[BSD-RP] The Valley of Screams

[Shinigami]

How many mistakes were going to happen. The fight was not going how Jinno had imagined it. He was reacting slower than he ever has. He braced for impact but instead was met with a gust of speed from Maho's fake blow. For half a second, and i mean only half a second confusion was apparent on Jinnosuke's face. Then it hit him, literally. Maho had succeeded in faking him out by showing what he was actually capable of. His body immediately recoiled as it was laid into. He didn't have to react, because before he could manage to exhale his breath before it was knocked out of him it was as if only a few seconds had passed. Jinnosuke's back was against his Zanpakuto and everything he had just seen was an illusion of Maho's true speed.
His combo came as a half unexpected battering. Jinno as tossed around like a rag doll with each impact stopping his recoil by hitting him with another limb. This continued for what felt like an eon before his brain settled and his eyes regained focus. Never before had he been struck so hard. Each bone that Maho hit had minor fractures underlying the bone, this made him feel alive as old injuries gave him phantom reminders of every scar on his body. This awoke the devil inside jinn once more.
Jinno looked down at his body, Scuff marks and fractures ran throughout his bones, he could tell that just from moving. He had protected his head as best he could but even then he had found a minor bit of blood from Maho's left knuckle breaking his skin and dripping down his forehead. Pushing saliva and blood and a bit of tooth fragment out and spitting it onto the gorund below he would look up smiling at Maho. He hadn't ever before been hit so hard. He had a feeling it wouldn't be the hardest either. His hands were open in front of his face as it then hit him, A recoil of pain was sent through his body. Enough to make the man shout with a low growl. He tossed over as his muscles contracted due to the hit and he felt each impact twice. Twenty times huh, that's how many blows he sent in half a second. Jinnosuke's body would quickly start to adjust, the pressure of the punches tempering his body even more so, Enough to act as quickly. Standing and putting his left hand onto Ikari, his beloved Zanpakuto, he started to howl with laughter. Captain Kojima was the only person that could Do this test with Maho. Everyone else would never appreciate the fact that the harder Jinnosuke gets hit the harder he fights back. " Sorry to keep you waiting Maho. You know this old man need's a jump start. I understand now. " He has always fought with his left hand. It was a unspoken rule for the man. He had no control over his massive strength in sealed state, and would destroy so much collateral around him he was forbidden from ever using his Main hand, and Both hands as a proper fighting stance. However this was not Seireitei, not really. He was fighting as if his life was on the line. This was a misunderstanding Jinnosuke wouldn't make again.
For years now, Jinnosuke was raw ore being hammered and molded by his peers. He hadn't committed murder in almost 400 years, and he was never needed to solve major conflicts. This left his in a state of dormancy, he had been training longer than any shinigami that shared his age bracket. Yet had never sought the need to use it. Just perpetually growing stronger and stronger with very few equals. His idea of a fight now was very different from his days as the infamous Devil jinn. Those punches in Maho made something click however, something deep down that made the man snap back to those horrible times. Images of him running through Rukongai gutting the souls that lived there, meeting with shinigami and challenging them, and beating them with nothing but his bare hands. Then running through with a stolen Zanpakuto, His time in the maggot's nest. His peace, was in War. If you aren't fighting for your life proving yourself, you become stagnant you have become still water. No more, it was time for Jinnosuke to flow once more.
His right hand snapped to the handle of his massive Zanpakuto. For the first time he looked up, and actually saw Maho, with his own eyes and not some image of a training partner. He saw no comrades, only Enemies. Jinnosuke placed his second hand on his sword. Instantly the area around the two men exploded, Leaving a crater thirty feet below them, removing any material in the same radius with Jinnosuke at the core. This was a perfect blend of Reiatsu from both a Shinigami and his Zanpakuto Spirit. It took even true masters nearly their entire carrier as Shinigami to reach this level of bond. Once their pressure fully negated Maho's Jinnosuke pulled the sword up and swung it a few times. Before the last slash could finish he was gone. No dust or material components in the area to give away his direction, and now multiple sources of Reiatsu in the area to mask his attack. He wasn't going to wait for those giant arms of Maho's Zanpakuto to close in on him, they got a few yards ahead of their starting spot before he had acted.
He wasn't this kind of fighter however, Maho never would of expected this kind of attack from Jinnosuke, or his ability to reach this intensity of Reiryoku and reiatsu power. It would be now that Maho would perceive Jinnosuke to his right falling from the sky with his sword burning with intense Reiatsu. " Shoohi Suru, Ikari! " Roaring like thunder clapping, Jinno screamed out his shikai's release command. A phrase never before heard by the likes of Captain Kojima. Instantly his blade unfolded in energy, the radius of their reiryoku now tripling, then quadrupling as he descended to meet Maho's now formed Zanpakuto. His blade shedding off it's dull uncut-able exterior and revealing a massive cutting blade.

It's massive 8 feet long and crystalline sharp edge made this one of the most deadly blades in all of Seireitei, Not for it's sharpness or size, but for it's superiority. This blade foiled and soiled all other weapons, but it's secretly lay not in attacking, but being attacked. His fighting style would be completely foreign to Maho so he wouldn't expect this. Jinnosuke's attacks came just like normal except there was a hidden agenda. He was trying to get Maho to cut him! This from experience Maho would know would only make the man known as Devil Jinn fight ever harder.
If any of the arms were to blind side him, Jinnosuke would simply shift his massively long and wide blade into it's trajectory, even sacrificing his other side to make sure contact with the most damaging blow would be blocked. However, his main intent was a 8 foot long 4 foot wide quad slash upon Maho's right shoulder, right elbow, right hip and then directly down the middle of his body vertically. Each swing would give him ample room to also use the huge blade as a shield. With each strike the subsonic force of a category 5 earthquake sent shock waves into the earth below them now. Shattering the stone work even further. His skill was completely unknown in this element as no one but That lady from 4th Division has ever seen this Shikai. His two handed Zanjutsu mastery was beyond that of many masters even at Captain rank, His sword moved as if it was a rapier and not a massive cleaving great sword.

 

[Shinigami]

Maho had shown Jinno the error in his thinking. His knuckles burned with the sensation of his opponent's flesh being battered against them. His arms, light, his joints, loosened. He remained calm, almost serene. His breathing mellowed, allowing him to maintain a constant flow of spiritual pressure. The clang of Jinno's dense body colliding with his sword reverberates throughout the valley.
Then silence.
When Jinnosoke rises to his feet, the radius of his spirit energy curves around Maho's own, an iridescent flow of black and sputtering purple splitting apart when met with a transparent haze of vigor. If anything could be said of ol Jinno, it’s that he had a near stupid amount of spiritual energy. Though, it was clear that the application of his spiritual pressure could still use some work.
The Dragon allows him the opportunity to grasp his Zanpakuto. His hands wrap around its sheath firmly. Blood and teeth spew from his mouth, yet his resolve is felt. He rises before Maho, slowly to his feet and his voice, labored, speaks an utterance.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Maho. You know this old man need's a jump start. I understand now..."
His eyes never once shift, remaining on target. A subtle jade glimmer emanates from his orbs, obscured behind the shadow cast by his locs. Around him, the heat seeping from his body persists against the force of his opponent's spiritual energy. The land around them becomes ripe with unease, quivering under the weight of both oppressive forces. And then it happens...
For the first time, at least as far as Maho had ever seen, Jinnosuke Uekū places both hands on his gargantuan blade. To most this was a rather minuscule difference, even to Maho he could not fully fathom the difference. What held, was the understanding that it was new to him. Rapid simulations played through Maho’s mind, the very possibilities of such a large weapon were immediately spelled out to him.

At that moment, however minor it may have been, as the two Shinigami's eyes met, Jinno would see it. Maho's reiatsu took form, shaping itself into an apparition of a Dragon, flowing through the dust akin to a roaring flame. No, it was not that which Maho had spent centuries so desperately attempting to perfect. Instead, it was his own will manifesting around him. Slowly but surely he was awakening the power of his own soul and in response, his spiritual pressure continued to augment itself, growing hotter with each day he persists, becoming more and more like a blaze of spirit energy. The Dragon could not be deterred by anyone nor anything. Not even himself. In victory or defeat, he would rise. There was nothing to fear when one has already died, or so he thought. All the while, Maho's Zanpakuto, floating forward, absorbs the excess spirit energy from Jinno. Slowly but surely, they begin to take on a familiar black and purple hue.
Good, now he takin’ me serious...
Jinnosuke was prepared. He had rallied himself, gathered his strength and then he was on the move. He had taken to the skies, descending upon him from his two o clock. Maho had been able to track his stride, with his eye as well as his mind’s eye. The old brute had been showing new behavior, but he was telegraphed like an open book. The flow of his soul imprinted within The Dragon’s mind causing him to act. All at once, Maho and his extra limbs motioned. There was little indication of movement, from his standing position a single step is produced, prompting his body to distort.
"Shoohi Suru, Ikari! "
Barreling straight ahead, his body emerges roughly twelve feet across from his opponent, His left arm is raised, gripping his left shoulder. His body leans forward and then he is gone, his form replaced by distinct white fabric. The large haori flys onward like a stone, fanning out in all directions, creating enough of a visual obstruction to hide his true intentions. The insignia for the Ninth Division hovers just an inch or two in front of his face. There is a kind of soundlessness that follows. The very air stiffens. The sun and the stars still their orbits. The clouds come to a halt. Once more the fool as at the mercy of the Dragon.
And then a stationary step.
From below, one of the large fists coils skyward through the air. Both Maho and Jinno remain some thirty feet above the ground now. The mechanized ligament soars up, striving to collide with Jinno’s legs. If he can knock him off balance, his next series of attacks would succeed. Subsequently, Maho’s visage imprinted at Jinno’s rear, in a flicker. Once more, this delusive act was no more than a means to an end, dissembling his true intention of breaking his way through the vanguard. He cared little for what would happen to him, though he was a skilled enough warrior to compensate for the inevitable counter assault.

The second large hand, palm open, would pound downward just a moment later. Upon successfully grasping his feet, it would transport him higher up legs first, allowing the hammering palm to crash into him causing his body to ragdoll. With Jinno's lackluster sensory abilities, he would find it difficult to discern Maho's true position, as each of his limbs gave off a near-identical signature, being they're extensions of his very soul. Both large arms were just about five feet long, the base of each hosting considerable density. Their impact would be nothing to laugh at, as even blocking them would prove difficult and dangerous all things considering. Yet Jinno would press onward, this Maho knew. Whether or not he was able to defend the onyx appendages was irrelevant, in an instant, Maho's body would barrel forward once more. The force of his extended heels being more than enough force to strike the wind out of Jinno. These concealed extremities would collide with his torso from the front. He was sure Jinno would attempt to counter, though if one could not perceive the threat they would be hard-pressed to stop it.

Failure meant being thrust toward the ground in an uncontrollable tailspin. Had he failed for a second time, the previous wounds would have been exacerbated. With a raucous ripple of sound, Jinnosuke would plummet toward the stone below, with Maho in pursuit. The other three hands, having approached from Maho's rear skyrocketed some dozen or so feet above the cascading shinigami, prepared to take hold of their quarry on command. These smaller hands were prepared to act from the beginning and would not necessarily wait for Jinno to be struck first. If need be, they would move into a position to provide a defense. His primary intention, however, was an offensive. The Dragon seldom struck once, most of his damage if any would come in pairs.

This outcome, being the most unfavorable would occur only if Jinnosuke was unable to keep track of his superior. Maho hadn't the knowledge of the man's large Zanpakuto, this was true. What he did know where the man's limitations. He was not testing him on his ability to swing his sword swiftly, nor was he testing his ability to brawl it out until the end. He was testing his very soul. When a heavy object pushes one against an unmovable wall. When there is no other option but to fail, to be crushed under the weight of duty, could he continue? Could he be more than just a meat bag with stupendous physical strength? Would his age and experience see him through? The amalgamation of these little tricks would soon give the Dragon his answer. Maho was among the fleetest of Shinigami, able to keep pace with the likes of Yu and Kyomu respectively both on a tier of their own when it came to the use of Shunpo. He had managed to close the gap just as the Shikai had become active, more than powerful enough to power through his opponent's explosive energy without hindrance. The fastest was his large pair of black arms, which had to arrive first. He appeared several feet in front of Jinno a micro-moment later. With his Haori as a cover, he thrust it forward to cover up his next strike. A step is produced, as Maho appears to materialize at Jinnos rear, prepared to strike. Timed to occur in much the same instance, a heavyweight would slam into his chest, should he defend improperly, sending him hurdling through the air in the direction he had come. Nothing good would come of taking a hit here. He would find it as devastating as the last combo. Had he the will to learn from his mistakes? He would have to focus and be specific or risk his body being brutalized.

 

[Shinigami]

Maho and his tricks, As the man came down his slash was met by white, this didn't affect Jinnosuke at all. Now that he was set on killing Maho he traced his location with an experts mind. Feeling the ping of his true reiatsu He wouldn't give away this though, Jinno continued to play into Maho's own attack. For Jinnosuke knew one thing for sure that Maho wouldn't be able to avoid. He simply followed through with his attack easily brushing the white coat out of his way with the pressure he emitted. It shifted and fluttered between the two awesome currents until it was lost in the dust and waves of heat.
Maho had planned for this all along Jinnosuke immediately recalled his first attack, he was confident in Jinno's moves. So much so he had fallen upon a short coming most oft ignore. By this he wasn't fighting the same man. He was fighting an avatar of combat, one who finally got he was not allowed to play in this. The ones watching didn't want to see how long he could last in a fight, they wanted to see how fast he could end it. So Jinnosuke simply closed his eyes. Upon doing so his mental body was found in a waking sea of clay faces in an eclipsed world. The knight of skulls known as Ikari simply awaited him with it's bony hand outstretched. Jinno would clasp it in hand and then from the outer world. A huge light embodied the shinigami.
Although this wasn't the way he wanted to do things. He knew this single move would end the fight in a cataclysm of power. No one had yet witnessed this ability except one man and one woman. They were sworn to keep it to them self and restrain Jinno if he ever wished to use it. Not for the safety of other, but from the safety of himself. Maho's attack would accidentally allow himself to use this specific form he would then start to spin his sword around into a massive arc. Just then one of the giant fists started to collapse upon Jinno as he felt another one rising for his feet. He would appear to ignore them, and once he would be in range to be hit by them a blinding black and purple light source emitted from the blade. The sound of steel on steel would be heard echoing though out the valley along with the screams of Jinnosuke and the squelching of hot metal and blood. The massive metal fists Maho used to send a massive assault onto him seemingly all make contact. Each one crushing into the man as he screamed bloody hell. It would almost bee uncomfortable to listen too.
Upon closer inspection, Maho would note that he felt his weapon make contact. The seismic shock waves from their contact rippled the ground into a minor earthquake shattering stones and sending sparks firing into the air. What happened inside that mans guard? Did he block the attack? Did he think he could take it? As the weight and force crushed against Jinnosuke and his unknown new form it would quickly absorb the impact of the firsts physical blunt trauma and then any Reiatsu in the attack as well. Maho would instantly notice his Reiryoku field being weakened as the heat started to diminish. This too was also being taken in by Jinno and his secret new form.
Once the dust was settled, Maho would no doubt be taken y surprise. His attack unphasing and unwavering anything in the area of attack. The hand meant to grab Jinnosuke's feet would be at the moment unable to pull back or move. As it found itself under the sheer massive weight of jinnosuke's new form. His other hands would find them-self pressed against an unwavering structure now. Hollow and tinged with the sound of metal as the smoke form the impact drifted away. Jinnosuke's cold voice could be heard reverberating from deep inside some new move.
" Musaboru Ikari ..."
" Ban...Kai! "
"From the start i was joking with you Captain. "
With the nearly cosmic destroying power of Maho's fists absorbed into the new Bankai. His new form glowered with an uneasy purple visor. It didn't matter where Maho was, For everything in the immediate area was now in danger. Unless Maho left the Valley of screams, he would be in range of the next attack. As long as his energy was apart of this Bankai. For the first time the smoke would finally settle below Maho's struggling hands and his new armored form. If Captain Kojima was to steel a glance before it capsized inward he would see a Nautalis of destructive might. Four arms with layered and intimidating Bankai steel wrapping around his massive form. Satin white yet torn cloth flails in the aggressive wind they emit from the force of their sheer power. If one as to stare into the light the helmet emitted it would start to hurt their eyes. As they look into the core of a monstrous furnace holding raw energy.

Mentally Jinnosuke knew the limit's of this form, But Maho had no idea. So Jinnosuke would focus all of the force into one single attack. Setup to be purposely hit by Maho and expected to show of his shikai. Jinno went straight to the end game. He had been holding back for so long he almost didn't know how to go for the kill any more. His new giant steel body would movingly start to shine with intense and volatile light. Upon reaching it's peek of immolation around the surroundings Jinnosuke would scream from inside. A duet of vocal strain and the sheering of energy being let loose from it's metallic casing. Sound would hold it's breath as a sudden neon purple flash flickered over everything in a 50 mile radius of Jinnosuke. The pressure was intensified by a hundred as even gravity seemed to thicken and pull towards his center of mass.
Then as if everything suddenly caught up, the first noise on the ear drums would be the vibrations of explosion. Not many, but a single singularity with Jinnosuke's Bankai at the center. This would pull push and distort Maho as he would more than likely be unexpectedly caught in the Explosion. The energy he absorbed in the single attack, along with rapidly depleting his own resources would result in even this impromptu half barely charged attack would disintegrate any mundane material made out of Reshi. The only things left in the fifty miles would be Maho and his Zanpakuto. As a canyon would be left in the after math of the explosion, but yet no rock or dust was left behind. A void of darkness that after a few seconds of purgatory would slowly start to automatically rebuild itself. The explosion was nearly two seconds after the Punches made contact with Jinnosuke giving almost no window to figure out his Bankai was this type of attacking variant. After the massive flash of explosion The armor could be seen trickling blood out of the layered links. With the small noise of a man groaning in pain echoing around the metal shell. This but a minor taste of the destructive power of his Bankai. However he needed to end this fight with a single absolute. This is what his Bankai was for, its erasing power.
If Maho took the brunt of the explosion or found a way to protect himself he would only have minor searing and burns, with parts of his outfit being immolated. If he took the massive flash head on, His body would be battered and burned with intense wounds. as if he was slammed with an explosive sledge hammer with his back to an anvil. His Captain's coat unless holding special properties would be incinerated as well. Unwavering Jinnosuke hovered in the air until the ground reformed underneath him. Even then this titan of destruction would not move. On the off chance Maho was able to prevent the explosion then he would still be met with an unwavering and unmovable Jinnosuke.

 

[Shinigami]

Clang, the sound of steel echoes. Maho can feel it, both his arms make contact. Though he cannot see himself, His senses tell him that Jinno is still there. The pained screams seep into his ear. "Is he fatally harmed? Should I call it here?
For a moment, nothing is heard but these pained cries. Around them, and thirty feet below the ground craters and breaks apart even more. Large slabs of stone rise uncontrollably throughout the are and shatter into countless shards of stone. Chaos befalls the Valley of Screams. Then came this almost annoying cycle of absorption. Both their Zanpakuto seemed to share a similar ability, the more power Maho took, part of it he lost. So Jinno wasn’t dead? His captain's cloak had been used as a buffer, allowing him to launch his feet forward undisturbed. His dropkick was met with the same sensation. A solid object caught the brunt of it, a loud clang commences followed by this peculiar cycle of lost and reabsorbed spiritual power. This his Zanpakuto’s ability?
Had they been on the ground, Maho may very well have lost the use of one of his arms, however, he had met his opponent halfway, a good thirty feet up. When he finally saw it, the gargantuan armored form of his fellow, his eyes widened. Its size alone was shocking. A part of him also thought it was cool as shit, though, he could not bring himself to show that particular emotion at this time. This was a test Afterall. Jinno began to speak, though Maho sensing the growing spiritual energy would not wait for him to finish.
" Musaboru Ikari ..."
" Ban...Kai! "
"From the start, I was joking with you, Captain. "

The arm that had crashed down from above immediately melded with the trio that had flown in from Behind Maho. This process was rather instantaneous, each one gooped and mushed together to form a black blob that then took on the shape of a large hand. The spike in spiritual pressure was concerning, even a lower level Shinigami could sense the danger. Jinnosuke was strong, this was certain. Had he any more depth to him he may have been a force far beyond what Maho could be. However, he was a relatively obvious man. The intense burning within the armor grew more and more prominent in response to the growth in both spiritual power and pressure. Maho’s own would hold up, though much had been taken from him, though thanks to his ability, he had managed to draw back enough to stay in contention with the force of his opponent. Using his legs, he would backflip away from Jinno. From above, a single large hand, twice the size that the other two had been separate would come chopping down between them both.

And then an eruption took place. The focal point being Jinnosuke’s gargantuan armor. It released outward, three hundred and sixty degrees around his person. The energy was monumental when it made contact with the ground it carved away at it. The very air grew hot and unsavory. Had he prepared it for any real amount of time, The Dragon may very well have died. However, Its sudden use made it less effective overall, though It would be enough to force Maho into a defensive state. When the energy met the surface of his enlarged palm, it held up.

Waves of destruction carved around the palms bounds, everything not behind it was destroyed. His captain's jacket was eviscerated in an instant. For a large cluster of seconds, he resisted the blast, his fist fighting to maintain his position. He had placed his left shoulder against the palm to brace, integrating it back into control with the black that encased his arm. The front portion, subject to the full force of the explosion began to chip away moment by moment, though recycling what was damaged with what wasn’t was an easy task. Defending against this was a much more difficult task than it looked. He had to actively fight the force of the blast whilst also drawing himself away from the enhanced gravitational effect. To mitigate this, he fought against the blast just a fraction less than he fought against the increased force of gravity. This would allow him an easier time back-peddling, requiring left effort to maintain his positioning.
Large volumes of spiritual power poured into Maho’s Zanpakuto, and subsequently his own body. He began to radiate with the same color of energy as his opponent taking on his same destructive capabilities. When it was all said and done, fifty miles of land was erased from existence. A grand display, though careless. He praised Jinno for having done what he felt he needed to do. Had he fought Maho normally, on his terms he may have lost his life? Maho was a combat expert, a prodigy in the art of Hand to Hand. What he may have lacked for in intelligence to others, he made up for in tenacity and skill. Jinno had to have realized this. His reckless display was proof. A captain must be ready to do what needs to be done after all. Maybe he did have what it took to be a captain.
After the energy subsided, Maho found that he had been pushed back about twenty or thirty feet away. Steam and heat radiated off his Zanpakuto, its front end molten and hot from taking in the blast directly. Despite this is glowed ominously. Maho could have counter-attacked now. He had taken in more than enough energy to nearly mimic what had just been enacted. However, he had seen enough. He knew full well that with strong enough Zanpakuto the self-harm they could enact was dangerous. There was nothing more he needed to know.
Slowly the large hands' shape became minuscule, it oozed and seemed itself back into a single gauntlet. Maho took a deep breath, his torso exposed and his hair messy. He was sweating, though he had managed to protect himself from the brunt of Jinno’s Bankai. Still…such a move could be dangerous. How it covered such a wide distance in such a short amount of time. It took him a few moments to center himself and register what had just happened. ”That clown is strong. But he still has something to learn.
His arm raised into the air and having thought to himself for a moment he called out.
”...That’s enough... Jinno. I’ve seen what I needed too. Seal your armor so we can head home.”
He dusted himself off. And lowered himself to the ground. He had remained relatively unscathed minus a bit of discomfort. He knew he would hear it later about allowing his jacket to be destroyed. He figured he would get it replaced after going to discuss the matters of this exam. He needed to get it out the way before he forgot something while it was fresh in his mind. He began to walk back the way he came, trails of energy leaving his passively as he marched.

 

[Shinigami]

Sizzling, the smell of molten and scorched metal fill they air as the after math calms down. The Valley of screams nearly completely repaired from his attack. He had never used Bankai, and never knew it would be so destructive. The armor hadn't moved a single centimeter. He had only talked theory with his spirit. The fact that he suddenly used it was a surprise even to himself. He had never wielded a sword so heavy. The full body suit had nearly turned his body into jelly. The sizzling dying down, would be replaced with steam. It was only then that Jinnosuke realized that it was his blood boiling off the armor that had leaked out. Metal pins were injected into any bone that broke to keep it locked in place. Through a now cooled and unlit eye slot in the helm. Jinnosuke saw his opponent.
Yards away, and with the skid marks to show he had, even with the minor amount of energy absorbed into it. Shoved Maho back an acceptable distance. Everything in between this was a blank spot on his brain. Vision becoming shaky he heard Maho's word's through hollow metal plates and would simply ask Ikari to seal itself again. Upon doing so the armor split and turned into a neon purple light before coalescing back into the all too familiar giant blunt hunk of metal. It formed in front of him and with perfect timing. He had collapsed the second the armor vanished. The sword angling and holding against his body wait. Jinnosuke looked like absolute shit. Like a over boiled ramen noodle, covered in lacerations with bits of bone jutting through at places. Sever bruising would also already be forming around his chest, ribs, and shoulders.
His eyes blank and white he was no longer a conscious man. Even his skin was a beat red nearly purple from the amount of blood that rushed through his body. The blade giving out from the mans size and unbalanced state tipped over allowing him to fold onto the ground. There steam rose off his body as small huffs of breath choked out of his chest. He would need to be escorted to the 4th Division immediately.