Post by Myouri Unzen on Sept 7, 2010 21:17:00 GMT -5
Name: Myouri Unzen
Current Rank:Numeros 11
Desired Rank:Espada 9
Holder of desired rank:None
It was mid-day and myouri was heading towards the sand dune's of Las Noches, it was not a big area that was covered in sand. Mainly the size of a football field but this was were myouri had requested for the meet. Stepping out from a corridor that lead to the dune's his bright green tracksuit flickered in the gust of wind that blew over the sand's. The sun had little effect on his suit for it was already a really bright color that couldn't get any brighter. Like always inside las noches the sun was up high and shining bright, no matter what part of the day it was the sun could always be seen. It was indeed an interesting factor that las noches held.
It would have seemed that myouri was nervous due to the shaking of his body and his head hung low, with the loud sound of his headphones blaring in his eyes. His black headphones that were over his hoodie like always was playing some motivation music. This was also going inside of myouri's head as he was talking to him self and psyching himself out for what was going to unfold. Tucking his arms to his waist with fist clenched, myouri felt like he reached his peak of psych out and unleashed a loud yell filled with passion and determination.
"YOU ARE GOING TO WIN MYOURI!!! COME ON!!!
With that loud shout, myouri tucked his hands in his pocket and nuzzled them in his pockets as he bent his elbows lightly and relaxed his arms. Fill with an overwhelming sense of confidence and pride, myouri began his strut out in to the dunes. With a determined stride and relaxed state of mind myouri had no doubt in his mind that he was overwhelming better. Most of these feelings he felt now were due to his strong pride issues and always thinking he was better. As forth myouri made his begin through the sand dunes, not too sure were the center was but he was never good with directions.
In the distance a figure stood waiting patiently for the person who ever asked him to come to show up. A wonder ran through the man's head how could someone be late to there own request, it was either cockiness or lack of respect. As such he waited before he could see a speck on the horizon start to appear. "That must be him" As he spoke his voice was rough with a calm state, as slowly the speck started to grow bigger to the point that a figure of a boy could be seen walking.
As made his approach he saw the man that he would face, he stood much taller then himself at what seemed to be six three. His hair was slicked back and was a red color, and his face was a pale complexion. His eyes were aged from experience and his face seemed ragged, none the less a man in his early thirty's it seemed. The striking feature was his hollow mask that stood underneath his lower lip, two snake like fangs coming up from the sides made it look very snake like. And just the like the snake like feature, the ninth espada was a sly person. With almost no concern for anyone else but himself, this was another reason why myouri didn't like this man.
"Bout time." His voice still rough but more of a despite this time as he looked at myouri. " Yea sorry got lost" keeping his cool, myouri had to tilt his head upwards to look at man. As such it wen silent between the two as the looked at each other for seconds, both were proud people and it seemed neither wanted to make the move. Just as if they had already started fighting.
"Care to make the first move?"
"After you"
In a common curiosity towards the 9th Espada, myouri bowed towards the man from the waist. Doing as such his face was hidden and upon myouri's face appeared a smirk, for he was going to surprise attack him. Beginning to bend back up myouri flickered out of sight to appear at the back of the others head aiming his left leg at his head. Landing a fierce kick to the head the man was sent cartwheeling through the sand a good ten feet. The figure slowly stood himself, doing as such at the same time of brushing the sand of his pants and shirt, finally reaching his full neck he cracked his neck both sides. "Is that it?"
Smirking towards the ninth myouri didn't reply back, his right hand slithered out of his pocket and wrapped his fingers like snakes on the hilt. " Establecer la polÃtica"
A whirlwind started to form around myouri and after a few seconds a mass amount plummeted around as myouri began to chance in the yellow substance that was his reiatsu. Emerging from the yellow reiatsu stood myouri in his true form, from his back down to his calves spikes covered that part of his body. Also now myouri was standing at five nine almost as tall the other man, over his face was half mask that covered his eyes. They remained the ruby red color as they stare towards the ninth, his stare was returned back at him, as if nothing had happened. "Going all out? Very well, if you want to die that easily.
With an utter of his release words, a red reiatsu surrounded the figure just like it had happened to myouri. In a matter of seconds just like myouri a figure started to appear in front, it protrude an extra two arms from either side. As well its legs multiplied to a total of four, as such the ninth looked like a grotesque spider standing there staring back at myouri with a rather proud smile on his face.
"Come"
Without any hesitation myouri leaped towards his enemy, his right hand swiping with a fist towards the ninth, an easy evade for the ninth, out of harms way so he thought. Leading with his body, myouri plowed his right knee straight into the chest of the ninth with all his might. There was numerous bone cracking that could be heard, after delivering his blow and landing some were behind the ninth due to his momentum. Myouri didn't land with grace but tumbled forward, his right knee had shattered down to his shines but he figured if he did that to him self from the impact what was the ninth like.
Turning back around slowly so the ninth could see myouri, his breath was deep and it could be seen that he was in a lot of pain. "You damn brat!!!!" Filled with anger and spite towards myouri he charge him in his anger, while all four of his hands began to shoot bala's at him. Not being able to dodge all of them, myouri got hit straight in the chest by one and was sent backwards. Tumbling in the sand till he was laying on his stomach, the ninth feeling victorious after this hit began to approach myouri slowly thinking his victory was at hand. At the same time myouri was pushing himself back up on his feet as best as he could.
Standing tall in front of myouri the ninth seemed proud of his victory "Boy your way to early to challenge me" With a proud confidence in his voice and a wicked smiled on his face, the ninth released a sinister laugh. This was the only chance myouri could get, while the ninth was laughing at the demise and weakling of the arrancar in front him. Myouri's hands both shot up quickly and underneath his breath uttered "flujo de corriente" As such manipulating the positive and negative ions around his hands myouri shot two beams of electrical current from his hands straight at the ninths chest.
The both pierced through his chest and began to disperse around his chest frying everything in an electrical current. This only lasted a few seconds due to the lack of stamina and preservation myouri had left but it was enough to get the job done, slowly the ninth began to fall towards the ground. Landing with a loud thud, it seemed like he was now dead, with his victory in hand myouri released his state and slowly formed back into his boyish self.
" I may be young, but im walking away" his voice was weak and at the point of dehydration. Myouri was in badly injured, and bleeding pretty bad from the knee and chest from the cero that hit him. With his hoodie torn and his pants ripped, myo picked him self up slowly. Pain shot up from his knee as he put pressure on it, myo's breathing was a deep breath and had a wheeze to it. Now standing myo would try to proceed his way back to a bed to get some rest.
Current Rank:Numeros 11
Desired Rank:Espada 9
Holder of desired rank:None
It was mid-day and myouri was heading towards the sand dune's of Las Noches, it was not a big area that was covered in sand. Mainly the size of a football field but this was were myouri had requested for the meet. Stepping out from a corridor that lead to the dune's his bright green tracksuit flickered in the gust of wind that blew over the sand's. The sun had little effect on his suit for it was already a really bright color that couldn't get any brighter. Like always inside las noches the sun was up high and shining bright, no matter what part of the day it was the sun could always be seen. It was indeed an interesting factor that las noches held.
It would have seemed that myouri was nervous due to the shaking of his body and his head hung low, with the loud sound of his headphones blaring in his eyes. His black headphones that were over his hoodie like always was playing some motivation music. This was also going inside of myouri's head as he was talking to him self and psyching himself out for what was going to unfold. Tucking his arms to his waist with fist clenched, myouri felt like he reached his peak of psych out and unleashed a loud yell filled with passion and determination.
"YOU ARE GOING TO WIN MYOURI!!! COME ON!!!
With that loud shout, myouri tucked his hands in his pocket and nuzzled them in his pockets as he bent his elbows lightly and relaxed his arms. Fill with an overwhelming sense of confidence and pride, myouri began his strut out in to the dunes. With a determined stride and relaxed state of mind myouri had no doubt in his mind that he was overwhelming better. Most of these feelings he felt now were due to his strong pride issues and always thinking he was better. As forth myouri made his begin through the sand dunes, not too sure were the center was but he was never good with directions.
In the distance a figure stood waiting patiently for the person who ever asked him to come to show up. A wonder ran through the man's head how could someone be late to there own request, it was either cockiness or lack of respect. As such he waited before he could see a speck on the horizon start to appear. "That must be him" As he spoke his voice was rough with a calm state, as slowly the speck started to grow bigger to the point that a figure of a boy could be seen walking.
As made his approach he saw the man that he would face, he stood much taller then himself at what seemed to be six three. His hair was slicked back and was a red color, and his face was a pale complexion. His eyes were aged from experience and his face seemed ragged, none the less a man in his early thirty's it seemed. The striking feature was his hollow mask that stood underneath his lower lip, two snake like fangs coming up from the sides made it look very snake like. And just the like the snake like feature, the ninth espada was a sly person. With almost no concern for anyone else but himself, this was another reason why myouri didn't like this man.
"Bout time." His voice still rough but more of a despite this time as he looked at myouri. " Yea sorry got lost" keeping his cool, myouri had to tilt his head upwards to look at man. As such it wen silent between the two as the looked at each other for seconds, both were proud people and it seemed neither wanted to make the move. Just as if they had already started fighting.
"Care to make the first move?"
"After you"
In a common curiosity towards the 9th Espada, myouri bowed towards the man from the waist. Doing as such his face was hidden and upon myouri's face appeared a smirk, for he was going to surprise attack him. Beginning to bend back up myouri flickered out of sight to appear at the back of the others head aiming his left leg at his head. Landing a fierce kick to the head the man was sent cartwheeling through the sand a good ten feet. The figure slowly stood himself, doing as such at the same time of brushing the sand of his pants and shirt, finally reaching his full neck he cracked his neck both sides. "Is that it?"
Smirking towards the ninth myouri didn't reply back, his right hand slithered out of his pocket and wrapped his fingers like snakes on the hilt. " Establecer la polÃtica"
A whirlwind started to form around myouri and after a few seconds a mass amount plummeted around as myouri began to chance in the yellow substance that was his reiatsu. Emerging from the yellow reiatsu stood myouri in his true form, from his back down to his calves spikes covered that part of his body. Also now myouri was standing at five nine almost as tall the other man, over his face was half mask that covered his eyes. They remained the ruby red color as they stare towards the ninth, his stare was returned back at him, as if nothing had happened. "Going all out? Very well, if you want to die that easily.
With an utter of his release words, a red reiatsu surrounded the figure just like it had happened to myouri. In a matter of seconds just like myouri a figure started to appear in front, it protrude an extra two arms from either side. As well its legs multiplied to a total of four, as such the ninth looked like a grotesque spider standing there staring back at myouri with a rather proud smile on his face.
"Come"
Without any hesitation myouri leaped towards his enemy, his right hand swiping with a fist towards the ninth, an easy evade for the ninth, out of harms way so he thought. Leading with his body, myouri plowed his right knee straight into the chest of the ninth with all his might. There was numerous bone cracking that could be heard, after delivering his blow and landing some were behind the ninth due to his momentum. Myouri didn't land with grace but tumbled forward, his right knee had shattered down to his shines but he figured if he did that to him self from the impact what was the ninth like.
Turning back around slowly so the ninth could see myouri, his breath was deep and it could be seen that he was in a lot of pain. "You damn brat!!!!" Filled with anger and spite towards myouri he charge him in his anger, while all four of his hands began to shoot bala's at him. Not being able to dodge all of them, myouri got hit straight in the chest by one and was sent backwards. Tumbling in the sand till he was laying on his stomach, the ninth feeling victorious after this hit began to approach myouri slowly thinking his victory was at hand. At the same time myouri was pushing himself back up on his feet as best as he could.
Standing tall in front of myouri the ninth seemed proud of his victory "Boy your way to early to challenge me" With a proud confidence in his voice and a wicked smiled on his face, the ninth released a sinister laugh. This was the only chance myouri could get, while the ninth was laughing at the demise and weakling of the arrancar in front him. Myouri's hands both shot up quickly and underneath his breath uttered "flujo de corriente" As such manipulating the positive and negative ions around his hands myouri shot two beams of electrical current from his hands straight at the ninths chest.
The both pierced through his chest and began to disperse around his chest frying everything in an electrical current. This only lasted a few seconds due to the lack of stamina and preservation myouri had left but it was enough to get the job done, slowly the ninth began to fall towards the ground. Landing with a loud thud, it seemed like he was now dead, with his victory in hand myouri released his state and slowly formed back into his boyish self.
" I may be young, but im walking away" his voice was weak and at the point of dehydration. Myouri was in badly injured, and bleeding pretty bad from the knee and chest from the cero that hit him. With his hoodie torn and his pants ripped, myo picked him self up slowly. Pain shot up from his knee as he put pressure on it, myo's breathing was a deep breath and had a wheeze to it. Now standing myo would try to proceed his way back to a bed to get some rest.
