[11th/???] Week --: Round 1: Reijuu Kyuketsu vs. ???

Wayne · Jul 27, 2013

The screaming howls of the arctic storm front battered his ears. An ocean of white as far as the eye could see, the blistering cold slashed his skin, biting and mauling with callous, indiscriminate savagery. His cheeks turned numb, unable to register the slightest tinge of feeling. Fingers slowly tightening from the first stages of frostbite, his entire body’s heat plunged dramatically to deathly lows. With each breath he took, he could see its vapors billow into smoke from his dried, chapped lips. Stranded, isolated, Kyuketsu gazed out into the frozen wasteland, watching with blank, empty eyes at the unforgiving horizon that made up the skies. Bleak gray staining the firmament, descending into pale nothingness—so, so far from home... and yet still so fitting.

The raptor took a single step forward, feeling the crackling ice snap and churn beneath his heels. With the cold kiss of the landscape’s zephyr bashing against him, a single sign of life at last emerged from his near-calcified figure. A hand shifted by his side, flushing against the draping cloth of his haori, reaching for his sword.

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Apeiron · Jul 29, 2013

“Well now,” intoned the Founder-Captain. There was a playful smile on his face as his cyan eyes took in the wintry form of Kyuketsu. “I’m rather happy that this is to be the start of things.

“Bankai.”

In the flurry of wind and snow, the wooden staff held in Haresuno’s right hand shed it’s false skin and became an elegant staff made of bronze scales. His power roared to life with the same intensity that the Duelist Captain had so recently met head-on, and even observed.

“Let’s not waste time. It’s cold here.”

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Hi Nick :D

Wayne · Jul 29, 2013

“I don’t mind the cold. But if that’s the case...”

The Duelist captain unsheathed Tenzansatsu, its regal steel quickly falling blanched amidst the cascading snowstorm. Pointing its tip steadily for the Founder, a staunch flush of heat quickly spilled over the vista. The lightless sun born form Kyuketsu emerged once again, its influence as deadly and pronounced as ever. The sweltering madness quickly spread, desecrating the white warzone into a melting, fuming hell. Beneath the two combatants, the snow and ice fell into ruin, replaced by steam and water, plunging into the arctic abyss below. Nature itself bowed beneath the raptor’s infernal command, the land morphing, corroding under his tyranny.

“Self-preservation is a funny thing, you know? I just wonder which of us harbors it the least,” he scoffed, walking briskly towards the Gardener. “Ban Kai.”

A graveyard of swords once more vanquished the silence. All around them, piercing the dying fields were infinite blades all poised to strike down their quarry. Like raptorial, leonine eyes glaring hungrily at the outlier, each blade sang an odious symphony, melodic and beautiful to their master, yet cacophonous and baleful to their foe. By Kyuketsu’s command, all but four swords flew high into the heavens, scintillating like dying stars against a backdrop of bleak, dead gray. He sheathed two blades by his sides, arming the other pair on both hands. Clasped securely, he detached his vision away from Haresuno, his nose twitching, smelling the air between them.

His right talon swept forward, carrying an ascending arc whose slashing cry instantly manifested upon the other captain. The left claw was brandished askew, vomiting a surge of flames to rush at the man’s footing. Its jagged path, clearing everything in its way, the frozen earth shook and crumbled, falling into the watery depths.

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shutff

[Scorched Earth] (is beginning to melt everything, starting to take out the places to stand on) The notion of ‘shock and awe’ is what instills meaning into a Duelist’s fighting mentality. It is a tenet which has been pounded into their hearts and minds to the point where it has become as instinctive to as breathing. As such, those under the banner of the Eleventh have developed within themselves an internal, unquenchable fire which aims solely to crush and rapidly dominate their foes. The very presence of a seasoned Duelist in the battlefield incites trepidation and unease within the enemy ranks, so much so that the land itself becomes subjugated to their power.

For the cost of 3% of their reiatsu per round, a user’s spiritual pressure morphs and grows denser as it further weighs down on the combat zone. This reflects as a dramatic increase in the area’s overall temperature to the point where nearby water even begins to boil and evaporate. The closer one is to the user (roughly 10 feet), the more intense the influence becomes, pushing them further and further into dehydration and heatstroke. In turn, as time progresses, this could inevitably cause one’s actions to stammer and falter.

Ability 1: (inherently started) The name of Kyuketsu’s Ban Kai alone breathes meaning to its capabilities. When wielding the many blades of Fuhen Souryokusen, both the weapons and its master emit an aura of unfathomable dread and lethality. By paying 1% of his reiatsu every turn, Kyuketsu produces a heightened ‘threat level’ of sorts which completely overtakes the cognitive senses of even the most seasoned of fighters. While purely psychological, for every stroke and every step, each movement by the swordsman endeavors to thoroughly pressure and crush the target’s morale.

With time itself becoming a factor, the longer the conflict ensues, the stronger the thought of panic and anxiety fills the victim. Through this, each swing comes off far more hazardous than the last, and every near miss and parry brings a freezing chill running down one’s spine.

Attack 1: With the staggering rise in its power, the scope of his zanpakutou’s edge is no longer limited to physical objects; instead, the very foundations of physics have now become susceptible to Kyuketsu’s blades. For a fraction of an instant, Fuhen Souryokusen warps the fabric of space and time, allowing its steel to cut instantaneously from a great distance. With a single swing once per turn, Kyuketsu can strike at targets as far as 25 meters away with full force as if he himself was standing right before them. This costs the user 1,000 reiatsu per slash.

[Radiance] (aimed at Haresuno's feet, also destroyed a good chunk of footing between him and kyu) As a fundamental ability bestowed on all shinigami, one must be capable of manipulating the flow and exertion of their spiritual energy. This reflects primarily in the usage of a zanpakutou release, kidou, or otherwise. However, to excel beyond these measures would mean controlling one’s reiatsu at the most basic and elementary level—particularly by channeling it from their arms into their weapons. Those trained in Radiance are able to release their spiritual energy into corporeal form, in this case a fiery beam of energy whose strength corresponds to its user.

By giving up 5% of one’s current reiatsu, a Radiance practitioner can unleash a wave of raw power directly at a target 10 meters away which deals damage equivalent to its cost. As a rule of thumb, the speed in which the attack travels is proportionate to the user’s zanjutsu or hakuda proficiency, depending on what school their sword release is based on. As a nod to a similar ability shared by their Hollow nemesis, the color of a shinigami’s Radiance attack depends entirely on the user, although the default shade remains at light blue.

Apeiron · Jul 30, 2013

Kyuketsu’s first hungry talon-strike found air, but not for any fighting skill of Haresuno’s. Where Kyuketu’s strike landed, Haresuno’s form misted out of existance only to show the founder standing half a foot back. His phantom-self barely gone and already the founder hurled himself at Kyuketsu through a shunpo, it’s course barely altered by the devestation, his twisted reiatsu lashing out at the world around him - tearing into the beam that gnashed away at the ice.

What wasn’t torn down by Hitei Reiatsu, met reiatsu-hardened skin as Haresuno rushed forward, tearing away at his haori.

If he wanted to win against Kyuketsu, he’d have to force the tide of the battle. Some smaller part of Haresuno worried that the swordman’s skill would whittle him down until nothing was left, but it was silenced.

The Adept partitioned his mind into three separate pieces as his shunpo ended a step outside of Kyuketsu’s sword reach.

The first slowed the world within his domain down to a crawl so that even the slow-curling vapors of mist churned at a laughable pace. The second part of his mind reached out with godhand and melted away the next a chunk of ice below the surface.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, the Founder-Captain concentrated on his zanpakuto and fueled into it the very core belief of his world.

Here, between these two fighters, it was a fight of dominance. Not the hunt of prey and predator, but the battle of two creatures whom had lived and rivaled one another for eons even if neither man knew it.

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Meh stuffz

Wayne · Jul 30, 2013

The scorched air burned further still, seeping into the land with hardened volition. For the matador and his bull, the spiraling insanity which culminated between them was but one in many other collisions that would wreck and maul the earth. He had not forgotten his failing at the Adept’s hands, his humiliating fall within the confines of his own gardens. Such a defeat would never leave Kyuketsu’s mind so long as he drew breath. His eternal hunger demanded it so, to violate and forever strike for supremacy. Once again, he must attempt to climb the mountain.

“Seeping crest of turbidity,” he chanted underneath is breath. “Arrogant vessel of lunacy, boil forth and deny. Grow numb and flicker, disrupt sleep...”

Around the Fifth’s king, a concussive force tightened and locked. Its power was not forged from kidou, however, as its essence laid elsewhere, deep in the legendary prowess carried underneath the Eleventh’s banner. An unseen basilisk coiled itself around the man, squeezing life and limb as it swiftly, violently reeled in its mark within range.

“...Crawling queen of iron, eternally self-destructing doll of mud.” Both his blades whipped forward in the shape of a cross, targeting Haresuno even before he was within range. Given corporeal form in the wake of the twin blows was a legion of strokes, an iron maiden over a field of crimson streaks. “...Unite, repulse. Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness. Hadou Ninety: Kurohitsugi!”

The onslaught was unrelenting, following the massacre was the black coffin to warp time and space. Amidst it all, there came no room for salvation, no moment of reprieve. The sky burned with coruscating rancor, its seething venom ripping down the firmament in droves of hundreds. The rest of Fuhen Souryokusen’s fangs descended with cosmic, brutal force, blades of piercing antipathy raining down all at once upon the Fifth’s captain. Those that came within reach of Haresuno, regardless whether drenched in his blood or not, detonated with fragmenting heartlessness, their fire purging the man by the dozens.

A symphony of the damned, a callous, ferocious waltz which both blistered and bled, wrought from the vampire of the Eleventh.

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oh shi

[Scorched Earth] still in play. Since [Radiance] managed to hit, I used [Lockdown] to drag hare within range, and under the thinned sheet of ice done by [[God Hand]]. Quickly used [Predation] as he was being dragged close, topped with Kurohitsugi. Following that, the sword storm attack I initiated last turn comes into play, all 96 swords raining down on Hare plus 15% of Kyuketsu's rei. Lastly, those that either hit him or came close all became frag grenades and detonated, totaling to 12 swords.

[Lockdown] Forged in the harshest cesspits of conflict and strife, it is the Eleventh’s code to quickly assert supremacy over an opponent the moment contact is made. A Duelist does not allow their quarry to distance themselves from the fray, opting instead to thoroughly exterminate whatever gap comes in between their way. By landing a hit on a target and paying 3% reiatsu, a user can mark them for the next two rounds. At any time during the said turns, a Duelist is able to instantly violently reel in the victim 15 meters towards themselves. Only one mark can exist on a target at a time. After pulling in a target, the Duelist must wait a single turn before attempting to apply a new mark.

[Predation] With every stroke carrying Kyuketsu’s blade, his aim goes beyond simply killing an opponent. He strives to thrash and deluge his foes to the best of his abilities, painting a scene of utter devastation that immortalizes a masterpiece of both conflict and gore. Through this, he has crafted a slashing style amended by spiritual energy which extends and improves the reach of his sword.

By swinging his zanpakutou and giving up 5% reiatsu, the whole 15-feet space surrounding Kyuketsu is instantly overrun with a multitude of lines representing individual sword strikes. The gap between each crimson-colored stroke is impossibly narrow, thus cutting and tearing away at anything within range from all sides and angles, each slice being as deadly as a single zanpakutou swing.

In a sense, it acts a myriad of blows all coming instantaneously at once. The ‘slicing zone’ vanishes completely after a few seconds, leaving nothing but the scarred earth on which it once subsisted. This ability is usable only once per turn and requires a single cool-down round. Should the target deflect or stop the initial swing, however, the effect of the ability is cancelled out completely.

Attack 3: Though limited in using all of Fuhen Souryokusen’s swords, for a time, Kyuketsu may be able to utilize all of them at once in a resounding, utterly dominating offensive against the enemy. By giving up 15% of his reiatsu Kyuketsu can rally the remainder of the weapons to shoot up high into the sky, staying there for a whole turn. Once the next phase comes to pass, all summoned swords will rain down on a target with tremendous force, dealing the same amount of damage equivalent to its cost along with the piercing descent of their numerous blades. With its use comes a three-turn cool down period.

Attack 2: The countless swords materialized throughout the battlefield are just as alive as those in Kyuketsu’s hands. Deadly even whilst impaled on the dirt, Kyuketsu can mentally command any of the one hundred katanas of Fuhen Souryokusen to ignite and scatter, acting as a kind of frag grenade which releases both energy and sharpened projectiles. The scope of one detonation ranges at 5 meters around and costs the user 1,500 reiatsu per weapon sacrificed.

By paying an additional 1% of his reiatsu per turn after that, all shrapnel that have been embedded into a target dig themselves deeper into the body unless otherwise counteracted by the victim.

Apeiron · Jul 30, 2013

Is he seriously casting?

That was the only thought as a bewildered look spread over Haresuno’s face, short-lived as a wild grin then overtook him.

Haresuno waited. He stood and he waited for the final note of Kyuketsu’s casting and then let Xiezhi roar. The same coiling force that the Duelist-Captain had sought to overtake Haresuno with, somehow found itself around him instead as Koushou Gekitai brought Kyuketsu that hairbreadth closer to Haresuno.

Well into the Adept’s domain. Right in front of Haresuno’s face.

Four bronze rods locked down on Kyuketsu, the overwhelming force of Juusei anchoring the man as his own spell darkened the air.

With his smile wide, and his heartbeat racing, Haresuno stepped backwards in a shunpo as the cacophony of blades fell from the sky, but even his speed was not one to outrun the falling swords entirely or the whole of the explosions that began to reverberate all across the arctic tundra, cutting through the chilling winds.

Haresuno was sent flying through the rank and file of his bankai, marred with cuts and scrapes across his body only lessened by shield over his skin.

“Well now, that was interesting.”

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Wayne · Jul 30, 2013

Scalding and torn, his body was ravaged by the reversal. The spell’s potency was undeniable, worthy of its rank within in the nineties. Pinned in place by the rods of Seikiryoku Houshiki Xiezhi, the captain gazed out into the open, watching as shards and cuts decorated wildly his quarry’s physique. The grounds where he once stood crumbled and broke, submerging deep into the oceans below. A massive chunk of open space crept between Kyuketsu and Haresuno, the wide ocean, frosted and boiling, serving as their own personal iron curtain. By the Duelist captain’s feet, the blood on the snow began to reverberate, enacting upon his will. Scarlet faded into white as the reishi making up the blood condensed, filling and mending the wounds which scarred the raptor. Slowly, yet surely, the burnt flesh retreated.

He smiled, his face bearing a sickeningly innocent, warm aura.

“If we weren’t allies, I would’ve skullfucked your wife and your children ten times over in their eye sockets while you weren’t looking.” Kyuketsu’s voice was disturbingly casual, ominously tranquil. “And again when they’re dead.”

From within his shihakushou manifested the silver cross, forging a titanic, devilish phantom atop his figure. Though his body was paralyzed, the creature was not, serving as a new extension to guide the swords of Fuhen Souryokusen. Snatching the blades in his hand, the apparition chucked both at the Adept, swords becoming spears as their intensity and speed rallied with the full might of Kyuketsu’s proficiency. Grabbing the other pair tucked by the captain’s sides, the Vitruvian phantom carried another sonata, firing off stream after stream of energy to crush and submerge Haresuno’s foothold. All around the Fifth’s commander, the ice and snow dissipated and fell, quickly leaving little room for movement. With its other hand, the beast spat, unleashing an instantaneous stroke unhinged by neither time nor space. Horizontal, aiming to bifurcate the enemy in two, many more barrages of beams followed directly for the man, flooding the warzone with a fiery wall marauding both heaven and earth.

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Used [Bloodlust] to heal some wounds, and [Vitruvian Cross] to attack while Kyu's bound up. Began wrecking the battlefield, leaving very little room for both guys to stand. As of now, there's a big chunk of water separating Kyu and Hare. Used BK skill again, plus a barrage of lasers directly targeting Hare. Also taking turn-based degredation into account plus the other stuff it endured, I'd believe CIC would be pretty brittle, if not downright gone at this point.

Attack 1: With the staggering rise in its power, the scope of his zanpakutou’s edge is no longer limited to physical objects; instead, the very foundations of physics have now become susceptible to Kyuketsu’s blades. For a fraction of an instant, Fuhen Souryokusen warps the fabric of space and time, allowing its steel to cut instantaneously from a great distance. With a single swing once per turn, Kyuketsu can strike at targets as far as 25 meters away with full force as if he himself was standing right before them. This costs the user 1,000 reiatsu per slash.

[Bloodlust] – GM The reverence of battle, the thrill of war, Kyuketsu is a man whom revels in the heat of combat. As evidenced by his time spent trapped in Gyouga Fukai Meiro, the acting Captain's resolve was pushed to the limit and his actions taken within are a monument to the unshakeable desire for victory at all costs.

Bloodlust allows Kyuketsu to truly leverage this talent for battle and his soul cutter's unique abilities. When inflicting wounds with Tenzansatsu's primary abilities, Kyuketsu can expend reiatsu to heal his own injuries, sustaining himself on the blood of his enemies. Each use of this ability costs Kyuketsu 250 Reiatsu if striking with Tenzansatsu's first ability and 500 if striking with its second, ranged ability. Each stack of Bloodlust reduces one of the swordsman's wounds, beginning with the most severe, by half a tier per round. Two consecutive uses are required to downgrade an injury. Bloodlust will continue for as long as Kyuketsu continues to deliver consecutive strikes every round, and will end if a round passes where his attacks are blocked or dodged. This ability can be activated once per day.

[Vitruvian Cross] – Unique, S Class A six inch silver cross measured evenly from all four arms. The metallic substance which makes up the piece is adorned with a series of scarlet lines, all intricately designed from tips to center. The middle point is encrusted with a gem of some kind, appearing more like an artificial ebony eye complete with all the features of such.

Upon evoking the item’s power, the cross disintegrates into a fine dust which then encircles the owner. It gathers and materializes spiritual energy around it, eventually amassing just behind its user’s shoulders. It finally morphs into the bifurcated upper body of a gray-shaded apparition originating and remaining directly from the shinigami’s back. The manifestation’s appearance, twisted and macabre, bears a muscular feature with spiked protrusions running from its shoulders down its spine. Appendages twice the size as Kyuketsu’s, the phantom’s intended purpose is to act as a second pair of arms readily available to the soul reaper. It acts on the user’s every command, and though coming off as translucent, the fortified reiatsu that makes up the being is decidedly solid and durable. This costs 1,000 reiatsu to activate.

Should Kyuketsu choose to pay an additional 500 reiatsu for a single turn, the phantom can momentarily gain heightened raw strength be it through picking up some heavy items with ease or with just any general action.

Once no longer needed, the apparition crumbles down to form once more the cross.

Apeiron · Aug 1, 2013

Either Kyuketsu was angry, or this was what the man was simply like in the heat of battle.

Haresuno on the other hand was starting to have fun. He was enjoying the idea of throwing punches at someone who could stand it, and even dish it back just as bad. Even so, it would have been a lot more fun if one of them wasn’t so dead-set on slicing the other in half.

The platform of ice and snow groaned in pain as Haresuno rose to his feet, a nasty sneer on his face as Kyuketsu’s insult (or truth, the Founder-Captain wasn’t sure at this point) fluttered past his ear. Blood dribbled from a multitude of different punctured wounds, and if he wasn’t careful Kyuketsu would send dozens more into him.

Once again he summoned his mastery of zanken and coated his skin before side-stepped the incoming swords. Any more of those distant sword strikes would kill him if he wasn’t-

Something slammed into him. It was sharp even against his reiatsu-strengthened skin. Growling Haresuno picked himself up off the ground again as the Duelist King continued his onslaught.

“The blood must be in your eyes, Kyuketsu. And I’ve had enough of your tone!” Throwing out his free hand, Haresuno extended the powers of god hand to the ice beneath Kyuketsu’s footing and to his own. He rebuilt what destroyed mass the duelist had withered away while he broke down the thin sheet he stood on.

Waves lapsed at Kyuketsu’s feet and the ice he stood on crackled in a soft, sinister, way foretold doom.

“Chill out!” The ground under the Duelest King’s feet shattered, and the icy waves below were there to greet him.

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Wayne · Aug 9, 2013

He met with the waters below, though not to the frigid hell that once wrapped the land. His lightless sun had burrowed its way underneath the ice, oppressing the once murderously cold seas into a lukewarm, even-tempered plunge. Locked by Juusei, a raw, unmitigated force retaliated from within the Duelist captain, pulsing back and breaching the ironclad bindings. His body, already made null tenfold by their dogfight, felt as natural as could be. Deeper, deeper he fell, and around him, so too did the rods which once shackled his form. Left out of reach from their master’s control, the pieces of Xiezhi plunged further down into the abyss. Eyes poised up to the sheet of ice above him, Kyuketsu’s gaze shifted upon a shadow standing above in the distance.

With twin talons held in each hand, abdicated by the phantom of the cross, the captain made his way back up, quickly eager for air. As he did so, a single swing followed suit, a fiery blast nearly immune to the waters racing its way up to the unsuspecting Founder. Seconds came and passed, and as Kyuketsu reached an opening, he crawled his way back up, gasping for air as his lightless sun slowly withered back inside him.

“Any more... puns...” he said, gasping for air, “...you’d like to say? I’m... all... ears.”

His heels churned against the crumbling snow, pushing him forward for his quarry with the might of a flash-step. No doubt, to one of Haresuno’s proficiency, such speeds were nothing if not petty. Its purpose, however, was not to confound, but rather to bring about closure and reach. Leaping for the man, Kyuketsu’s blade scrambled in a frenzy, dancing wildly with stroke after stroke of brutal, artisan-like aggression raining down on his peer.

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Apeiron · Aug 9, 2013

Haresuno frowned. He was not going to enjoy retrieving Xiezhi from the bottom of that ocean, and the dragon was not likely to be happy either.

The ice where he stood rocked, and with effort he refortified the ice.

Kyuketsu said something, and Haresuno barely caught it. All he really heard was the soft crunch of snow.

He’s going to get close?

The Adept shifted his weight, flooding his body with reiatsu and heightening his vision. He watched as Kyuketsu threw himself forward.

That’s not a shunpo. His mind told him. Kyuketsu was good with a flash-step - about as good as Adelaide - but what he was doing now was almost on par with something Haresuno, himself, could do.

He could already see what Kyuketsu would do. Not the particulars - he was no mystic - but getting that close to a swordsman of that skill was disastrous.

But that speed wasn’t going to be enough, and neither was his skill so long as Haresuno stayed away.

“Event Horizon!” cried the Adept. With his free hand, he made a fist and dropped the spell between the two of them. He stepped backwards, throwing himself into a shunpo.

“How much longer can you keep this up, Kyuketsu? At this rate you’ll exhaust yourself of all reiatsu and then what? How will you get close to me to fight? All your tricks, your skill, what will they do for you then? Is your hunger so endless that you’ll chew your own arm off if it means a single meager bit into your prey?”

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Wayne · Aug 9, 2013

“I wouldn’t expect someone like you to know,” spat the Duelist, allowing his body to be drawn freely into the kidou’s epicenter.

His grip tightened on both his swords, eyes practically piercing through the Founder. Those that remained of Fuhen Souryokusen’s macabre effigy glowed with wanton purpose, all resonating as one against Haresuno’s lone figure. Intent, once more, was made flesh in the form of Kyuketsu—instinct and resolve personified against the backdrop of the frozen wasteland’s shadows. There came no secretion of spiritual pressure, no outcry of tangible power upon the naked eye. Instead, what met the raptor’s quarry was a willed ferocity that none within the Gotei yet saw materialized whole. The crackling in the air, the sparks of primal intensity which coruscated all around them... all drawn from the white matador standing before the Gardener.

“You whose ambitions count for nothing but a stereotypical, banal afterthought. Vapid. Hackneyed. You carry no semblance of true ambition with you, no hint of a magnum opus that you wish to carve out for yourself.” He lifted one of his blades, pointing its tip against his foe. “You personify not a single trait I can think of, not one definition that would validate your wretched existence. You are not hunger, and you are not pride. You are neither devotion nor sacrifice. What you are, Uchiharu Haresuno, is stagnancy.

You’ve fallen prey to many adversaries countless times already, beaten to the ground, inches away from death. And yet after all that, after everything that you’ve faced and survived, there is still no intent in your actions, no purpose hiding in your shadows. After Raifuku, after Prometheus... your head’s still intact, your heart’s still beating... but is there any true difference from then and now? Suffice to say, I see none. You’re the same old you when you first became a soul reaper... the same old stagnant motherfucker whose only change was aesthetics, outer appearances and general proficiencies... and nohing more. Prove me wrong.”

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Apeiron · Aug 10, 2013

Haresuno’s own grip on the last rod of Sekiryoku Houshiki Xiezhi tightened into a white-knuckled hold. A gleaming white blade, serrated on both sides and wrought of Haresuno’s own reiatsu, leaped forth from one end at his willing it there. The blade came up in a mirrored gesture of Kyuketsu’s own as the founder met the Duelist-Captain’s gaze unwaveringly, cyan eyes burning steady azure.

But nothing was said. No words of banter in response. All that met Kyuketsu’s biting words was the stoic visage of Haresuno.

What could be said? No words would appease the beast before the Founder-Captain, only action would quell the raging hunger that he so desperately sought after.

But he didn’t move from his spot. Not even the faintest of twitches from his muscles. Silent as a statue, as unwavering as stone, the Adept held his spot.

Then, unnervingly, he began to recite, “The kingdom’s army, sworn to crush the enemy....” The world shifted, as if writhing in anticipation. Beginning where Haresuno stood, and to every side as the poem grew in length, a set of five phantasmal, multi-colored, rods placed itself in the snow. His voice grew harsher, faster, spilling out the incantation rapidly - faster than Kyuketsu had been able to recite the poem for Kurohitsugi, showing the swordsman the difference in their skill with the demon arts, “...The call to arms begins as each soldier takes up a weapon to defend their honor....” Every inflection of his voice brought on a new set of five, until all around the Founder-Captain sat eighty sets of his bankai, each one a varying set of colors from the next. “...As they march forward, eighty warriors race outward to drive back their many opponents to finish the war....”

The copies of Xiezhi lifted from the ground, each one spiraling end-over-end through the air towards Haresuno until they hit him, fused with him, became a part of him. Power coursed through his veins, familiar and comforting, until the very last of the sets slammed home into him with his unveiling of the doom he had prepared for Kyuketsu.

“...Hadou Number Ninety-Three, Gun no Kyousei.”

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swaswj · Aug 13, 2013

(GM Judgment:

This was well-fought by both combatants, with some give and take on both sides. Both of you tried to use the environment to your advantage, both of you demonstrated good defenses. Both of you blew through a lot of reiatsu and really ate into your thresholds.

As the fight stands, my feelings are that Kyuketsu was leading this fight, pushing the offensive. Haresuno defended well, and thought on his feet, but the only damage dealt to Kyuketsu seemed to be a cheesed Black Coffin (something that's not as clever as it first appears) and vague notes of Kyuketsu's own explosions hitting him.

I feel like this might have turned around had the collab continued, with Gun no Kyousei about to be put into play, but by that point I believe Haresuno's biggest defenses were used up and several of his rods were lost, leaving him more vulnerable to Kyuketsu's counter-attacks. It really could have gone either way, but the world will never know and I have to judge on what's already written.

Victory to Kyuketsu. Great fight both of you.)

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