Two Vizards Are Better Then One

Takehiko just wasn't in the most talkative of moods due to that. His power wasn't a good one to use. It didn't allow him to wield it properly. Gently his right hand extended and rested on her shoulder. Quietly he pointed towards what seemed to be a strange portion of the mountain. It was discolored and didn't match the rest and further inspection would show it moved. As it appeared to be a door of some sort. Takehiko had an idea just not a very good one. They didn't have a way to open it and well this would have to work. "I'll...draw them..to me...when you see a chance..go in and find whatever you can about who runs this." Takehiko inhaled straightening his form up slowly. There was a hint of hesitation on the Kuchiki's frame. He looked for a moment considering drawing his mask down. Entering that state to if anything just allows Abigail five minutes. Did he need too to use his shikai here perhaps? One strike with it would do to knock on the door right? It was too risky he could pass out from blood loss.

"Five minutes, that's how long you have to find something...Kill whoever is in there..leading them or..get information...Don't....come near me..you'll know.." He Takehiko slowly walked across platforms above the snow. Not remaining in it as a rather solemn look hung on his face. Acceptance perhaps as he stepped from the bushes. His eyes looking towards a camera. Slowly he pointed his finger upwards shooting the camera with a blast of air from his finger. Performing Hadō 1 with little trouble as the air smashed the camera into pieces. Once again he was leaving the harder task to her. Ruin stood ready prepared to take him out of the form. Akuma looked sad almost that his brother had to use it. Slowly his hand came up to his face now. Pulling down a red mask formed over his face. Similar to a samurai mask with two horns on the head, fangs reaching down on either side of the mouth. Bringing up his fingers as he wore his mask now small crackling electricity formed.

Black and blue as lightning danced around his index and middle fingertips. Before emerging in a powerful beam that shot clear through the door and caused loud screaming. The bolt had black electricity formed around its outer side with hollow energy pulsating around it. He'd infused hollow energy into his lower end kido creating a version that felt and acted differently. Crackling electricity went through the door as it began to creak and groan. Snow falling as the door began to open. Men beginning to emerge with guns and other weapons were drawn. Slowly within his mind, he spoke. "Go ahead..Ruin. Takehiko gave one last sigh before it began. Takehiko's body remained still almost unnaturally so. A pulse came out now of violent reiatsu blasting snow backward. His head rocking as it happened almost like he was being taken over. Slowly his hands began to tense as did his entire body. It was like a painful transformation was happening.

Bullets rained towards him without delay or thing to block their path. With a roar, a blast of reiatsu sent them into trees. Slowly his hands crept forward slouching as breathing was the only noise heard. Takehiko's form shot forward with a blast sending snow into the air. His hand smacking with a swipe across a man's jaw. The impact of which sent a splash of red everywhere. As the man's torso fell lifeless to the ground. His form twisted avoiding a sword piercing him by grabbing the man's face. Slowly a cero formed in his hand causing the male's head to be blown off. They continued firing but despite losing his senses. He seemed to avoid bullets almost a note of the speed they lacked. Charging into twenty of them he let out a piercing roar as his voice carried through the Alaskan Wilderness. Bodies were flying around as a melee of punches and kicks with other things used. Punching a man through his ribs and into a tree. He'd thrown bodies around impaling some people on tree's as though they were weapons for him to use.

Abigail Portion: Inside of the facility it was filled with hover cars and complicated machines. Cages filled with children and parents who were at the half waypoint. They would go to new lives from here. As slaves for the sex industry and everything else imaginable. Guards continued to pour outside to fight the rampaging Kuchiki. To the right were the barracks and sleeping quarters. Where men rushed grabbing tools and weapons. And to the left was the command center, where processing happened and the commander of this outpost resided. Not a capable fighter but a businessman. His belief all could be bought if they were worth his time. So this had been a most promising evening perhaps a recruit for the beast pens. Someone to fight in the arena until they collapsed without regard. They could make him money that was all that mattered. But to come alone was such a folly that maybe death would welcome them. He chuckled observing the fight outside with enjoyment. While women against their will wearing shock colors pleased him.