Post by Nanami on Oct 3, 2017 22:18:01 GMT -5
Each steady breath she managed seemed to signal the increase in difficulty of keeping herself upright, let alone Sumizori's blade. A part of her started to wonder how she could possibly keep fighting, how she could possibly survive the terrible power of this twisted Captain Commander. It was simple, she knew the strength of her spirits kept her going.
Instead, the pain kept her focused. The disgusting and delightful scent of blood, her own, brought her back and steadied her momentarily trembling sword arm.
Did she believe this was the end? No, she had a feeling that Kasumi wouldn't make her death so quick. The longer this took, the more Nanami suffered, the more likely she was going to find a way to worm out of the trap she'd let herself be caught up in.
The contempt, the hatred, and disgust that Kasumi had for her now was so evident in the way she spoke. Nanami felt a brief twinge of sadness but nothing more. There was no value in a friendship so easily discarded, in the feelings she had for a person so easily turned against her.
Kasumi's assault came in furious, bright strands of her Hebi, a silver stream that promised this would be no less deadly than the last, which had nearly killed Nanami. She pivoted her weight for the perfect counter strike, marshalled all the power she had, placed herself in the right position, executed the right amount of movement to get the distance she needed as it came in, granted herself the proper timed response with early detection. None of these things really mattered. Nanami had experienced almost everything one could experience in combat and she knew when she was beaten.
Her blade met the strands with all her power, the focused effort of not one soul but three and immediately relented as her blade burnt away against the Hebi's raw power, disintegrating instantly into the air around them. She let out a cry as the Hebi met her flesh, as it lifted her off the ground and burned, threatening to tear her apart.
You better fuckin' win this one chief.
A white light filled Nanami's vision, blacking out the world around her as the strands worked their way up her body, cutting deeply and burning away at her. The same white light shone brightly from Nanami, enveloping her as she was thrown backwards. Nanami felt something on the front of her body, standing before the Hebi as the pain receded momentarily. The light faded as she was lifted off the ground by Kasumi's assault, thrown backward violently into and then through the dome with a resounding crash as she hit the snow and tumbled, rolling to a halt. She lay still on her front leaving behind the path of disturbed snow where she had been slid to a standstill, reduce to a pile of scorched black robes and disheveled white hair.
Nanami drew slow breaths trying to muster some strength into her limbs. A white-hot burn settled from her waist straight up her body and along her face, a pain so intense that she could find no delight in it, only managing with breaths short enough to keep her from crying out. She stirred slightly as Kasumi taunted her, spat vile condemnation and promises of further misery. Nanami shut her voice out and began to pull herself to a slow painful knee, hands flat on the ground as rivulets of her blood collected and dripped from her torso onto the snow beneath her.
"You're right, Kasumi," she whispered, as loud a volume as she could presently manage. She raised her left hand from the ground, strained herself to remain off the ground without its support as it left and touched her face, felt the mask and knew what Sumizori had done for her. She felt the world shudder as the realm of Kasumi's Bankai broke and crumbled away at its user's whim, felt the real world assert itself before her, the biting chill faded away and left her. She let out a pained sound as she staggered to her feet, stumbled backward and caught herself just before she fell. The effort brought a fresh splash of blood down her robes and around her feet.
In her left hand against her face, she held her cracked mask. Finally losing the last of its strength it crumbled and faded away into the air. Nanami felts Sumizori's presence faintly pull itself within the heart of her soul. "Had you half the time that I've had you know how terrible a world with you holding its reins would be. A world where those most wicked and strong rule the weak." She staggered again, no blade in hand to steady herself but remained, somehow, upright. Shirazayagami stood with her still but her power faded even now, and Nanami didn't have it in her to hold on to it much longer. She let it go. A faint light shone as her Zanpakuto returned to her right hand, Shirazayagami rested within. She stood alone, tattered robes, burnt flesh from her waist all the way up to her face, blood pouring down, blade in hand.
She twisted the blade, straightened herself and aimed it towards Kasumi. "You called me friend once, claimed me ill yet delight wickedly now in my suffering and destruction? There is something -wrong- in your heart, Kasumi, the seed of something truly evil." There was nothing she could do about it now. Having survived Niflheim she had a chance, all she needed was the right moment and she might yet escape. "I pray you find the strength to turn from this path before it's too late." Time she'd buy at any cost, for not her but her spirit's sake as well.
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Instead, the pain kept her focused. The disgusting and delightful scent of blood, her own, brought her back and steadied her momentarily trembling sword arm.
Did she believe this was the end? No, she had a feeling that Kasumi wouldn't make her death so quick. The longer this took, the more Nanami suffered, the more likely she was going to find a way to worm out of the trap she'd let herself be caught up in.
The contempt, the hatred, and disgust that Kasumi had for her now was so evident in the way she spoke. Nanami felt a brief twinge of sadness but nothing more. There was no value in a friendship so easily discarded, in the feelings she had for a person so easily turned against her.
Kasumi's assault came in furious, bright strands of her Hebi, a silver stream that promised this would be no less deadly than the last, which had nearly killed Nanami. She pivoted her weight for the perfect counter strike, marshalled all the power she had, placed herself in the right position, executed the right amount of movement to get the distance she needed as it came in, granted herself the proper timed response with early detection. None of these things really mattered. Nanami had experienced almost everything one could experience in combat and she knew when she was beaten.
Her blade met the strands with all her power, the focused effort of not one soul but three and immediately relented as her blade burnt away against the Hebi's raw power, disintegrating instantly into the air around them. She let out a cry as the Hebi met her flesh, as it lifted her off the ground and burned, threatening to tear her apart.
You better fuckin' win this one chief.
A white light filled Nanami's vision, blacking out the world around her as the strands worked their way up her body, cutting deeply and burning away at her. The same white light shone brightly from Nanami, enveloping her as she was thrown backwards. Nanami felt something on the front of her body, standing before the Hebi as the pain receded momentarily. The light faded as she was lifted off the ground by Kasumi's assault, thrown backward violently into and then through the dome with a resounding crash as she hit the snow and tumbled, rolling to a halt. She lay still on her front leaving behind the path of disturbed snow where she had been slid to a standstill, reduce to a pile of scorched black robes and disheveled white hair.
Nanami drew slow breaths trying to muster some strength into her limbs. A white-hot burn settled from her waist straight up her body and along her face, a pain so intense that she could find no delight in it, only managing with breaths short enough to keep her from crying out. She stirred slightly as Kasumi taunted her, spat vile condemnation and promises of further misery. Nanami shut her voice out and began to pull herself to a slow painful knee, hands flat on the ground as rivulets of her blood collected and dripped from her torso onto the snow beneath her.
"You're right, Kasumi," she whispered, as loud a volume as she could presently manage. She raised her left hand from the ground, strained herself to remain off the ground without its support as it left and touched her face, felt the mask and knew what Sumizori had done for her. She felt the world shudder as the realm of Kasumi's Bankai broke and crumbled away at its user's whim, felt the real world assert itself before her, the biting chill faded away and left her. She let out a pained sound as she staggered to her feet, stumbled backward and caught herself just before she fell. The effort brought a fresh splash of blood down her robes and around her feet.
In her left hand against her face, she held her cracked mask. Finally losing the last of its strength it crumbled and faded away into the air. Nanami felts Sumizori's presence faintly pull itself within the heart of her soul. "Had you half the time that I've had you know how terrible a world with you holding its reins would be. A world where those most wicked and strong rule the weak." She staggered again, no blade in hand to steady herself but remained, somehow, upright. Shirazayagami stood with her still but her power faded even now, and Nanami didn't have it in her to hold on to it much longer. She let it go. A faint light shone as her Zanpakuto returned to her right hand, Shirazayagami rested within. She stood alone, tattered robes, burnt flesh from her waist all the way up to her face, blood pouring down, blade in hand.
She twisted the blade, straightened herself and aimed it towards Kasumi. "You called me friend once, claimed me ill yet delight wickedly now in my suffering and destruction? There is something -wrong- in your heart, Kasumi, the seed of something truly evil." There was nothing she could do about it now. Having survived Niflheim she had a chance, all she needed was the right moment and she might yet escape. "I pray you find the strength to turn from this path before it's too late." Time she'd buy at any cost, for not her but her spirit's sake as well.
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