The elder among the summoned warriors looked over the shinigami before him in stern silence. He was a stern figure with peppered hair gently catching an errant breeze. His cold blue eyes watched from beneath his wide-brimmed hat and locked onto the nearest of the shinigami, a female with a wild look in her eye.
He shrugged in his heavy cloak to make it sit more comfortably. He had no desire for banter or threats right now, better to see this thing done. A scarred hand emerged from his robe and pointed at the woman. That would be warning enough. Without word, a bakudo was summoned, a simple spell but the spinning bola tore through the air with devastating speed.
Amaya’s eyes fell on the grizzled man whose finger was pointed at her. She too said nothing, it had never been her way to talk during a fight. With the seven blades materialized on her back, and enough strength returned to her body to actually fight, Amaya drew the green blade of Envy and let the fury she had felt moments before flow through her veins.
This was her fight, this was her strength. She would be alone against whoever this man was, and that was the way she wanted it. Just Amaya, and her sin.
No Captains killing her while she was incapacitated, no mysterious shinigami fighting by her side, just pure combat.
In a flash the blade came down, cleaving the bola in two, and in its wake she charged, closing the gap between the two.
Her attack was quick but cautious, a quick strike from the side. She had seen enough in this maze to let her rage envelop her just yet...
His blue eyes watched the advance of the woman with great interest, they traced her every flit and flight though his head did not turn in the least. Indeed, the whole of his body remained motionless until the moment she was upon him. He danced backwards just a few a short leap, enough to put him out of range of her sword. His scarred hand thrust at the ground where her foot touched down while his other, similarly scarred (if not worse), thrust out of his heavy robe into the sky.
In immediate response the ground beneath Amaya became thick pudding that snaked up around her legs legs while a huge weight shimmered into existence above her head. The elder's face betrayed no emotion, only the glint in his eyes showed that he even cared about his opponent in the least.
For a minute the Templar struggled against the fury growing inside of her as well as the kidou holding her in place. The distaste Amaya felt for kidou had always left her quick to anger, but now with her mind already burning with Wrath it nearly impossible to control.
“Do not fight me Amaya! Use me, annihilate him!” the raw voice of Wrath boomed through her mind. In a flash she returned Envy to its sheath, and then she let the fury envelop her.
Bankai!
Flame and lightning singed Amaya's senses and burned away the impure. The bolt leapt from the fractured jet blade of Wrath directly to the grizzled man, and the purple flames for Pride erupted from her body, consuming all the of the kidou that held her in place. In another instant she was on him again, this time without restraint. She swung toward his body in an x, her speed and skill honed by the blistering Pride that rose from her skin.
A small glint of satisfaction danced across the old man’s eyes at the sight of Amaya’s release but his face remained stoic and hard. His lips moved for the first time in quiet whisper, strengthening the bonds of the Atlas spell he had wrapped around the swordswoman’s arms. Of course the spell was a minor one of his plentiful array and did not stop the shinigami in her Bankai state, but the effect did slow the arch of her swing allowing the elder to once again skirt the Templar’s assault through what was clearly a well honed backwards slide.
His fingers were already moving with unnerving speed and accuracy. Before his feet touched the ground once again a cone of light exploded from him washing over Amaya before her stroke could be completed. The light flashed around her body but the fires of her Pride burned to spell away instantly. Fukutsumi's eyes widened in brief surprise and the edges of lightening almost scored his face but his well honed reflexes jumped him into a flash step several yards on the other side of Amaya. The edge of his robe was slightly charred from the near miss.
His voice spoke up finally, a stale rusty thing, apparently well underused. “Impressive array of swords shinigami...unfortunately they will ultimately provide you little in the way use against someone like me.” The sorcerer's speech was short, but he returned to his quiet mutterings. His ability to hinder the fighter may well be blocked by those fires but that was far from the only weapon in his array. She may well not find her next advance so...successful.
“That’s enough talk old man,” Amaya hissed into the air.
Without dropping a beat, Amaya let Pride fuel her movements as she vanished into her own shunpo after the sorcerer. Gritting her teeth and drawing once again from the fury filled reserve of Wrath, Amaya launched a senka strike at the old man with the over sized obsidian blade, which once again crackled with the intensity of female Templar.
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Pride is a 20% of Amaya’s rei (approx 4k) zan buff + senka speed.
Also using Wrath’s lightning again but keeping it on the sword she’s attacking with so she can launch the bolt later or transfer it if she hits.
(Up and running again! I should be all on point now.)
Again the man's heavily scarred hands wove through the air at near imperceptible speeds and he moved to once again evade the sword attack with his skilled feet but the elder did not know all of techniques wielded by the young woman. She appeared behind him in a matter of a blink, almost as quickly he spun and cast his spell...almost as quickly.
The black sword of Wrath danced a trail along his forearm, had he not been in motion the blade might easily have taken his hand. At the same moment a black arrow scarred the ground beneath Amaya, shifting gravity and violently hurling the woman aside. Before the tip of the weapon left his flesh the singing electricity was transferred into him and he felt every muscle in his being suddenly jarred as the violent power tried to pull him asunder. Had it not been for own internal shields and discipline it might well have crumpled into nothing but a twitching mass.
He had underestimated her, underestimated her to his near folly but that would no longer be the case. He looked at her as he once again gathered himself and allowed his heavy cloak to fall from his shoulders revealing bare arms as heavily scarred as his hands. Reiatsu began to gather around him as he focused his gaze upon his chosen opponent. Still speaking no word he raised a hand and motioned for her to come.
Amaya felt deflated as the heat of Pride waned around her. In a flash the regal blade was once again housed in its sheath, and in its place the Templar drew the ever growing blade of gluttony.
Once the blade was drawn, Amaya leveled her gaze on her opponent, her eyes glancing to the scars covering his limbs. Her face remained passive as she took a stance where her own sleeves rolled backwards, revealing the tangle of scars that covered her own arms. She stood just long enough for the man to see the scars before leaping at him once more.
This time she called on the dormant power of the Templars that was locked in her blood. And as she lashed at the man with the large blade orange blade of Gluttony and the jet blade of Wrath, her movements were lightning fast, and honed like a razor.
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Funny story, my computer died too... weird huh. Well i got it back so I should be good to go now. Used Martyrs Reckoning (30% zan increase)
The sky was darkening and bolts of lightening began to pound all around them, shattering both air and earth. Someone was summoning a powerful Kidou and to be sure the elder was surprised there had not been more of this given the powers battling all around this field. The slender shinigami woman sheathed one of her many blades and in quick succession drew another revealing to him her own many scars. The beautiful color that blazed around her vanished almost as soon the the one blade was sheathed and in it's place was a much more grotesque thing that looked far to heavy for her to wield with one hand.
Fukutsumi suddenly realized why he had underestimated her, the flame had drawn him to it like a moth. He had wanted only to cast spells against it he had only wanted to harm her, he had not at all been thinking with the clarity he should have had...with the precision and tactic he had so long trained in. Now he could see more clearly, now he would be able to indulge in his favorite thing. Images of the swordswoman gagged and bound drifted through his mind and he watched as she came toward him with her weapons blazing.
She moved like a blur but she was not so fast that he could not track them, watching her was like watching a deadly flower blossom. Wrath slashed first and he twisted his body aside just a hair from the electrified blade cutting through him. Gluttony, on the other hand, easily pierced into the side of his abdomen carving yet another scar into his flesh.
The old man smiled and smashed his hand into the arm that held the sickly looking blade unleashing another burst of energy from his palm into her body. Immediately she could feel the arm locking up as he quickly slid off her blade to evade another inevitable strike from the black sword.
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Teiryuu (Halt) - Bakudou #52, 630 Kidou
Description: A binding spell. When the user of this kidou is attacked at close range, the user sends out a short wave or energy. The energy shoots out for a maximum range of 2m.
When the spell is shot out, the binds contract around the part of the user's body where they've concentrated the most power (usually the same part they're attacking with). The binds then freeze that weapon or appendage in place for two round.
However, while the spell is in play, the caster cannot use the palm they cast the spell with.
For a moment Amaya struggled in vain against the spell that locked Gluttony in place. She felt her molten rage growing stronger, and a wave of pain surged through her as she use Fuubi to break the bonds that held her to the spot, which only furthere heightened her senses. As she spun to face the mage, Amaya swapped the night blade of Wrath for the silky blade of Lust.
There was no hesitation as the Templar launched herself once more at her opponent. The now substantial blade of Gluttony lashing first, and the slender blade of Lust following up the attack.
