An Unstable Butcher Enters the Scene...

The insane cackling of the crimson haired Vizard continued, causing the crowd to give him an increased amount of space. Every few seconds Horus's hands would visibly twitch towards the pair of tanto held in his belt, the urge for a fight growing stronger and stronger. As the man continued to walk his interest was suddenly capture by the still parting crowds, except they now seemed to be parting for two other individuals. As Horus neared the two the crowd gave the trio ample space, knowing the exact purpose behind the floating fortress... It seemed Horus had already found a pair of foe's too face. The insane grin worn upon the face of the crimson haired Vizard threatened to grow wider, to the point of seeming to shatter any emotional value Horus's face would hold.

The woman heading towards him definitely appeared to be a Shinigami, even if her clothing was a variant of their own. Her purple hair would have made it easy for Horus to track her, had he spotted her before the crowd had that is. He watched the woman come too a stop, holding her ground before him as she drew her blade while her partner caught up. As they waited the woman's voice broke through the murmur's of the crowd...


Horus's reply to the girl was an increase in his already insane cackling. Such was the volume of it that it caused nearby shop windows to shake & vibrate in their frames. Horus looked directly into the woman's eyes, his own golden/bronze eyes clouded with insanity and the need for a fight. For a few moments he was silent until deciding to speak up.. His tone was oddly calm for one who showed such signs of insanity and blood-lust.


The Vizard erupted once again into a roar of insane laughter, only to be immediately cut off by the arrival of the now introduced, Sherri's partner. The new arrival, a Miaka had quickly introduced herself and spurred on about holding no hate towards Horus... This had only caused his previous laughter to continue, albeit at a lower, darker, and almost echoing tone. This one had quickly handed something to Sherri before drawing her own blade in preparation. The low ominous chuckling of Horus continued as he remained silent, currently distracted by the words of Arashi.



Whether Tamashī no Kyōki chose to stay quite, or was forced too do so in this instance was unknown at the moment. But be it as it was and Horus already had the challenge of two foes facing him, Arashi's words served only to spurn on the already building blood-lust and want for battle. Weeks of nothing to fight finally spilled forth, all that pent-up blood-lust instantly rushed forth rolling off of Horus. The crowd around them began to freeze, shake, sweat, and puke due to a combination of fear and the sheer intensity of the blood-lust. His own foe's reactions would simply depend on how accustomed to such blood-lust they were.


The Vizard roared, his voice growing darker and echoing as he spoke. Black and red reiatsu began to wisp around the Vizard face as his laughed continued once again, now echoing with insanity, blood-lust, and sheer power. Within the blink of an eye an odd goat-dragon-like visage appeared upon Horus's face. The coloration of the mask was black and red just like his own reiatsu. Oh yes, he was not going to hold back either, and boy was he going to spill some blood.

The Vizard's reiatsu rushed forth, no longer being held back, causing various effects on the crowd around, from simple paralysis, or blacking out and dropping to the ground. The sheer amount of spiritual pressure being released from Horus upon dawning his mask would feel as if an immense weight was set upon his foes, though the stronger they were the less it would potentially effect them. Golden eyes were now tinted crimson and alight in the sheer thrill of the upcoming battle. A single clawed hand rose before Horus, black and white reiatsu swirling in the center as it gained a crimson outline. The mass of reiatsu continued to swirl for a few brief moments before Horus uttered one simple word.


The reiatsu launched forth in a finely compressed beam, black and white reiatsu swirling in its center while the crimson continued to outline it as if flames. The ground beneath the blast tore apart as it made headway towards the two foes, even if their strength equalled his own the cero would still inflict quite moderate damage from burns & explosive injury, to potential fractured/broken bone. Though if his foes were somehow stronger than he the cero would more or less only serve as a distraction, while still capable of damage it was quite a bit less than if they were his own strength.

Horus then drew his blades with quick and precise grace and activating his Reiatsu Scalpel technique, bathing his limbs in an ultra fine cutting layer of reiatsu before pushing a portion towards his blades, granting the twelve inch blades of the tanto's a further six inches in reach and range. This all would happen in but the instant he drew his blades. The ground beneath Horus suddenly shattered and formed a small crater as he suddenly vanished in a burst of sheer speed only to reappear on a nearby roof and await the results of his cero, but not before settling into a defensive stance, that if attacked, put his limbs and his Reiatsu Scalpel in the perfect placement to fight back or even simply inflict damage in the case of defending any hand-to-hand attacks.

All the while the crowd could only help but wonder what the results of this fight would have on this area, and just how unstable the crimson haired man could possibly be. All in all a large majority of the crowd began too depart from the area, deciding they'd be safer elsewhere. While the more ballsy of the crowd stuck around, eager to watch the fight.