Post by Walkren Dekharr on Jul 2, 2015 16:08:11 GMT -5
His focus was split. Half on moving through the odd maze of hallways he found himself in and half on trying to heal his right arm. Whatever the creature-human-thing had done to his arm wasn’t subsiding with simple Kaido. Walkren was, he thought, an expert at it, so the fact that whatever was causing the numbness and paralysis wasn’t going away after all the energy put into it concerned him.
He rounded the corner to the heart of the grotesque operation. His nostrils were immediately assailed by the wafting acidic scents he had felt before. The reiatsu in this room was dark and dank. The images that he saw were enough to justify the thick reiatsu: rows and rows of hanging bodies. These were the missing Pluses all on chains that hung from the ceiling.
Walkren didn’t have time to get a better look. He saw Daisuke near the center of the room dislodging his sword from one of the hybrid creatures and made his way over to the big man. At least, he looked in better shape than Walkren felt. His arm was still not functioning and he approached the man with the green glow dancing off his face.
“Daisuke, it’s good to see you still alive. This place it’s even worse than we-”
His words were cut off as a slow clap echoed it’s way through the huge room they were standing in. Walkren tensed as a cheerful reiatsu, coupled with a cheerful voice broke it’s way through the thick darkness, “Well done...well done. You have put on quite the show, gentlemen. I have been...thoroughly impressed.”
The man paused for a moment as he came into view for Walkren and Daisuke to see. He wore a loose fitting shirt and pair of pants. Very casual. The only thing out of the ordinary was the fact that he wore a pale fisherman’s hat on top of his bald head. He spoke again, “Sadly, every show must come to an end and it seems the climax is upon us. I doubt you will come quietly...”
A snap of his fingers and four more of those grotesque hybrid creatures faded out of the shadows, two on both sides of Walkren and Daisuke. At this, Walkren stopped trying to heal his messed up arm and drew his sword. The sound was slow and deadly, just like his blade.
“...so I have these gentlemen who will hopefully be so kind as to subdue you without killing you. I try to run a tight ship.” His smile gleamed in the light and he turned to walk away.
The creatures growled and started making guttural noises towards Walkren and Daisuke. Before they could attack, Walkren spoke up, “We can split the kills, but I may need help. My arm is completely useless for some reason. I’ll hold them off you until you’ve dealt with yours at the very least.”
Without waiting for a response from Daisuke, Walkren swung his good arm up and shouted, “Bakudou #62, Hyappo Rankan!”
A large silver rod flew out of Walkren’s outstretched palm towards the two creatures. Walkren jumped in tandem and flew right behind the speeding rod as it suddenly split into numerous smaller rods. The energy coursed from them as they flew striking the creatures before they could react. With a thump, they were both pinned to the wall.
One was a small humanoid with a snake-like head, and the other was a beefier man with oversized gorilla fists. Walkren Shunpo-ed right in front of the one with gorilla fists and brought his blade down into the creature’s chest. It screamed a horrifically unearthy scream and easily swatted the rods that were holding it away, as well as Walkren. Walkren quickly recovered and saw that the snake-like man had moved out of the rods that were holding him as well.
Both creatures were charging him and he didn’t have much of a plan.
Release me. I can help you.
Walkren ignored Tamashioko and quickly put his palm facing the ground, “Sekienton.”
Without the proper incantation or numeration, the mist was half the size it should have been, but half was plenty. Red powdery mist surrounded Walkren and the charging beasts. This made them hesitate and slow. Walkren took full advantage of this. Their sickly reiatsu was a neon beacon that lit up in his mind. With a quick Shunpo he was right next to them and his sword was entering the side of the gorilla fisted man’s neck.
The satisfying gurgle of the dying man made the snake-like man perk up, looking around in vain. The mist was clearing fast, though, and as Walkren moved to attack the unsuspecting creature, it saw him and hissed. He didn’t hesitate and jumped forward at the creature, his left arm up going down for a strike.
The snake prepared himself for the blow, but it never came.
Walkren’s left arm shook with pain as it flew backwards being pulled by an unseen force. When he looked back, he saw a nasty looking hook protruding all the way through his arm. It was pulling him up into the air. He couldn’t escape it either, since his other arm was still useless. The blade that had been in his hand clattered to the ground as he was drawn higher and higher into the air. Where is this coming from?
He looked around, trying to find an origin to the hook, but the line it was connected to disappeared into the darkness. The only thing that he could do was try and wiggle without success to get out of the hook. It didn’t do much besides cause him more pain to the point of almost passing out.
On top of that, he looked back down and saw that the gorilla handed man was standing back up somehow. The telltale signs of Hollow regeneration were playing around the man’s neck. Walkren cursed.
With a jerk, he came to a stop mid-air...and then he suddenly started to lower. This almost seemed like a good thing and then he realized that the two creatures were eyeing him, readying to strike at their prey.
Fuck.
Release me.
You think I can in this state?!
You just need to be creative. Only one of your arms is hooked.
What the fuck are you talking about?
I can’t help you besides what you have.
Walkren didn’t bother pushing for more answers. He was in a dire situation and needed someway of getting out of it. Only one of my arms...He cursed at Tamashioko for being so silent and then when he decides to speak it’s cryptic and always a sidestep. He cursed the fact that he was ever put on this mission. He cursed the creature who immobilized his arm, if only he could-
And then a thought struck him. He just needed to be able to use his arm as a conduit, a channel for the Kido. If he could do that, then...
He closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the reiryoku around his right arm. A slow breath escaped from his nostrils as he felt the flowing veins of the spiritual energy and brought it together like he would a Bakudo spell. The energy was slowly weaved together like a cloth and hardened with Walkren’s reiatsu. A pressure formed around his right arm and he could almost feel it. His eyes slowly opened and he saw a dark green aura around his arm. It fluctuated wildly and erratically, but when he mentally moved the aura in his mind his arm moved as well.
Amazed at his creation, Walkren almost forgot where he was. The floor of the warehouse was rapidly coming closer and closer to him, as were the two creatures. He lifted his arm and shouted at the creatures, who were conveniently grouped up, “Hadou #33, Sokatsui!”
The blue flames burst forth from his improvised arm and flew towards the two creatures, exploding on impact. Walkren didn’t waste time seeing if it had any effect on the creatures and moved his improvised arm. He made it grab his dagger and reach up to cut the rope. But before he could, his makeshift Bakudo faltered and his arm fell flat against his side again with his dagger clattering to the ground.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He would try the technique again, but he was almost on the ground now and the Hado had definitely not killed the two creatures. They were slowly getting back up, ready to take out Walkren.
He tried to concentrate again, weave the energy again, but it was useless. There was too much pressure and he was too tired.
His only hope rested on the large shoulders of Daisuke.
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