and turn both the dragon and lightning into one attack.
Hayden himself would stand there letting out a warm breath, lightning crackling about his body from remnants of tapping into his ethereal essence. It was not so easy to simply move the energy, he had to utilize his own energy as the catalyst- changing the properties of the lightning slightly. A black tint remained around the lighting as it arced through the icey dragon.
But to think Hayden's assault was over would prove to be false. For after he had launched the dragon the man would disappear in a burst of natural speed and flash step, appearing in front of Toshiro crouched low. His hand curled into a tight fist which hung low to the earth, his whole body tilting sideways as if to unleash a uppercut of the centry. The raw kinetic force being generated from flexing his muscles enough to cause a vortex of energy to explode upwards; a surge of murderious intent being felt.
In that second Toshiro would feel such a primordial essence of death that it felt like Death himself had crawled from hell to this battle. The cold embrace of death only moments away if Hayden unleashed this punch. In actuality it was simply Hayden's immense willpower emitting his true desire of a battle- his true intentions in this fight. He WAS fighting with killing intent, the only way to conduct a battle between veterans.
Yet... the hit never came.
Where Hayden was simply laid an afterimage, which faded away within a second. The real essence and being of Hayden slightly behind Toshiro, baritone voice ringing out. "They did not call me 'The Wrath of the Storm' for fun Hitsugaya."