Wise eyes watched the room around him, as he slowly worked his way through a pack of cigarettes. When he was a younger man all this waiting would have been driving him mad, and his eyes kept glancing to the path he would have paced around the room. He was suited for battle, promised the glory, yet he sat here, bow on his arm, quiver on his hip, but still the only enemy he fought was the overwhelming desire to light up another cigarette.
The cigarettes, and the slight twinge coming from his hip. He knew it was just sitting in one position for so long, and he was still in prime condition to fight. But every morning the wrinkles slowly crept further across his face, which pissed him off a little more each day, and now his hip...
“Verdammt,” he muttered while begrudgingly rubbing his legs. Sneering a little he peered through the cloud of smoke around him and willed someone to come into the range of his bow.
note
2 things...
First someone get in here and fight me dammit!
Second I don't know German, apparently this guy only speaks German help me out a little if I fuck up.
Well, the dance partners were paring off and Zakeriah reached toward the pocket sewn into his robes for a cigar when he saw a young man already smoking. Everyone else seemed to have chosen their battle leaving a...Quincy for the Templar to fight. 'Damn it.' This wasn't going to end, as much as Zak loved battle Raifuku, or Faust, or whoever he was...seemed to have and endless supply of minions that might just be more illusion to throw their way. The waves of power washed against him and he wondered if the captains around them would have to hold back to keep from quashing the weaker shinigami in their wake.
Lightening danced around Zakeriah in erratic bolts as he focused his rage and began to stoke the fires. "Quincy! You're mine."
The bolts collapsed around his arm and an arch of power lanced forth.
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Ability:In his released states Zak has managed to harness these bolts by taking more mastery of an ability already granted by his Bankai to send a bolt out and retrieve his sword for him. He can now physically grab the bolts and hold them stable as if they were chains attached to his arms that he can swing up to about five meters from his body. As long as he holds the bolt it is solid and works just as he might wield an electrical chain, by releasing the bolt it loses cohesion and becomes (mostly) harmless energy again.
Alternatively, by spending 10% rei, Zak can fire a bolt of the lightening energy at an arch that travels 20m. This blast is not intended for continuos use and he can only fire it once per 5,000 rei in a battle (caping at 5). The hope for this technique is simply to attempt to stun an annoyingly ranged opponent enough to close the distance between them.
His sneer hung on his face until the bolts were close enough that he could taste the sulfur on the air. Then in a practiced movement the quincy leapt from the spot using Hirenkyaku, vanishing back a safe distance. He smiled as his long bow materialized around the wooden one he now had pointed at the shinigami. With the pain in his hip subsiding a single thought lingered on his mind an arrow left his bow lancing toward the shinigami.
There was no way a man of the sword could beat him at range...
Zakeriah grinned and rushed forward, he'd had more recent encounters with these archers than he cared to consider. How he wound up battling these constantly ranged and magic-wielding foes of late was driving him nuts. What he wouldn't give for a good old-fashioned sword fight right about now. His released blade arched before him with ease, ease that shattered the arrow and immediately the shinigami vanished into a flash step that took him face to face with his opponent.
"Go fuck yourself old timer." He growled with his armored fist cocked to smash the Quincy's face in.
His english was shit, but as he knew enough to know what the shingami had said to him.
“Sie zu fucker...” he spat, leaving the last word in heavily accented english to ensure the man understood him.
While doing so he ducked under the fist and slid along the currents of energy so he was once again at a safe range. This time the aged yet nimble fingers plucked an arrow from the quiver on his hip, and as he drew the arrow the energy shaped itself around the physical bolt. There was no hesitation as he launched it straight at the shinagami’s heart.
The Quincy was fast, (why was everyone so damned fast?) and had loosed another arrow almost before Zak saw the man materialize. The Templar knew he wouldn't be able to keep cutting through them, it took far too much energy to do so, nor would he be able to keep with this archer. The old man could simply maintain his range and gradually wear Zak down so he did the only thing he could think to do in the moment, hit it again. This time he did not access the draining technique and in truth part of him was curious to know what strength really resided within the bolt.
His zanpakutou once again met the energized wood and he was surprised (in the least) at the explosive force behind it. The thunder was silent and the energy wave rippled forth powerfully enough that he may as well have clashed blades with another duelist. The shock raised hackles on his arm and the whole appendage vibrated madly for a moment and Zak was stopped in his tracks with his gaze locked on the confident archer.
‘This is endgame. No time to be squeamish.’
“Bankai!” Zak roared with all the intensity he had to muster. Silver light washed over him as power swelled into his form and the timer started. His long sword swelled and shifted as the periods of lightning dancing from his arms snaked around the hilt and solidified into erratic spikes and chains. If he was to have a chance then he would have to close the gap and keep it closed.
Stage one
Fresh power surging through his body Zak charged into a flash step, ending it abruptly several feet short of striking his target with his sword; instead, an electrified lashed forth for the Quincy’s feet.
“Hrmm” his voice was crisp and deep, and immediately he was gone again. He had enough experience with shinigami to know not to stand still, especially not while they were in their final release.
No his only hope would be to remain distant and force the shingami to stay away from him. Drawing another solid bow from his hip, the quincy created an arrow that would strike his opponent with devastating power. Imbuing one arrow with Streuschuss he launched it, and immediately let the bolt scatter into five, ensuring one wouldn’t miss, and then he drew a follow up attack from the quiver. This one he aimed to follow the shinigami’s movement, and as he released he imbued the arrow with Staffelen Shuss, ensuring the shingami would stay as far from him as possible.
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[ Streuschuss ] - "Scattershot”
As devastating as a hundred arrows may be, sometimes it just doesn’t cut it and you feel yourself in the need of something more specialised. Quincies who have started to gain a clearer understanding of the Chakudan-tree of shooting an arrow may find themselves capable of infusing a single arrow with 500 reiatsu, releasing it from their bow and remotely detonate it to release five arrows in a scatter-like fashion, each as strong as 20% of the original arrow’s power.
Requirements: 2,500 Chakudan
[ Staffeln Schuss] - "Stagger shot”
Quincy who train to high levels of devastation with their bows find that their arrows can stagger what they don’t outright kill. For every 2000 points in Chakudan a quincy’s arrow will knock back a target by 1m up to 10m, this effect also applies to the splash effect of Ryuusei, however secondary targets will only be thrown half the distance. Up to five arrows in any given turn may have this property.
(Gah! I'll have my computer fixed tomorrow, Tues at the latest and I'll be up and running again!)
'Arrows, do not let them defeat you.'
Zakeriah roared and bull charged straight ahead, his eyes and mouth blazing with silver reiatsu. His focus was already beginning to close to the point he was almost totally unaware the the forest sprouting nearby. The energy arrows met his first and he zagged slightly smacking at the attack with his free arm like so many gnats buzzing around his face. His armor flared with light as the energy arrow attack splashed against the liquid silver like rocks thrown into water. The energy traced along the armor as he ran, traced and reshaped, from a weapon of the enemy into a weapon of his own.
The solid, but charged, arrow collided with the Templar a moment later. The master archer's aim was impeccable and slipped through the opening of Zak blocking the first assault. The wooden arrow struck hard, cutting through the thick trapezes muscle of his left side. Two things didn't happen: First, the berzerker did not react to the obvious pain he should have been in. Anger and rage fueled him now and pain only stoked those fires. Secondly, he did not get thrown back...at all. The force intended to push him from his target simply broke.
The attack his armor collected shot free, five arrows of a single attack (now silver with the Templar's own reiatsu), and bore down on the Quincy. Immediately in their wake was the Blackwulf, sword high and dropping with deadly force and precision.
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Luna's Bastion:
This ability can only be used a maximum of two (2) uses in a single battle and Zak can spend 1,000 rei to catch the spell, if the ability falls within that range he can make it ‘his’. An actual second use of the ability effectively burns it out and the armor collapses, unable to be activated again in that battle.
Unstoppable Juggernaught: His resistance to binding carries over but has become considerably more potent as his engine is stoked to full intensity allowing him to expend 50% of the cost of a spell to break through it. In his Bankai state Zak's mind is so consumed by fire and fury this resistance now carries over to illusions and other mind effecting spells.
The Quincy’s movements showed an aged practice as he fluttered to the side of the attacks, just out of reach of the templar. The arrows the man had launched at him had fazed him little. He was used to shinigami using spells to close the gap between them and him, and the arrows wre merely a different form the attack.
As his feet came to a stop he drew another arrow from his quiver in a silent display of his power he channeled a large ammount of his reiatsu into a single arrow, and launched the only attack he could think of to break through the armor the shingami wore.
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Remember the seems normal bit...
[Vernichtung] - Annihilation
Pure unbridled devastation and the epitome of a quincy’s destructive nature given form ___ requires the quincy pay 7500 reiatsu from either their own reiatsu or their Shuuhaku pool to power an arrow. The arrow fires as normal empowered by the extra energy. While this seems normal, the true horror of this techniques comes when it encounters a barrier or other object and has more power than the barrier or object, the arrow will destroy the barrier and continue on losing none of its power until it hits its maximum range or an object it cannot destroy. The power of this technique limits its use to twice in any given battle.
Zakeriah's blade swung downward at a deadly angle into empty space, the Quincy had vanished into yet another of his flash-step like techniques but he didn't gain nearly so much space between them as he had last time, likely because the Templar had caught him off guard but an arrow was already drawn and blazed with insane energy. His glowing eyes snapped toward the archer just as the arrow was loosed from the bow.
There was almost no time for him to react so he did only what was natural, he brought his massive sword up in a great arch to collide with the damn arrow. The two powers collided with shockingly devastating effect. The arrow and blade held against each other as though two swords were locked with the fighters leaning into one another to gain leverage. The explosive power of the arrow washed over him and Zak actually began to be pressed backwards by the unbelievable force behind the shot.
He was not about to fall to this foolish archer and roared against the power pressing against him. The intricate swirling patterns of his armor flared in response but it was far too much force for it to absorb. The Quincy's reitsu glowed along the narrow ravines in brilliant fashion and, while sparks of silver tries to flare against it, there was far too much and with a silent detonation of power his armor did not shatter but retreated into it's dormant state. The explosion cleared and the Templar stood breathing heavily with his body smoking from where the reiatsu had scored him but the arrow lay broken on the ground, broken into pieces only by grace of Zakeriah's superior strength granted by his Bankai state as well as the phantom strikes of this form.
The Quincy had evaded him for far too long now, lightening surged through Zak's left hand and lashed out at him opponent like a whip, snaring him around the ankles. In a smooth motion Zak pulled backwards hard to yank the speedy man from his feet and put him in a proper position for skewering.
The aging man cursed under his breath just before the whips touched his ankle. Instincts brought yet another arrow to his bow, but the raw surge of electricity that followed did little to help his predicament. His body convulsed as spasms of the electricity roared through his body.
As the spasms stopped he realized he was on the ground jsut in range of the shinigami. There was no time to get up, and he realized there was only one chance he could prevent the next attack, and maybe at this point blank range he could land the shot. Laying on his back, and drawing back the string of his bow, the quincy launched yet another arrow empowered to knock the shingami back..
