Post by Rainier Rucio on Dec 13, 2017 16:07:14 GMT -5
Tattered pieces of black and white cloth floated through the air. Some had clean-cut edges while others looked violently torn. Each one belonged, formerly, to a larger whole. Sprays of crimson flew through the hair as well, shaken by the screams that followed from the three Shinigami who currently leapt around high in the sky above Karakura Town. Midday sunlight shined off the sweat-and-blood soaked bodies, their Shihakushō partially opened up by the sharp tip of Rainier’s golden spear and the general rigors of combat. All had cuts across their upper bodies; one man had a distinct hole in his leg, while the second sported a burn straight down his bare chest, and the third had a wide gash horizontal across his abdomen.
“Someone hold him down!” Shouted the man with the gash across his stomach. He swung his sword in a wide, horizontal arc, but Rainier ducked out of the way with ease. He drew another line of blood from the man, this time across his thigh. The Shinigami screamed, “Bakudō, Ken’ichi, now!”
One of the other Shinigami, the one with the hole in his leg already, quickly raised an open palm as if he were about to catch the hilt of a weapon out of midair. He shouted his preferred spell, “Hainawa!” just in time for an orange rope of crackling energy to appeared. He whipped it at the Arrancar who just ducked under his third friend’s vertical swing and rammed his spear straight through that man’s chest.
Instead of capturing Rainier, the Arrancar swung the whole body of the man until, pierced on his weapon like a piece of shish kebab, it intercepted the spell instead. The Hainawa rope tangled around the fresh corpse in an absurd pattern and gripped it even more tightly to the spear. A roar followed from the Arrancar as he charged forward at the stunned Shinigami man and, with one more thrust, ran him through as well.
“Cero!” He shouted at the two men, dead or dying, that remained on his golden spear. A torrent of red energy appeared and immediately swallowed them whole. It rushed forward, like a more viscous sort of water, and slowly incinerated them. from skin, to tissue, to bone, and finally left nothing more than black ash that flaked off in great chunks. They fell into the air, broke apart into even tinier pieces, and fluttered off into the wind.
As the great red flame of the Cero died down, Rainier turned to face the only remaining Shinigami: The one that called out for his friend to use the Bakudō in the first place.
“Run,” he ordered the man. Despite his words, he marched through the air at the Shinigami. His grip on his spear, still hot and steaming from the Cero, tightened further with each step. “Run and live. Fight and die.”
The Shinigami stumbled backwards half a step. Even now, Rainier didn’t want to kill him. He wanted to eat him more than he wanted to kill him, but combat even against this small squad of Shinigami—with terrible teamwork, he noticed—proved far riskier than he wanted to deal with. Even this man, now all alone, stood as a giant unknown that Rainier did not want to deal further with. Their ambush already ruined his day—he wanted to go back to his new hiding place and just let the world forget about him.
“Choose,” Rainier insisted as he got closer and closer with each step. His jaw tightened and he grit his teeth. He could hear the clock of impending disaster ticking in the back of his mind, as it always did. Today, each tick sounded like a gong that shook his soul.
His golden spear lit up with with the red energy of a Cero. It flared up further, as the impatience on his face became clearer and clearer, until it abruptly stopped—like a candle snuffed out with a breath. Rainier’s head swung around, and his whole body twisted, in a different direction altogether.
Someone new arrived.
*****
676 Words
“Someone hold him down!” Shouted the man with the gash across his stomach. He swung his sword in a wide, horizontal arc, but Rainier ducked out of the way with ease. He drew another line of blood from the man, this time across his thigh. The Shinigami screamed, “Bakudō, Ken’ichi, now!”
One of the other Shinigami, the one with the hole in his leg already, quickly raised an open palm as if he were about to catch the hilt of a weapon out of midair. He shouted his preferred spell, “Hainawa!” just in time for an orange rope of crackling energy to appeared. He whipped it at the Arrancar who just ducked under his third friend’s vertical swing and rammed his spear straight through that man’s chest.
Instead of capturing Rainier, the Arrancar swung the whole body of the man until, pierced on his weapon like a piece of shish kebab, it intercepted the spell instead. The Hainawa rope tangled around the fresh corpse in an absurd pattern and gripped it even more tightly to the spear. A roar followed from the Arrancar as he charged forward at the stunned Shinigami man and, with one more thrust, ran him through as well.
“Cero!” He shouted at the two men, dead or dying, that remained on his golden spear. A torrent of red energy appeared and immediately swallowed them whole. It rushed forward, like a more viscous sort of water, and slowly incinerated them. from skin, to tissue, to bone, and finally left nothing more than black ash that flaked off in great chunks. They fell into the air, broke apart into even tinier pieces, and fluttered off into the wind.
As the great red flame of the Cero died down, Rainier turned to face the only remaining Shinigami: The one that called out for his friend to use the Bakudō in the first place.
“Run,” he ordered the man. Despite his words, he marched through the air at the Shinigami. His grip on his spear, still hot and steaming from the Cero, tightened further with each step. “Run and live. Fight and die.”
The Shinigami stumbled backwards half a step. Even now, Rainier didn’t want to kill him. He wanted to eat him more than he wanted to kill him, but combat even against this small squad of Shinigami—with terrible teamwork, he noticed—proved far riskier than he wanted to deal with. Even this man, now all alone, stood as a giant unknown that Rainier did not want to deal further with. Their ambush already ruined his day—he wanted to go back to his new hiding place and just let the world forget about him.
“Choose,” Rainier insisted as he got closer and closer with each step. His jaw tightened and he grit his teeth. He could hear the clock of impending disaster ticking in the back of his mind, as it always did. Today, each tick sounded like a gong that shook his soul.
His golden spear lit up with with the red energy of a Cero. It flared up further, as the impatience on his face became clearer and clearer, until it abruptly stopped—like a candle snuffed out with a breath. Rainier’s head swung around, and his whole body twisted, in a different direction altogether.
Someone new arrived.
*****
676 Words