[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

[Shinigami]

Any bystander with an astute eye, or perhaps a keen taste for battle could understand that the spawn from hell was simply toying with the rather unprepared Shinigami. Their very presence was an insult, these lackluster and conquerable soldiers were the hounds sent to chase down such a powerful invader. He’d hoped to maybe lure someone of Captain-Class out to the town that was rather barren in succulent souls. Or even better—maybe the breadcrumbs left by the boisterous one that escaped hell would lead him to an even greater prize. As opposed to either of those two outcomes, he was only met with disappointment. His chains insisted on becoming serpentine in nature. Quickly, tightly, they coil around his prey, an attempt to hold the both of them in place.
On one end, he inspects the male with darker hair. In his face is only despair, a hopelessness that can only be replicated on the brink of a sudden, unfortunate death. The chains almost act like extensions of the cloaked figure. Through them, he feels the weight of Kuro’s rapid pulse, the heat of his blood as he breaks into a fearful sweat. If he had to guess, the former full-of-spunk Kuro was Broken. Left to reflect on his mistakes, staring the deepest trench of hell directly in the eye. An area formerly submerged in chaos would be a bit more quiet now—only for a moment. The wailing and howling of damned souls once again becomes the loudest perceivable sound to those in the immediate vicinity. In a way, they were welcoming the duo, sinful sirens screaming out their gleeful song. To the common ear it was almost mesmerizing, an irresistible pull.
On the other end the teal-haired male is looked at much closer. This one was more crafty, more powerful altogether. He refused to die, stubborn in his attempts to dismay the masked assailant with his flashy displays of power. While unimpressed, he was annoyed nonetheless. Perhaps he could do without.. distraction. Speak of the devil—a stirring of reiryoku is felt, sensed, amassed and then converted into reiatsu which vibrates the air around them heavily. Subconsciously, his own reiatsu ascends in response, battling with the increase of power by the lightning-wielding male. The blade that previously subsided in its white glow, finds itself illuminated once more, its power blossoming before them. It seemed to be a near-instantaneous process, but the blade itself was akin to a bomb. Set to blow any second, there was little preparation that could ensue, yet what little could be done, was done. Hidden from the vision of his two enemies was a collection of hands of varying sizes manifesting around his body. They collapsed atop each other, locking at the fingers—five, ten, then twenty immediately construct a translucent barrier around him as he neglects to move a single muscle from his previous position.
“BOOOOM!”
An eruption occurs, purely of force and power. Its strength tests the foundations of the entire city—every building, every car, begins to shake and rattle before inevitably becoming undone. Ripped apart at their core by the insurmountable power. A shockwave with Shizuka’s blade as a catalyst creates a dome of both destruction and repulsion before them all. Its induction is enough to press against the barrier of invisible hands formed prior, acting as a launching point to send the spawn of hell flying. The repulsion and force was enough to somewhat brittle the infernal chains, loosening their grip on Shizuka’s released blade. What he did not account for, however, was the chains’ grip on Kuro to remain unperturbed. He had done everything in his power to save himself—to ensure the Togabito’s grip on his blade loosened enough to deploy this shockwave as a cover for his brief retreat. What had he done, however, to assist the hapless Kuro? Besides initiate a tactic that would likely crush his body had the brunt of it not been absorbed by the spectral hands that developed around the cloaked menace.
Kuro was not sent ragdolling into the debris of a distant building. No. He, along with his captor are sent barreling in unison, down the post-apocalyptic streets. The chain’s grip on the shinigami’s blade, as well as his arm, does not falter once. In truth he’d grown tired of playing with the fools. Through the sockets of his mask mid-flight he can see that the teal-haired male was freed, yet not following up on his initial attempt. Instead, he was stationary, a distance away from the entangled Kuro and the one responsible. Perhaps this was the time—a time to cut loose ends once and for all. He could harbor no more distractions in his end goal, it was clear the one with the teal hair deserved his full attention. This other, rather meek one was… disposable. And disposable he was. The chains begin to tighten—Kuro’s body weak and frail following every touch of the spectral hands. They coil around him, much tighter than they had grasped Tsukune who was only a tool, a prop. This man, however, was an enemy—a waste. Their tightness forces the collapse of a rib or two, and then a third subsequently after. A lung is punctured by the serrated and loose juncture of bone that meets beneath his layer of flesh that causes an eruption of blood to spew from his mouth. The chains had wrapped to cocoon Kuro indefinitely. His arms are pulled to his sides, the sound of bone crunching within them loud and prevalent even in the wake of Shizuka’s destruction.
What happens next is unsightly. As their mid-air momentum ceases, the cloaked figure creates a reishi platform that helps him come to a stop. Dust from the bottom of his boots scurries about as he slides across the air. With his shifting momentum he holds the chain with both hands now, centering his strength into a swing that reeled in all of its slack. The chain, and the broken Kuro along with it swing in a one-hundred-degree arc, before being pulled with the mightiest of tugs. This, coupled with gravity’s help sends Kuro’s body plummeting into the ground head first. It is when his skull makes contact with the concrete that it begins to shatter, pieces of his spine splinter out from the sides of his neck, his eyes turning blank as the life fades form his pupils.
A focused Shizuka would see the dismantled body of his comrade painting the streets red with his blood. How would he react? Was he one that became enveloped in rage? Perhaps they would see. How did it feel to see the results of his mistakes? Of his lack of preparation? The Shinigami became coated in his own reiatsu, lightning formulating around him as he stands on a reishi platform himself. The spawn of hell stands to face him, close to eighty yards away as the desolate battlefield had turned to rubble and ash. He spins both bloody chains by his side in a teasing manner as his hellish energy leaks from him in amounts yet to be seen on the day. It manifests above his head in the shape of a grimacing demon, sharp and unsettling. It is there to coax Shizuka, goad him into making another mistake. With luck, he’d resemble his comrade here in just a few moments.

 

[Shinigami]

Buildings and foundations crumbled down to rubble at the display of Shizuka's Thunder Stance. It's enhanced power only a result of the blade being wrapped endlessly around the hell-fiend's chains. Albeit that, this was also the product of how fierce this battle was unfolding to be, and the state of his body showed it vividly. Though, nothing was going to slow this shinigami down tonight, he was prepared to die even before he stepped foot within the city. He expressed this sentiment to his comrades before they even came to aid him. As his reiatsu was flaring viciously he vividly remembered the mentality he drove in with...

Quote:"Gorou, come with me we're mobilizing immediately. Ryuga take Izanagi to your room to heal. I already know you're not at 100%, but I'm not going to restrict you from coming on your own will. It's an unprecedented threat, be prepared for the worst... "

Maybe this fear of a permanent death scared them, shook them into a fear that caused them to not heed his orders. He didn't blame them, Shizuka was battle hardened, a soul whose entire existence was predicated on the heat of a skirmish, and the consequences that follow throughout. He wouldn't expect someone who did not have that mentality, to step into the depths of a battle as deadly as this one. Sadly though, the one man who had gained entirely too much of his respect for tonight was his partner , Yakimono-san, who was still deadlocked into the Togabito's chains. While Shizuka was exerting his pressure he witnessed the Togabito barreling through the air with Kuro still entangled within his infernal chains.
"Yakimono-san, don't worry I'-... We're going to end this"
He whispered to himself solemnly as he began to focus. His pulsating reiatsu faded instantaneously, almost as if it never existed. As soon as he witnessed the Togabito begin to rebound within the sky, he lifted his blade horizontally in front of himself and chanted...
"Raimei Yōshiki: Saigai (雷鳴様式 : 災い ; Thunder Stance: Calamity/Disaster)"
The first and only ability added on to his Thunder Stance that the 3rd Seat found within the training of his Shikai. This was the last trick Shizuka had in his bag, but to him it was his deadliest. He could see even from a distance, the Togabito had began to put both of his hands on the lengthy chain that carried the suspended Kuro. If the Togabito was any bit of aware of his surroundings, he would notice the debris under him slowly begin to rise simultaneously around him as he was performing this action. Shizuka would not be surprised if he did not though, Shizuka was far away from him, had not displayed any attack signifying he had range that extended that far, and he was probably bloodlusted, preparing to mutilate Kuro's body into his surroundings. The debris was slow to start at first, but as they got within meters closer to him they would begin accelerate towards him faster and faster. There was nothing he could do to stop the phenomenon of what was going on. There was concrete, asphalt, and debris from buildings and cars tackling the specific layers of the chain that were wrapped onto Shizuka's Zanpakuto. Due to the chains bristling and scraping the entirety of the blade, the length of this positive charge plagued a solid portion of the chain and it showed as the foundation of the rocks would begin to build upwards and upwards all the way until formed a sizeable cluster of debris that reached all the way onto the arm that carried the chain. They would buildup and attack from every single direction at ridiculous speeds, unaware of what was in their path. Though the magnetism was not limited to dragging what was on the surface. Debris from the ground under Shizuka, pipes and sedimentary from the earth began to plunge towards the Togabito from where he stood in the air. Magnetism has no mind, no sense of direction, if they could not touch the center of the charge they were aimed towards, they were going to be latched onto the parts of the Togabito's body that was obstructing their path.
Shizuka did not rest to watch as the build up of his Saigai clamored the Hell-spawn. As the first pieces of debris collided with the chains Shizuka immediately bled into a shunpo below where the Togabito stood in the air, but several meters away, and pointed his fingers towards the Togabito's body.
"Rikujokoro"
The Hell-Fiend would most likely be flustered by the annoying phenomena, and be too distracted to noticed the 6 pillars of light that tackled his mid-section and restricted all of his bodily movements permanently. Regardless if the Togabito destroyed the debris with his spectral arms ability, it'd be futile. The debris would just break into smaller pieces and each of those small pieces would still be attracted to his chains and continue to build until it collapsed his entire body within it's volume. Shizuka was not feeling cocky or confident, but he never forgot his main goal for activating this technique and it was rescuing Kuro. At this point he knew physically touching the chains would just cause them to continue trapping whatever was touching them, but he escaped them with his Thunder Stance before and he was confident it could do the same for Kuro. The Togabito trapped within Shizuka's spell and technique simultaneously would be completely inhibited in his ability to stop what was going to ensue.
Shizuka being only a few meters away on the ground, vanished quickly into an accurate shunpo, at the same height as his entangled comrade. He swiftly brought his hand upon his subordinate's head making sure to avoid touching the chains as well and began to funnel his reiatsu around the young shinigami, to protect him against the effects of his own Thunder Stance. Stabbing his blade within the crease of Kuro's shoulder tearing through his shihakusho and the chains of the Togabito that enveloped his 7th Seat. Before the chains could even react, the explosion of Thunder Stance would be expulsed from the blade once more, blowing away the chains that surrounded his comrade as well as dispelling any incoming threat of attack to Shizuka. Being directly under the Togabito, the hell fiend would be sent flying upwards as well. Still being mauled continuously by the city's foundation that they resided in. Shizuka would grab Kuro's body and land safely on the ground, calling his name relentlessly to see if was okay.
"Kuro, Kuro! Come on, we got to end this now, and I need your help."
He was hoping the young shinigami would come to, but now was a more perfect time to strike than ever.

 

[Shinigami]

Martin’s arrival had been for some time. His presence had been hidden, allowing him to take in information he would need to check whether this would become an assassination, or a brawl. Between the two, he would preffer it to be an assassination, but no matter what, he needed information.
Currently, out of all the beings surrounding the area, the only one Martin was able to watch was the being holding onto chains.

‘Hmm… Imma call you Chains.’

Martin’s thoughts were - at times - childish to say the least. Still, that did not mean that he was acting childish. No. Au contraire, he used these childish thoughts as a way to check up on himself. He did not wish to become an empty shell devoid of what makes him human, contrary to the other assassins Martin knew of - coldhearted and lost within the never ending spiral of being contracted and then following the death of their target. Martin sighed, his eyes always focused upon those beings - wondering what was about to happen. He, though, could sense that the one Martin called as Chains was not a being that should exist. It needed to be removed asap.

It was now that Martin sensed something odd. While he could not see what it was, especially within the smoke that had taken the battlefield, Martin was sure that something was slithering its way all over. He was unsure whether that was something Chains called - seeing as how Chains was nonchalantly standing and waiting - or whether whatever slithered came from the other beings. Martin simply waited and watched.
And Martin was… Dumbfounded.

“AKAKAKAKA. . .!!!!!”

Martin just watched as Chains had now become a spinning top. Martin felt as if he was watching some false image, but no. He even pinched himself to be sure that what he watched was the truth.

‘Well then. Hello there Chain Top. How you doin’?’

Martin’s thoughts in regards to the spinning top were simple. It also gave Martin the capability of granting a new nickname - moments after Chains had been named.
As to how Martin was able to witness this - seeing as how Chain Top had dived deep within the smoke that inhibited Martin’s eyes - it all came down to the very same reason that Chain Top was named Chain Top. Its centrifuge allowed the smoke to move and follow the movements of this action. The smoke would slowly, but surely, open up in some spots, allowing spots for one at Martin’s angle to take a peak within. Luckily for Martin, those spots were upon 3 points. Point A was where Chain Top was at. Point B was where a black haired Reaper. Lastly, Point C was where the lightning enthusiast Reaper was currently at.
Martin was able to see how they would react, understanding that what he had felt - that slithering sensation of danger - had actually came from Chain Top - different from the chains that were currently going around the chains that would restrict the two other beings - Blacky and Boomy, from the sound of thunder.
Martin’s eyes could faintly understand the distortion produced by something traversing along the ψηαινσ, at times coiling around the chains themselves. Martin was sure that there was an odd technique at play - one which allowed Chain Top to hide an attack, or even maybe its own true being. Martin was curious as to how this worked - seeing as how there was a body and a part of it was hidden. Maybe… Maybe it was a focused hide? He would focus on that later, as he focused even more.

‘Don’t die.’

These were his thoughts. Martin wished for all souls’ well being, even for those beings that had done nothing when his family had been killed. Martin felt a soury feeling within his heart, but he stood steadfast. He needed information. The dangers they would be put in, would ensure Martin’s survival. He was sure of it. It was also why he would hold himself back, forcefully, not allowing him to dive in and save those souls.
The bodies of the two had been ensnared. He was unsure how and if they would be capable of escaping. But he would need to keep his eyes upon the spectacle, if allowed the usage of this term for a macabre action such as this.
As Martin watched, his notice fell upon Boomy. He understood that Boomy was about to execute something and wondered what it was. Maybe he would escape? He saw a change - Martin would not know that the change that occurred was for Boomy going from his Thunder Stance to a Normal Stance - one that was quite visible from where he was. Luckily for Martin, the angle he was at, allowed him to witness the lips of Boomy, their slight moving easily visible. He was curious what was about to happen.
He saw lightning sparks occur randomly around the vicinity of the weapon held by Boomy. Martin was sure. Boomy was ready to act.

BOOOOM!

A powerful sound was heard - its radius reaching Martin, as well as a slight sonic boom that followed the sound, luckily not a true Sonic Boom. Martin smiled. He was witnessing something awesome and quite liked that. What was also odd, was that Martin had sensed upon his body a presence that had arrived and tried to alter his own energy. He was sure it came from Boomy - as the essence did not feel rotten, quite what he had felt from Chain Top the moment he had seen it. Nonetheless, the alteration would never occur, Martin’s own energy would carve through that altering effect - the reason being that Martin’s energy could take four different properties. Those of the elements of Fire, Earth, Water and Wind. Currently Martin was utilizing the element of Wind, which was electrified, yes, but it was quite the distance away from Martin himself. Due to the distance, it was also kind of hard to tell if Martin’s actions was noticed - especially with how frantic the fight was bellow. Still, he would not mind. It was, after all, time to go in.

Martin saw buildings collapsing - not that said buildings had been ok since the start, visibly damaged from the reckless fighting. He would wonder the amount of money that would need to be paid for the buildings to be fixed, but let’s be honest. Who ever cared for such a thing when one’s life can be put in the frontlines at any moment?
And so, Martin would keep his eyes upon all that happened, his eyes would not leave from Boomy’s body for a bit more. He saw how Boomy’s body gently landed on the crater that his explosion created. And Martin cringed.

‘DO A SUPER HERO LANDING DUDE! COME ON!’

Martin felt the cringe levels go above what he could understand. It would have been one of the best moments. Plus, it could be a good action to proceed with an attack, using the angle to drive the sword Boomy held towards and within Chain Top even easier.
Martin’s focus, though, would leave from Boomy. His focus now was on Blacky. He would see how Blacky had remained within the entrapment of Chain Top and how both now flew. They would hit around and Martin would wonder why Boomy did not actually utilize this moment to attack. He knew, though, that it was still not his time to assist Boomy and Blacky. He knew it. He also knew his que was coming.
He watches how Chain Top simply stops flailing around, skidding through the air upon a platform made by energy. Martin nods, thinking that that action was quite a good one.
And he now sees how Chain Top starts making a circular motion with the chain that held Blacky. The trajectory simply seen. What Chain Top wishes to do is fairly simple to be understood. Chain Top is out for blood, while Boomy just sits idly
Wait. Boomy started moving.

"Raimei Yōshiki: Saigai (雷鳴様式 : 災い ; Thunder Stance: Calamity/Disaster)"

Martin saw how debris - of varying sizes - would start moving towards Chain Top. He also saw how Boomy would disappear - or at least how he moved at extreme speeds. Something felt sluggish though, as if Boomy was not moving at the proper speeds he could muster. Martin was unsure of that.

"Rikujokoro"

Martin heard Boomy’s voice once more. His eyes would witness how energy was focused on six different angles and flew towards Chain Top. Martin did not know what that was. Nor did he care. And Martin witnessed the actions brought forth from Boomy. His actions were finally commendable, albeit having missed a great opportunity.
Finally, though, Martin knew that this was his que. As Boomy was trying to remove his partner from the chains - a very odd way of doing things to be honest - Martin simply smiled.
Energy finally encompassed around his body, its force erupting in the vicinity as a pillar of light that would reach the heavens - slicing apart the clouds.

And so, with Martin’s Reiatsu finally coming into play - its light becoming a beacon. It was a warm light, but it was also capable of blinding one - not because it had such an effect, no, but because the area around them was darker. And the sudden light appearing - especially with how strong it was - would devour one’s eyesight momentarily. Thankfully for Boomy and Blacky, Martin had situated himself so that only Chain Top could see him.
After Martin signalled his presence, his presence was lost. A feat that came from his usage of Bringer Light, his speed immense. He had ridden upon the Spirit of Wind, his movement using its properties to bring his own body right besides Blacky and Boomy. His arrival had been at the exact moment Boomy was - slowly, as seen from the speed Martin had at the moment - inserting his own sword within the crevices between chain and body. Martin would call forth his Orbis’ power and would proceed to call forth Vestitus - the Wind. Orbis is the name of Martin’s ring - the object he uses to focus his powers, the object that his Fullbringing power comes from. His energy dives deep within the Orbis and calls upon the materialization of the energies of nature - as Martin would describe it. The materialization occurs immediately, no lag exists within what Martin calls forth. And so, Martin smiles as his energy is now focused within his ring - the beacon of light energy long perished and now hiding within his own Orbis, his ring.
He would use the power of Vestitus-Clypeus to form one ring of wind upon the point of the blade, which would grant the blade something very important for it. Anything that passes from within the ring - the Vestitus-Clypheus - has their speed doubled - due to granting friction removal abilities. It was Martin’s hope that this would allow Boomy to more easily insert his own weapon and remove his comrade away from the chains.
Still, Martin did not finish here. After having done such, he would look at his enemy. He smiled.

“Well… Hello there Chain Top. How you doin’?”

His voice would be heard much later. For now, what came towards Chain Top was but one simple thing. It was Martin’s own Chokuto clad within the energy of Vestitus, of Wind while Martin’s own body was also clad within that energy. What surrounded Martin’s own sword were various Vestitus-Clypheus, Rings of Wind that allowed the weapon to be frictionless and move even faster - specifically two times the normal speed. As for the Vestitus energy that Martin’s body was clad with, it was called Vestitus-Coniunctis, Shield of Wind and it grants Martin - or whoever else is given this - the ability for true aerial maneuverability, quite unlike how others move. With this, one is capable of true flight, unlike how spiritual entities use energy to stand upon - exactly how Chain Top had done only moments ago. Martin could now fight freely, his body capable of moving continuously in 360 degrees at any moment without the need for platforms or anything else.
And so, the slash that came towards Chain Top would arrive from the front, 75 degrees towards the left side of Chain Top’s body, all the while Martin’s body was angled as if he stood on ground and executed said slashing attack - his feet towards the sky and Martin’s head towards the ground. The slash could be called, if viewed in the same way Martin stood as a downwards slash. For Chain Top, it was a slash that came from the ground and towards the sky - an overhead slash in other words. The aim of this slash was the torso and subsequently the head - provided the weapon clad in the Vestitus energy was capable of slashing through said mask. Martin hoped he could.
As Martin finished the attack, whether it had landed or not, the momentum his body had would bring him right behind the enemy, with Martin preparing his next attack.
His hope was that his actions would allow Boomy and Blacky to survive - even if said survival was for one more moment.

 

[Shinigami]

Insects. That is what the Hellspawn is forced to face, forced to entertain..forced to exterminate. The teal haired shinigami, this..Shizuka, now freed from his bindings is forced to watch as the Hellion is catapulted back with his comrade, his friend, his fellow insect in tow. While the Togabito was shielded from the brunt of Shizuka’s explosion, Kuro, the Shinigami’s only ally, was not so fortunate. His body, already weakened, deprived of its strength, its vigor takes the blast in full.
CRAAAACCKK
The sound of bones breaking and snapping from the impact while audible, is drowned out by the explosion born from Shizuka’s technique.Bound and restricted by chains and hands, his body jerks and jarrs violently every which way, yet unable to truly go anywhere because of his restraints, causing muscles and tendons to tear from the sudden and unexpected strain.
CRUUUUUNNNCHHH
The hapless Kuro, already weakened by the Togabito’s insatiable avarice, is now weakened and damaged further thanks to the very one he would aid. The Spawn’s chains that already bound him, begin to coil and constrict themselves tighter around Kuro during the course of their travel. The sound of bones cracking and snapping under the strain becomes louder. Still the chains squeeze tighter. Ribs now snap like twigs one after the other, their pointed edges forced into the soft flesh of his organs, puncturing lungs and flesh. Blood begins to gurgle and foam out from the shinigami’s orifices, dribbling from his mouth and nose, forcing the man to bleed tears of blood before finally, his body is turned into a fountain...a fountain of blood.
And the chains squeeze tighter still
Finally, their violent journey comes to a skidding stop, dust kicked up as the Togabito forces their travel to an abrupt end upon the invisible reishi plates. Pale hands grip the chain cocooned Kuro, bound so tightly that blood begins to spill from between the links. It's as if the chains themselves are bleeding. Shizuka, as all this has transpired, chooses this time to act. He lifts his arms, and it is at this time, this moment he should realize the difference in his body. A warrior, conditioned for combat, seasoned by training and preparation finds the strength in his arms waning, the weight of his own blade, heavier than it's ever been, like a child attempting to lift a mighty claymore triple their size and weight. Like Kuro, Shizuka’s strength and vigor have been robbed from him. So focused on what lies before him, so desperate to prove his strength he instead proves himself so ignorant to the dangers before and around him, and offers that very strength to the monster he is meant to slay.
The Hellspawn, gripping the metal linked cocoon, begins to spin, fingers appearing to loosen and slip in their grip, only to secure themselves to the base of the chain, what little slack exists. Success! He appears ignorant to the change in his surroundings, ignorant of the debris that inconspicuously rises into the air, gravitating towards the invader. Though the Togabito should have taken notice by now, still, he continues his arcing spin, forcing the magnetized debris to follow its trajectory until he releases. Kuro’s mangled, crushed and destroyed body is abandoned, flung violently downward. Where Shizuka had intended to send his partner ragdolling away from the enemy and failed, the Togabito instead succeeds in this endeavor.
"Rikujokoro"
Coincidentally, it is the moment Shizuka chooses to physically act that this transpires. Yet as always, the shinigami proves himself to be inadequate, choosing to act in the wrong way, at the wrong time, and towards the wrong position. Placing himself beneath the Togabito, his vision and spell find themselves both obscured and blocked by Kuro’s body where the Togabito was the aim. Fingers meant to aim at the Hellspawn, find themselves instead, aiming at Kuro. Beams of light meant to collide into the Togabito, barrel into the bloodied plummeting mesh of mangled flesh that is Kuro, already unable to act or defend himself, with hardly a sliver of life to his name is made even more helpless at the hand of his comrade.
Blood spills like rain from his body, creating a crimson downpour over Shizuka.
There is no time however, to be shocked, surprised or dumbfounded at the turn of events. No time for regret. Directly behind Shizuka as Kuro falls and is concurrently struck by the spell, is the Togabito without sign or sound, as a single chain spears directly towards the teal haired shinigami. There exists little space between the chain and the Shinigami’s body, its strength, force and speed ensured that it would effortlessly puncture directly through the fool’s back and exit out of his chest. When discarding the piece of garbage that was Kuro, the Togabito had noticed his favorite insect amongst his current collection and chose that moment to take the opportunity for the two to become better acquainted.
At the same time as he is meant to be speared through, Shizuka’s face and skull find themselves soon encapsulated by an invisible force, its vice like grip crushing. No. It wasn’t just his skull, but his neck and arms as well. Already weakened in this exchange, a battle to Shizuka, a game to the Togabito, the teal haired shinigami is doubly hard pressed to defend himself. His reaction time, slower than he is used to, his strength frailer than he is accustomed to mustering in combat, his speed slower than he had ever anticipated all while being flanked on several fronts. There is little the fighting warrior could do to fight back. He was an insect, spitting into the face of a hurricane. His struggle, if it could even be called that, was laughable.
The debris being drawn towards the Hellspawn’s chain, as this ability, more a child’s parlor trick than anything, remains present, would find itself drawn towards the object of their obstruction. In this case, it is now Shizuka.

Unexpectedly, a pillar of light illuminates this hellish terraformed land. Its brilliance, blinding to any who would lay eyes on it, its beauty...lost to the Togabito, shielded by Shizuka’s body. Just as quickly and unexpectedly as the pillar appeared, so too did it vanish. It seemed another insect had crawled from out of the mud to oppose him. Well, no matter. Crushing one bug is no different from exterminating two or three more. It is an effortless act. The invisible grip on Shizuka’s arms, neck, and skull slowly tighten, and with each moment, each second that passes, the boy finds his strength further failing him, making every act waged against him even more crippling. Blood spills from his back and chest as the drenched chain slithers and coils around the man's wrists, binding them together, while constricting tighter...and tighter, just as they had done to Kuro, ensuring the effortless snapping of bones.
Escaping this fate was a fool’s gamble and a fool’s dream. The extremities meant to grasp and restrain him, imperceptible to the shinigami, as equally imperceptible as the Togabito’s movements when choosing to appear behind him. What hope did Shizuka have to save Kuro, let alone save himself?
None
The hidden insect had appeared, hoping to offer his aid, he instead exposes himself to Hell on earth, and its maker. The air cackles from the flames and hellborn heat, the sound of crumbling as debris from toppled and ruined buildings falls into the molten ground. The air in front of this mortal intruder, above, behind and potentially below becomes slightly distorted momentarily. There is a spike in the wind, a distorted breeze, perhaps a byproduct of this insect’s power, or was it something else entirely? Difficult to say for now. How now would the fragile little thing respond, with the tides of battle so quickly changed once again? Whatever decision, he had but a single moment to make it. One wrong move, as well as a single moment of indecision would surmount to his demise.
The Togabito salivates beneath his mask, his quarry’s body buffeted repeatedly by the debris continuously drawn to the chain. He had crushed their hopes, thwarted their schemes, and toppled their power at every turn. How soon would hopelessness befall them? How soon until they plummeted into despair. The Togabito couldn’t wait. For what is the flavor of fear after all? It is-
“Sublime”
The monstrous voice whispers into the ear of its teal headed prey.

 

[Shinigami]

Martin’s eyes had established the connections from what he had seen. He now was sure of one thing. Apart from the tangible chains, there had been something else around that was intangible but could interfere with the real world. He nodded, quite liking this game of hide and seek. And so, his eyes would fall upon one person. The Togabito. He didn’t know the proper term. No. He simply called that existence Chain Top. Only thing he did know was that this one moved at such a slow speed that Martin was feeling bored. It felt as if it moved even slower than an actual snail.
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Quote:Unexpectedly, a pillar of light illuminates this hellish terraformed land. Its brilliance, blinding to any who would lay eyes on it, its beauty...lost to the Togabito, shielded by Shizuka’s body. Just as quickly and unexpectedly as the pillar appeared, so too did it vanish.

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Martin’s body at the moment right after he had disappeared was now besides Shizuka’s, Boomy’s, body. Specifically Martin stood at the left side of Boomy and he was about three feet above the ground and about one and a half meters away from Boomy. Martin could see that Boomy was moving even slower. He sighed. His eyes would also follow the chain that had arrived in the vicinity and Martin proceeded to do one quick movement with his hand. What happened afterward was that the chain itself left from Shizuka’s side. That happened due to two reasons. Firstly, Martin used Vestitus-Projectilis which is a wind energy projectile that takes the same shape as what the hand’s movements are, prior to activating. Its shape is always either a boomerang-like one or a circular saw-like one. After it had been created, if it attacked the chain, the chain would not move. That is a fact. And here is where reason number two exists. A Vestitus-Clypheus, a Wind Gate, had formed at the tip of this Vestitus-Projectilis and granted it both doubled speed, as well as - and what allowed the projectile to throw the chain off - granting it the capability of becoming frictionless. This occurs from the fact that a film of wind is created around the body. The size of this film is miniscule, but its strength is absolute when it comes to friction. While the film is solidified, the wind that flows within the film makes it so that it's something really soft at the touch and the current of wind is so fast that it cleaves through any pressure exerted upon it - and is why it allows those that pass through it to become frictionless. Alas, a slash can cut through the film easily - seemingly having no protection towards getting slashed. In other words, the film grants absolute protection against any kind of friction, but will be destroyed immediately if it is slashed.
And so, the Vestitus-Projectilis has reached the chain. Due to the Vestitus-Clypheus, the projectile is now able to act as a shield and throw the chain away. Whether the projectile also throws the intangible hand away that depends on whether its angle was on the path the projectile passed through or not.
Right after the chain had been removed - maybe the hand too - a Vestitus-Clypheus would surround Boomy’s body only. That would make him frictionless, so in the case the hand was still touching him it would immediately fail to do so as Boomy’s overall speed would double.
And so, Martin would continue forth. The time it took him to finish all this was less than one tenth of a second, his speed being such that allowed him to do so.
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Quote:It seemed another insect had crawled from out of the mud to oppose him. Well, no matter. Crushing one bug is no different from exterminating two or three more. It is an effortless act.

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Martin now was right besides Chain Top. He smiled.

Well… Hello there Chain Top. How you doin’?”

Martin’s voice was heard as if heard through a fast forwarded video. It came and went quite fast - chances were that his own voice was not even recognized as a voice but more as a sound. Nonetheless, Martin was smiling.
The Vestitus-Projectilis that Martin had created right before has the ability to act like a real life boomerang. It returns to its user. And that is what it was doing right now. It had appeared at two steps behind Martin. For Martin to not get damaged by the returning projectile, he had angled his body in such a way that his own head looked at the ground and his legs looked towards the sky. The projectile would pass right below from Martin and its trajectory would bring it at the exact spot where Chain Top’s left joint of humerous was at, the result of the projectile passing through would be the removal of the whole left arm.
The projectile would immediately return once more, now its traveling path would have it pass through the right arm’s elbow joint - the humercardial joint specifically - and the result would be the removal of all that was bellow the elbow joint.
Martin was smiling. This would prove to be fun. He was unsure if the one he assisted right before would be able to assist his ally. He hoped so. Martin did not like to see the death of souls - be they these beings or normal souls. But he did not have any qualms against killing a being that should have never existed within this world.
Something that is easily seen as how Martin’s Chokuto is currently traveling through the Thyroid Cartillage of the neck and cleaving the head from the body. The speed of the blade was even faster than Martin’s a result of a Vestitus-Clypheus having formed at the ip of it, doubling the capability of the weapon itself, as well as Martin’s - as while one being cannot have more than one Vestitus-Clypheus upon them, there is a way to cheat that and stack the effects. That happens because the item itself lacked the effect and now has gained it, as well as the one that holds it - their two beings becoming a single unit. A film appears and surrounds the blade, as well as Martin’s own film of wind which makes it stronger, as the two films fuse. Currently Martin is four times faster than what he had started with.
And now, he simply watches as Chain Top’s limbs fall all over, its blood becoming a fountain.

“Was nice meeting you.”