- SieghartyVeteran Member
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Mon Jun 07, 2021 11:06 am
His back felt pierced by the heavy flames of that Shinigami’s kido spell. However, he seemed to barely resist it as it blasted him into the fray of Quincy that fired upon him and the Menos. Parts of his body flew off, but as he landed, his blade suddenly appeared beside him, and the Quincy that dared approach him was sliced asunder. Injury is buy a moment of respite from fighting for him as whatever damage that kido spell had done ceased to exist. With a dark smile, he disappeared into the debris that his Menos created.
He danced across the battlefield, a demented angel of death and destruction. Each cero fired, each particle of dust kicked up: it was all for his enjoyment. His enemies will notice their ranks thinning at a startling rate. As one person becomes obscured, his presence on the battlefield fades. Not even the cries of the damned could be heard over the music of war, in fact, some may say they complimented one another.
Yaksha would find his attack countering the Menos’ attack, but it did more than just that. It overpowered the Menos, dispatching its head from the rest of its body. With that done, the Menos fell to the ground, it’s body beginning to incinerate. At this, the demon threw his sword upwards into the sky, right at Alastair from one of the dust clouds. The sword was meant to dissect the man, but if it missed, it would continue sailing at an angle before falling and piercing the dying Hollow. Just like that, with a pulse, the Menos began to rejuvenate, its form resisting its own death as its mask regrew, and it rose once again. The demon would soon appear at its side once more, blood splattered on his red body.
“We have more guests.” He would comment as he turned his head to the approaching members of the other squads. Bravo 1 will find a battlefield soaked with blood and the ripped bodies of their comrades, the dust settling and revealing the scene to all. In actuality, only four people remained: Yaksha, Yugiri, Alastair (possibly), and Ira. Yaksha’s cry towards Jackson was wasted, for that man was one of the first to be felled by the demon, purposely.
“Welcome! Welcome! Even more lambs for the slaughter!” With a wicked laugh, the menos began firing more ceros into the area, lamenting the land with chaos.
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Mon Jun 07, 2021 11:34 am
"I'm not done with you!!"
To hell with stealth, she kicked off and chased him down to take advantage of her agility, footwork and overall speed with her shunko to augment it all. All she had to do was not get hit and hit him more, so far he hadn't demonstrated anything in the way of magic that suggested a lot of versatility in that area and she was going to take full advantage of it.
"Hadō #1: Sho!"
Her hand touched the flat of his sword, a small moment to prepare and send it staggering away with the sudden burst of outward force. Hopefully it would get sent flying out of his grip but he was pretty strong so she didn't count on it. An opening was nice though and so the tiny form of Yugiri sidestepped around his torso and underneath the arm she had just made fly away to put her palm on the side of his chest.
Her hand turned like she was turning a door knob and as her hand turned it would feel like she was trying to force his lungs and heart to turn over by following the motion of her hand and be crushed under the stress applied. Normally she'd need to grab him from both sides and pull outwards to try and play tug of war with the heart in an act reminiscent of opening a temple gate but Yugiri was bastardising it with shunko to try and get quick results.
She would dub this... Door Opening Palm later.
- LockeSeasoned Member
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Mon Jun 07, 2021 2:10 pm
It was Yaksha's cry, of all the things, that saved the Sternritter from a rather grisly end. His gaze turned haphazardly from the Menos and spotted the comically large weapon hurtling through the air toward him with enough time to react. His mouth hung agape for a split second, paused in the motion of responding to the hollow's question as he twisted in the air to face the oncoming blade, but no words came from his lips. Instead, grasping Falke with both hands in a similar manner as one might hold a baseball club, he swung the spirit bow with the intent to unleash an Entladungsstreik as soon as the weapons connected and send both parties scattering in opposite directions.
It did little to divert the demon's blade from its true course, still sailing forward into the midst of the fallen Menos, but it successfully propelled the Quincy away from it at an alarming pace. Alastair immediately realised he lacked the time to switch Blut from Arterie to Vene, though perhaps the former was what had provided him with the strength to withstand even a glancing blow in the first place, and so he impacted the ground nigh instantaneously and with little grace. The first bounce made a rather discomforting crunch, the second and third were mitigated somewhat by the Wolke that had taken just a moment too long to activate and he came to a sudden halt in a small crater amidst rubble within the storm.
Vision obscured by the dust cloud that surrounded him once more, Alastair took a long moment to reach out and regather his focus. The demon seemed to be temporarily occupied with butchering what remained of Delta 2 and Omega 3, that much was apparent from the cacophony of shortlived screams that echoed across the town square. He had not expected them to draw the demon's ire so soon into the battle, given the nature of his more impactful allies, but perhaps he and his men had just been in the way.
He was severely injured, that much went without saying, as a myriad of cuts and gashes now ran up the length of his body from the crash, but it was not like he could withdraw from the fight. For better or worse he was trapped on the field, so he resigned himself to that fate and muttered a quiet prayer that at least he might have the opportunity to do something more before he lost consciousness. Reaching a bloodstained hand toward the sky, he focused upon the Leiden Hant and mustered all the spiritual energy that he could. The channelling took precious moments, leaving the fight to his more experienced comrades, as Alastair called upon his Vollständig - Der Feuersouverän - and an orange light shone from him that pierced through the haze of the fractured battlefield.
Rising like the mythical phoenix, a pair of vibrant wings lifted the sole surviving Quincy from the crater in which he had fallen. White flames licked at the wounds upon his skin, cauterising the worst of them, yet he hovered in place defiantly as reinforcements began to arrive.