Orochi -Rebirth mix- [Closed]

Until I get his different songs straight, his one and only track ^
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Orochi found himself caught off guard by his scythe flying out of his hand. After launching the orb of energy, he saw Redd simply deflect it back at him. Orochi had no time to respond as it slammed into him and he went flying backwards. He gripped the ground and slid to a stop, next to where his scythe had implanted into the ground.

To think I would have to use this so soon.

His body was battered and damaged, and his fatigue setting in. Orochi stood up and suddenly began to release enormous amounts of energy from his body. This was his first fight so there was far more than enough energy stored for this technique. He became enveloped in a crimson light. The ground began to shake all around him. As the light faded, a different Orochi stood. His helmet was gone. His hair had become a bright white. His armor had changed as well. His power had been increased.

Enter Orochi X.

The new Orochi stood, waiting. Though his wounds were not healed they were definitely less of an issue. Though this form required a great amount of energy to enter, he had used outside energy he had stored to enter it. Though he was no less fatigued, he was also no more fatigued.

[What are you waiting for, are you scared. Come and end me. Or I'll be happy to go find someone else who can.

Redd only observed as the male switched into a different form. It was an interesting sight if nothing else, after all he'd never seen a demons higher self. It was quite odd actually, in all his years as a shinigami he'd never ONCE fought a demon. Defeated a demon. Killed a demon.... Apparently there was a first time for everything.

The effect of this new form could be of dier consequence it was unlike Redd to take a release or display of power lightly. After all he was the vice- captian, and it would have been positively idiotic for him to not release as will.
" Oh-- were we fighting? I'm sorry its my fault really, you see-- I was convinced we were in the middle in a game of tag.
He said matter of factly to the more advanced looking Orochi-- taunting him.
"Well... in that case... Kumokuripingu.... Ban-kai"

With this phrase his voice was just barley over a whisper. He'd whipped his zanpaktou up to his own chest-- with the point and blade end going towards him. His next movement may have come as a surprise but upon doing this he shoved the article towards him-- it previously having been poised in the triangular crook just beneath his pecks.

Redd-opaque energy swirled where the thing made of metal made contact. He seemed to e stabbing himself in the chest but this was quite the contrary. If one had been paying close enough attention to his zanpaktou they would have realized the blade was far to long to have no come out the other side yet. Redd forced his own zanpaktou into his chest-- all the way up to the hilt and kept going, with the first inch of his hilt being forced into his chest four small blades began forcing their way out of his back- growing immensely as he went on.

These Legs made of metal resembled that of his shikai sword seeming to originate at his spine-- red and white swirling masses of reiatsu being their epicenter. These metal stretched out behind him-- almost completely straight exept for the joint that was closest to the end which remained slightly bent-- as if it was another leg, and it truth it was. These four apendages made a box like shape where they came out of the males back. Each one originating from the corners of a square.

An immense spiritual pressure was assumed, the air would begin to distort itself. The demon lord would soon find it slightly taxing to breathe, a small tightness in his chest beginning to form. Redd spiritual pressure was no Zaraki kenpachi's but it was formidable none the less.

"I guess its time that I end this..."

Redd seemed to vanish-- but not because he'd used shunpo -- no, in fact he didn't even need it. His speed had gone as far as tripling. Now being able to move at speeds that were faster than the eye could follow without the use of flash step. He'd re-appeared no more than five feet away from the demon lords left side. The blades that extended from his back-- the top two over his shoulder and the bottom two around his side. Coming from an upwards angel and slicing at orochi from both sides, these blades would reach to about 10 feet behind him-- Her would have to do some pretty fancy foot work to get out of this one.

Orochi was impressed at the power the being before him displayed. Orochi smiled too, as he knew his end was at hand. Redd had vanished and reappeared in front of him, and the blades on his back were encroaching on Orochi. Orochi used his phantom movement to jump backwards as fast as he could, though he was unable to avoid the blades entirely. All four came in and cut deeply into Orochi, leaving 4 deep gashes on his person. Orochi knew it was the end. However, he would rather go down after fighting rather than just allow the Shinigami to kill him.

Very...impressive...the warriors of this age...are truly worth fighting.

Due to his wounds he was breathing heavily. No sooner had he transformed than he would fall. He began to gather together what energy he had remaining. He held out his hand, and behind Redd something began to form. As the demonic mass of energy condensed, it was a clone of himself. Not exactly as powerful as he was, but due to the clone not being wounded it would fight better than he could. He and the clone both raised up their hands and fired out three orbs of demonic energy, stronger than his previous ones due to his new form.

Then, as his final offensive, he and his clone rushed Redd.

It has been...fun...Now end me...

Orochi and his clone released a blast of demonic energy at the same time, while also swinging their scythes at Redd. He had put all of his strength into the attack. Though it would not be enough to do much if Redd got hit, it would be his final action for this fight.

Red ducked - and spun the blades at thier joints around him-- two had been deflected by said- blade apendages and yet another two had whisked by his head as they cam towards him. Though there was nothing much he could do about the last two which exploded upon his stomach and lower back. Thier power was great-- but not great enough to kill him. His clothes in these spots had been singed away -- the layer of skin that was struck were red with a small amount of blood.

They'd hit him yes- but the fight wasn't over stood-- stpinning aorund as he did so as extending his blades out so that they were straight. The clone orachi's torso would have been cleaved intwain due to how close he was. A charged pop was heard as Redd shot into the air-- the ground caveing in on itself-- making a small crater where he'd been standing before.

His blades whistled as the air was filtered through them-- creating a buzzing sound to all within a range of 1/3 of a mile. Orichi would be feeling the full effects of these abilities. His hearing would by virtually non-existent
His sight smell and sense of direction only at 50%. There was no escape.

Redd roared as he flew upwards-- It stung like fire where he'd been hit by these attacks, and he was angry.
Redd flew downwards his blades still spinning about him seeming like four sets of helicopter propellers-- or more appropriately spinning blades of doom.

At this point-- the line where Redd's lower body that had been hidden in black, seemed to not be there at all. Redd's silhouette was just barley visible-- his frame blending in with the dark earth around him.

The Demons clone lay in a slimy heap just to Redd's right-- He'd landed only slightly in front of the orignal who'd been left alive due to the fact he was on the ground.
Redd raised his hand -- pointing his index and middle fingers of his right hand towards the beast that lay-- spent before him.
"Bakudo 9, Horin
An orange tendril enveloped in a spiraling line of electric energy shot from Redd's hand. Wrapping itself around the neck and arms of Orachi a number of times before it finaly atacked to itself back at Redd's hand creating a loop.
"Thm, Now lay here and die"
He spoke in a menacing tone allowing the rope to drop from his hand as he turned and wen't on to dash off-- he'd reached a distance upwards of half a mile in minutes. He knew the Kidō wouldn't last for ever... and with the determination that thing had shown- he could only expect it would weasel its way out and come for him some day or the other... and Redd would be ready.

Well, I'd say this thread is officially closed.