Beneath the porcelain mask the spawn of hell unveils a meek yet taunting smile, It stretches from ear to ear as a heated exasperated breath fogs the masks’ interior. The young swordsman in all his power, in all his glory, falls short of his target. The length of his blade’s reach is laughable, Like the shinigami as a whole, he too was inferior. The tugging grip at the back of his neck causes his imminent descent into the pyre that exists on the surface of the burning asphalt. The flame seethes at the thought of being fed a healthy soul, the maw of hell growling with an insatiable hunger. It’s pull is without mercy, without cease. The spawn of hell has hardly moved, his stature firm and unbreakable. For now at least, this domain was
his. Everything within his sight was inevitably, within his grasp as well. The sight of the shinigami plummeting to his demise was humorous, the masked creature salivating at the thought of devouring his soul. He had all but forgotten about the the dark-haired male that accompanied him, dragging about, contributing nothing. He draws his blade in response of the useless human, seemingly scaring him away from the scene. Pity, his soul—too—was ripe. Not
as scrumptious as the two shinigami would be, but a meal all the same. Down below a flare of reiatsu is enough to pique his interest. The unsightly terrain morphed by violent flame beneath is immediately shrouded by a huff of smoke. It expands, enveloping the entirety of the street area in a massive cloud. The smoke squalls in a crimson breath, multiple layers of the cloud forming to create different shades of maroon within the shadowed depths. The shinigami disperses within, and subsequently his spiritual pressure is assimilated into the cloud’s depth of field. It became difficult, yet not impossible to distinguish who was where, and what was what.
With a violent grasp, a translucent palm sculpts itself around the face of his chosen victim. The shinigami’s grip on his blade never wavers, however, the mighty palm driving him down close within the cloud of smoke. A crater would form from the impact should its path remain uninterrupted, yet the sly fox of a shinigami does his best to prevent things from going as planned. The force of the palm was enough to cause a vacuum of pressure to form around the male’s body, the very force of it alone blowing at the smoke formed by the other’s spell, thinning the cloud out a minuscule amount.
Safe, far above the cloud and the duo of shinigami, the invader sits comfortably in his strength manifested from an ire brewed in hell. His arrogance begets an unforeseen mishap, the extremity that now holds and crushes the skull of the fighter from the righteous Soul Society is laced in a current of electricity. It travels up a considerable distance, subtly revealing a long arm-like extension that fades away as the current subsides. A single jolt paired with the continuous release of electricity administers an annoying buzz to the prisoner of hell. His body shutters at its feel, frozen in place for but a second, enveloped in the stream of lightning as it courses throughout his body. While the current is powerful, it remains tolerable. He hardly winces in pain beneath the mask, his arms and legs shaking just enough to notice. Even still, the teal-haired male continues to be sent barreling down towards the smoke.
As he vanished within the cloud his weight can be felt shifting against the extremity that sent him in the downward spiral, the moment he separates from it in an attempt to send it into the ground below the grip loosens. As it loosens, it is then retracted back upward. Just before it leaves the smoke’s domain, at a specific angle for just one.. infinitesimal moment, a single glint forms a crimson silhouette within the smoke. In its wake, the figure of the hand is highlighted in a vibrant red before returning to its invisible state the moment it escapes the Sekienton.
The two shinigami lay in waiting in the smoke below now, clearly a ploy to draw him in. Their traps and plans insignificant at the hands of a monster. Spawned from unimaginable conditions, he had faced much worse. From within the smoke, the hellspawn is no longer visible, a disadvantage the two should not have brought upon themselves. Whereas formerly his reiatsu was lightly suppressed, it now vanishes completely, his presence both visually and spiritually.. gone. His body would vanish to the sight of bystanders as well, entering a high speed maneuver that would displace him from his former location, to directly within the smoke. It did not matter if he could not see, or perhaps even actively sense the duo within, as their effort would have to momentous to avoid eradication in the coming moments. Upon appearing his body rotates an entire seven hundred and twenty degrees in a single second. In response, the long chains escaping the shackles of his wrists spin violently to create a vortex of metal and spiritual energy. The eruption of energy and sharp chain steel not only severe the cloud in half, creating a separation between the smoke to temporarily grant vision, but it seeks to completely bisect the two in half, only on the first rotation, on the second rotation it sought to turn whatever remained to ribbons—all while, the spiritual energy unleashed by the chains increases in temperature, its touch enough to instantly cauterize those that make contact.
When the two went to evade or defend a realization of grand proportion would come to light. Both of them would find themselves “sapped” of both their speed and physical strength, the more aggressive one—recently grabbed in his face—would find that this deduction of physical attributes would be more intense than his comrade. Sluggish in the feet, weak in the hands, they’d fallen victim to his greed. This alone would prove evading, or defending.. difficult.. if not impossible. The moment they went to move they’d feel the difference, vast, even with the release of the Gentei Rein they would now find themselves.. inferior. With luck—no. Luck was irrelevant. With everything in his favor, the two would cease to be a minor pain in his side.
