With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Post by rivalcycle18 on Aug 19, 2009 14:59:22 GMT -5
Beck reached soon reached the top of the stairwell leading to the Squad Eleven dorms where he would be house. He took a brief moment to take in the surroundings he had found himself in. The living quarters looked a bit shabby, but then again the eleventh division wasn’t exactly known for how tidy their barracks were. It would due. The rookie began walking down the hallway, a traveling back containing what little belongings he had slung over his shoulder. Fellow squad members who had been there to witness the loud mouth punk’s acceptance into the barracks shot him dirty glances, mumbling beneath their breath. Others elbowed each other in the ribs and pointed, laughing amongst each other at the thought of a new recruit. In their eyes he was fresh meat.
Beck only smirked at the murmur being created among the other Shinigami; he was used to people not liking them. After being despised most of his life he had actually started to like it. As he continued along the hallway looking for a free room, he suddenly felt a reiatsu different from the underlings running their mouths around him. This was much stronger. Beck came to a halt, standing silently for a brief moment before speaking.
“Who’re you?” he questioned, not bothering to turn his head to acknowledge the stranger.
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2009 15:02:44 GMT -5 by rivalcycle18
Ikkaku was walking in the dorms. Kenpachi had told him about a new potentaily strong member. Ikkaku decided to search for him. He spent the whole afternoon in search and before he gave up he felt a weak amount of reiatsu. Ikkaku walked up to him.
"Who're you?" the kid said. Ikkaku sighed. It was the newbie. Only a newbie would not know Ikkaku Madarame.
"You can call me Madarame-sama, non ranking officer member," Ikkaku said frowning. Respect was something he would assume from a newbie. Ikkaku had shown respect and power to Kenpachi. This newbie was far from demonstarting power. Ikkaku let out a great amount of reiatsu. A burst of red aura wrapped itself around Ikkaku. The narrow hallway was being pushed against by the reiatsu. The walls cracked. Debree fell from the cracks. The ground shook. The aura pushed in all directions and hit the ceiling. Pieces of debree rained from the ceiling. Ikkaku still frowning raised two fingers of his right hand. The man did not even bother to acknowledge Ikkaku's presence. Ikkaky took the two fingers and raised them to chest level in front of him. Another burst of red reiatsu filled the hallway. He pointed the two fingers straight at the man. His index and middle finger seemed as hard as steel.
"Respect is a hidden trait of the 11th division. It's the reason we don't kill people without a weapon. Ikkaku pushed his fingers forward. He knocked them into the man's left pectoral on his chest. The fingers dug in his body. Ikkaku was trying to push him back. The force of the push was great. He pulled the fingers our of his chest and dropped his hand to his side. He was slightly pissed off. he would not say the next thing twice.
"Come with me, non ranking officer member," Ikkaku said turning around, not even to check if he pushed the man back. His aura disappeared. He waved his hand in a follow me gesture. He walked down the hallway. He would find the newbie a place to settle later. Kenpachi always asked Ikkaku to do stuff like that. Ikkaku raised an eyebrow turning his head around. His eyes wide.
Post by rivalcycle18 on Aug 19, 2009 16:27:32 GMT -5
"You can call me Madarame-sama, non ranking officer member.”
The lower ranking member’s lips turned upward yet again in a small smirk. Beck was not someone who liked to be told what to do. Unfortunately for Beck, respect wasn’t his strong suit. He again addressed Ikkaku without turning to face him. “Sorry, bud, I don’t really care who you are, the same thing just ain’t gonna hap—” The last of Beck’s sentence was cut off by the sudden burst of reiatsu from the man standing behind him. This got Beck’s attention, as he spun around to face Ikkaku, dropping his belongings to the ground and laying a hand on his zanpakuto as the third seat raised his fingers upward. He watched as the walls began to crack around from, debris falling near his feet from the intense reiatsu. Other squad members began to take cover in their dorms to avoid the man’s power. Ikkaku would begin his rant about respect, but Beck was hardly listening.
“Does this guy want to fight? Here of all places?”
He had little time to discern the man’s intentions as he had already struck. The manner-less young Shinigami had little time to react as he felt Ikkkaku’s fingers digging into the left side of his chest. Beck winced in pain as soon after the attack landed, he was sent skidding backwards uncontrollably. His body slammed roughly into the wall behind him, a loud thud echoing through the hallway. Squad members began to poke their head out of the doors, another murmur starting among them, impressed with Ikkaku’s power and glad they had gotten to witness the loud mouth punk get what was coming to them. Beck stepped forward; his stance slumped as he tried to regain the breath that had been knocked out of his lungs.
“I think that was a little… uncalled for…” he said through clenched teeth. Beck was used to people being pissed off at him, but this guy was pretty hardcore. However, the angry officer would not intimidate the disrespectful unseated member. He watched as Ikkaku began walking from him after ordering Beck to follow him. The young Shinigami would ignore him at first, attempting to bore a hole in the back of his shiny head with his hardened gaze.
"You coming?"
Beck finally recovered from the strike, stepping forward to follow Ikkaku. “Yeah, but not because you told me to, Madarame,” he said, attempting to salvage what was left of his damaged pride. He retrieved the bag containing his belongings and slung it over his shoulder, following his superior officer down the stairs to wherever.
Ikkaku continued to walk. He said something about not following orders. Ikkaku glanced behind him. He was carrying a bag over his shoulder. Ikkaku sighed. Just what the division needed. Another air headed fighter. The finger push was strong, and while the man was sent into a wall, he wasn't near dead. Maybe it wouldn't be a slaughter, Ikkaku thought to himself.
"Yeah, but not because you told me to, Madaram-SAMA," Ikkaku corrected him stressing the last honorific. He spat on the ground as the two walked into the 11th division barracks. People were fighting, and training. Push-ups every where you looked. Ikkaku rubbed the back of his head. His hands brushed against his smooth shaven head. The two passed a few cloth doors and exited the barracks. Ikkaku glanced back to see if he was still following him. He was, which was good. Ikkaku spat on the rocky ground. They were outside of 11th division area. The grass covered the dirt, while trees stole the sky. The sky was filled with clouds. The sun was hiding behind the giant marshmellow of a thing in the sky. The shy was dark blue. It was getting dark and the moon was peaking over the horizon. They were near the forest of the soul society. The grass waved in the cool breeze. Ikkaku turned around. His bald head stealing the moon's light. His hand clenched and squeezing his zanpakuto.
"As the third seated officer of this squad, I ask you to a friendly challenge duel," Ikkaku said pulling the sword out of it's sheath. The silver blade shined as it was being revealed.
"I remind you that my opinion counts, when it comes down to choosing a seated officer," Ikkaku said unamused. His mouth was not frowning, but far from smiling. He smashed his right foot into the ground. His foot burried itself into the ground. He lifted his left foot next. Then sent it crashing into the ground.
"Fighting is fun for me, but this will also benefit you. This is training. Take the chance. You get the first strike. You can always back away," Ikkaku said raising his eyebrow. Backing away froma fight, was something that a 11th division member was gauranteed not to do. Ikkaku took a kendo stance. His eyebrows now furrowed. His grip tightened drasticaly around the sword.
Post by rivalcycle18 on Aug 19, 2009 21:20:13 GMT -5
"Yeah, but not because you told me to, Madarame-SAMA.”
Beck gave a yawning motion with his hand, obviously having little interest in the respectful way to address Ikkaku. “Che, whatever man,” the young Shinigami said, the blatant disrespect evident in his tone. They continued down the stairs and into the barracks. Soon enough they exited the barracks and Beck found himself standing with the third seat on what looked to be a field. Beck took a deep breath as the cool breeze touched his face. He watched as the bald warrior turned to face him and gripped his sword. Beck was almost about to make a crack about the moonlight reflecting from his shaven head, but for the first time in a long time held his tongue. He figured he was already in deep enough trouble with the high-ranking officer. Beck’s eyes followed Ikkaku’s blade as it left its sheath. “So he does want a fight.”
"I remind you that my opinion counts, when it comes down to choosing a seated officer.”
The raw recruit let out a sigh. “Damn, who don’t I have to prove myself to in this division? You guys are way too hung up on this kind of stuff,” he said, the trademark smirk forming on his face to meet the annoyed look on Ikkaku’s face. He watched as Ikkaku smashed his feet into the ground and took his stance. Beck shrugged as he allowed the string on his bag slip out of his hand, letting it gently hitting the ground beneath it. He then lazily drew his zanpakuto from its sheath, his blade flashing in the moonlight as Ikkaku’s did.
“You know… I didn’t even let you know my name. How about I keep it that way?” Beck’s mouth now grew into a full out grin, his teeth flashing in the darkness. Letting his sword hang loosely from his hand at his side, the young Shinigami took a stance of his own. It looked rather sloppy; hardly any form evident in it. He began to lightly hop from foot to foot, rolling his neck as he began to move his zanpakuto in a slight circular motion. He wasn’t going to back away from this fight; he welcomed the chance to show someone what he could really do.
“First strike, huh? I’ll give you more than that… Madarame!” After yet again intentionally leaving off the honorific “sama”, Beck dashed forward, holding his sword with his right hand, his arm raised to the side slightly.
As he got close enough to Ikkaku, Beck stopped his sprint, faking slightly to the left and right with his feet, hoping to throw off the man’s timing. He then suddenly swung his sword downward diagonally in the middle of his strange shuffle. Soon after making the attack, he brought his sword backward quickly and made the motion to stab at Ikkaku. However, Beck would only this as a distraction away from his left leg, which was swinging upward in an attempted kick to Ikkaku’s ribs. After throwing the quick kick, he lunged forward, now following through fully with the same stab as earlier at Ikkaku. Beck began to become familiarized again with the feeling of battle, utilizing his awkward, stop-and-start fighting style that he hoped would catch the third seat off guard.
Ikkaku sighed when the newbie forgot to add the honorific sama. He was getting on Ikkaku's nerves. He would give him more than a first strike. That was true. He gave him three sloppy strikes. Sloppy but behind them were fierce power. Ikkaku watched as the man dashed forward. More like stumbled, but hey, at least he got to Ikkaku. His feet jumping left and right like a kangaroo. Ikkaku had no timing. He was no Tsugaru. Ikkaku didn't have strategies in fight. His attacks and defenses were last second reactions. The jumping did make him go wtf dude. His eyebrow raised and his eyes seemed bored. He closed his eyes. This idiot was making him dizzy. He opened his eyes as the man threw a slash down his shuffle. Ikkaku stood there. The slash was avoided by Ikkaku moving his chest back. The sword glanced his chest.
Suddenly the kid threw a stab. This was the problem. Ikkaku had smashed his feet into the ground for a reason. He was down a foot lower than Beck. This meant his stabs would have to be angled down. This meant he would ahve to slightly raise his blade higher to force the angle and hit his target where he wants to. This movement gave Ikkaku a split second better reaction time. Enought to avoid the strike. Ikkaku saw the leg coming at that instant. A key to kendo is to see all your opponent's attacks before they do them. The leg was obvious. However he was not aware that the stab was a fake. Ikkaku was one to commit on strikes, not pull them away. Ikkaku raised his sword in full mind to block the blow. He kept a short eye for the leg. As Beck's blade retracted the leg moved forward. Ikkaku would not be able to block the blow with his sword, for it was set on avoiding a stab not a kick. Ikkaku's left hand let go of the sword and reached for his sheath. With eye breaking speed, he pulled it out and as if it was a sword smashed it aganist his knee sideways. If you block the knee, the kick cannot extend. He put force on the sheath. The kick was strong. Suprisingly strong, in fact. It could have knocked him back. The foolish man went for another strike. Another stab, as a matter of fact. While Ikkaku's balde was gaurding the spot he faked last time he tried to strike the same spot.
"Bakabakashi," Ikkaku said blocking the blade. The knee and sheath were locked, as well as the two swords. Ikkaku grinned. At least this man had raw power. He could fight, but not the way 11th division does. They attack and attack, with no stop. They don't mind getting cut. Ikkaku pushed and was matched with a great force on Beck's side. Ikkaku didn't like the posistion so he pushed the knee and sword back and did a backflip out of the ditch he had made. His feet hit the ground and dust scattered around his feet. With no time to recover he instantly dashed forward skipping the ditch and becoming in dangerous distance of Beck.
Ikkaku was about to show him an 11th division barrage. He swung his sword in repeated sucession. An overhead, followed by a right slash, left slash, and a stab. He then repeated the rotation once more with immense power. His sword blazing with red reiatsu as it struck. Slash, slash, and salsh was all Ikkaku heard. He grinned from cheekbone to cheekbone.
"Baka, this is how you fight," Ikkaku said making fun of the unecessary movements Beck ahd done. As Ikkaku preformed each of the eight strikes his grin grew larger and larger.
Post by rivalcycle18 on Aug 20, 2009 14:13:55 GMT -5
Beck winced as his knee collided with the knee collided with Ikkaku’s sheath. The two men were locked together for a moment. Beck noticed Ikkaku’s grin as the two pushed against each other, attempting to get the advantage. The less experienced Shinigami couldn’t help but begin to smile himself; it looked like Ikkaku was beginning to enjoy himself. Beck was suddenly forced backward as the third seat member gracefully flipped away from the struggle of power. Before the rookie had much time to recover, Ikkaku was already attacking. Beck was surprised at the speed of the man, but even more surprised at his strength.
Beck was able to block the first overhead strike from Ikkaku. The two zanpakuto collided loudly and Beck felt his feet being pushed into the earth beneath him. A surge of pain ran through his arm, the vibrations of blocking such a strong strike continuing to ring through his blade. The next attack came from the right and caught Beck off guard. He moved slightly backward but the edge of Ikkaku’s blade sliced across the young Shinigami’s cheek. Beck grimaced as he felt the warmness of blood streaming down his cheek. The next slash could come from left and would be met by a much more successful reaction from Beck. The rookie was able to block the strike, however, the sheer forced caused him to skid slightly to right. Beck pushed away and readied himself for the next attack: an unexpected stab. Moving to the side, Beck was able to avoid the full force of the attack, but the edge of the high ranking officer’s caught him in his side, blood spraying from the newly formed wound.
Ikkaku would begin the second barrage of attacks. Beck would attempt to block the second overhead slash, but the forced was just too great. His sword would abruptly be forced down and Ikkaku’s attack would cut into his bare shoulder, Beck stifling the yelp of pain that had formed in his throat. The second right slash would come, and this time, Beck would block it successfully, his body being forced to the side once more, but further. Ikkaku’s strikes were becoming stronger and stronger as he swung. The young Shinigami’s ability to observe and adapt quickly allowed him to come to a conclusion: Ikkaku was repeating the same rotation. Beck moved his sword to block the expected left slash, absorbing the impact with a grimace. Shortly after blocking the attack, Beck rolled to the side to avoid the oncoming slash from Ikkaku.
“Baka, this is how you fight.”
Beck got to his feet, his panting becoming slowed as he caught his breath. He began to shake out his left leg, as it was still sore from colliding with Ikkaku’s sheath. The young Shinigami took his free hand and touched the three wounds Ikkaku had created. He winced each time he did so and bringing his blood-coated fingertips to his face, allowed a smirk to form on his face. Luckily for the young Shinigami, he had escaped the barrage without a direct hit. Ikkaku had undoubtedly wounded him, but it was nothing that would stop him from continuing the fight. Beck took the same relaxed stance as before and spoke.
“So, that’s how the 11th division fights, huh? Sounds like you’ve gotten so caught up in your squad, that you’ve forgotten how you fight, Madarame!” Beck’s smirk grew as he spoke the bold words. “Either way… this is how I fight!” The young Shinigami launched himself once again at his bald adversary.
He darted irregularly from right to left before stopping a short distance away from Ikkaku. As he stopped, Beck gripped his zanpakuto with both hands now and began to slash upward. The attack must have appeared strange, as Beck was just out of reach to be able to connect with this attack. However, Ikkaku would soon realize it was not intended to hit him at all. Beck’s blade connected with the earth below him with tremendous force. A large spray of dark, soft earth and clumps of upturned grass exploded in front of him right toward Ikkaku. Beck would react quickly after the using the underhanded attack. As the dark cascade fell before him, the young Shinigami charged toward Ikkaku. If the sudden explosion of soil and grass in his face wasn’t enough to throw off the third seat member, Beck had changed the grip on his zanpakuto to his left hand instead of the right before his attack.
The rookie’s blade slashed downward through the dark wall of earth, diagonally from left to right toward Ikkaku’s chest. The attack was followed by a quick right kick aimed for Ikkaku’s head, the momentum carrying Beck’s body around to deliver a spinning heel kick with his opposite foot intended for the same spot. The young Shinigami landed and used the continuing forward force of his body to strike diagonally once more, this time from right to left. The attacks would continue, Beck swinging his right arm toward Ikkaku’s face with an attempted strong right hook. The “newbie” then thrust his sword forward in a strong stab aimed for Ikkaku’s stomach, the final attack of the barrage being completed. Beck’s smirk grew and grew until it started to form in a grin much like Ikkaku’s, confidence growing within him with each attack.
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2009 18:05:04 GMT -5 by rivalcycle18
Ikkaku gew more confident and more pumped with every slash he hit. Three. The number of completion. He watched as the "rookie" blocked and stumbled with every blow. The newbie rolled out of the way avoiding the last slash. Ikkaku watched as the man stumbled back and then made some insult or reply to his comment. The wierd fighter started his turn of barrages. Ikkaku jumped backwards rasing his left knee. He woudl try to gain some distance. The two fighters were at a pretty far distance, for fighting, when he threw a random uppercut. So random it caught Ikkaku off gaurd. Ikkaku was not used to fighting girls. The reference to girls was due to the way he fought. Suprise, sloppy, and strange were traits that Ikkaku fealed were feminine. While Ikkaku used suprise, he prefered head on collsion.
The dirt sprayed up. It even reached his face. The black wall put the two fighters out of sight from one another. It was like fighting in pitch black. It was probably the smartest and best strike he had done in this fight to date. It was a mixture of strategy and suprise. The problem came in his next tactic. Switching weapon hands. Dammit. He was doing so good until the switch. One, it was obvious. The wall of dirt didn't cover the shoudlers. Ikkaku easily read the movement. He could spot a weapon hand change from miles away. Reason? Becasue he himself was ambidextrous and had studied the art of dual wielding. Ikkaku would bet on his next thought. This boy was not ambidextrous and knew how to proficiently fight with both hands. The word meaning that both hands are equal. Ikkaku was disgusted. Power should never be substituted. Never. Work with what you got. Suprise for power was the stupidest trade off possible. Even if it was a loss of little power. No excuse. He would regret it.
Ikkaku gripped his sheath harder. He would be using it more now that his opponent became a lefty. Since Ikkaku had two weapons, it didn't matter which hand Beck used. Ikkaku would have protection on both sides at all times. The first blow was his best chance. In fact, his only chance for a sword strike. Ikkaku tilted his body away from the blow. The attack was a suprise to an extent. Realizing the man's fighting style, he would have a high chance of slashing with his left hand. A stab would feel akward. An overhead would be obvious. A low strike would be easy to jump over. Ikkaku took a risk. Slash to the shoulders. As the sword cut the dirt, he found out he was right. Ikkaku, with his tilted body, rasied his sheath and sword and length wise blocked the blow in two spots. The sheath hit toward the top while the sword hit closer to the hilt. A clash rung. Almsot a ding sound, actually. That would be it for his sword chances. The kick was well done and well placed.
Even though Ikkaku was a hand to hand expert, he let this one slide. It was good form, but not strong enough. Ikkaku pushed the sword back and embraced the kick. The power knocked him up, stricking the chin. It lifted him above the ground. The dirt was gone. No wall seperated the two. Ikkaku used red reiatsu to weaken the blow. In mid air, Ikkaku watched as the man did a spinning heel kick. Ikkaku saw it coming. He raised his blade and slashed the back of the knee. The straightened leg was an easy target. The kick knocked him dead on the face. The foot smashing against his nose. Attacking during an attack was such an easy concept. The opponent can't block when in offense. So why not attack them then? Ikkaku brought the steal down into the back of the knee. He followed through and put his blade back in a deffensive posistion. Right to left slash with a left hand. The left hand was the problem. The strike was just too weak. Ikkaku blocked it with his sword and watched the two clash. He then took his sheath and wacked Beck on top of the head. He seemed unphased and started a right hook. A simple head movement would have dodged the blow, but that would have been no fun. As the two clashed the fist dug into his left side cheek. It sent him flying back at a high speed. The next blow confused Ikkaku. The stab. Ikkaku was flying away from the stab and yet he put it out there.
It could have stabbed the bottom of his foot, but it didn't even preform that. Ikkaku hit the floor with a loud thud. His head rebounded off the ground. He brushed his chest, as if dust was there. He stood up no problem. He looked at his lower portion and brushed off any dirt or dust of them. On his face was a few scratches. Key word was few. Possibley two on his chin and one on his cheek.
"Oh, you're going to have to do better than that. You think Kenpachi is a demon, wait till you witness me. Demon Light will consume you like a bug," Ikkaku said referring to his zanpakuto and large captain. A red burst of aura filled his body. A grin became a twisted smile. His eyes seemingly bursting red. Diffrent than blood craze, well because he wasn't bleeding. It was more of just a release of reiatsu. The red aura fluctuated with the wind. His face wickedly twisted. He still wasn't taking it seriously, but training young guns liek him would require Ikkaku to take out their hidden potential.
"Show me how bad you want to win this fight, Show me Beck," Ikkaku said for the first time reffering to the man's name. Yes, he had not introduced himself. So how did Ikkaku know his name. Easy, Kenpachi told him. Ikkaku smirked. His sword glowing red with reiatsu. The boy wasn't even releasign shikai. He would surely need it soon.
"Fight me the way you fight, but kill me," Ikkaku said emphasising the word kill. The burst fo reiatsu was byfar stronger than the one in the dorms. He had to get this boy to his potential. More importantly he needed a good fight. A crater formed on the ground around Ikkaku. Ikkaku had given the boy more than enough time to prepare for his next attack. Ikkaku took another step forward and the dirt floor crembled. As if it was scared to be stepped upon. Birds flew out of their trees, screaming.
"Here I come, show me power," Ikkaku said dashing at him at an insane speed. He raised his zanpakuto over his head using his right arm. An overhead arced at his head. The sword trailed red reiatsu and carried imense power. Far greater than anything seen in this fight. The sword slowly fell and targeted the boy's head, with enough force to split his skull into two. Shatter his skull in that matter. If this boy didn't do something damn spectacular, this fight was over.
Last Edit: Aug 21, 2009 17:51:07 GMT -5 by rivalcycle18
Post by rivalcycle18 on Aug 21, 2009 19:55:32 GMT -5
Beck winced as Ikkaku was able to land his slash cleanly on the back of his knee. The sudden surge of pain shooting through his leg wouldn’t be helped as the spinning heel kick with the same leg connected square on the nose. Beck couldn’t allow this slow down, and continued his offensive. He watched as Ikkaku was able to block his slash easily, he seemed to know something Beck didn’t. Before the young Shinigami could process what this was, he was struck with the third seat’s sheath. The blow caught him by surprised, but he quickly reacted with the right hook that sent Ikkaku sprawling backward. The rookie was beginning to breathe heavily, one of his eyes fully closed in response to tremendous pounding in his head from the sheath attack. He could feel the warm sensation of blood beginning to run down the back of his left leg. His weight had been shifted to the right, attempting to take some pressure from his injured leg. Another bleeding wound was not what the young fighter needed. He had hardly done anything to stop the bleeding from his shoulder and his side. Although Beck was resilient, the effects of losing blood were surely beginning to take their toll on him.
This was possibly the last thing on the young Shinigami’s mind. A smile began to form on his face. He was proud of himself for landing three strikes on the superior officer. In his mind, they were even at this point… until Ikkaku began to rise from the ground and dust himself off, looking as fresh as he had before taking the assault. Beck’s smile faded to a thin line. He had taken some of the rookie’s best shots and looked to only be aesthetically effected. It was no surprise, given the obvious difference in their power, but Beck was just too confident in his abilities.
Beck’s eyes widened as Ikkaku released the huge burst of reiatsu. The greenhorn had to brace himself against the power. For the first time in a while, Beck was silent. He would only listen to Ikkaku and his menacing words. The man meant business. Beck had no clever retort; the time for talk was over. Ikkaku began preparing his attack. His opponent closed his eyes.
“You feel that?” Beck asked, his words ringing through the darkness in his mind.
After a moment of silence, Yakushin replied. “Yeah, I do. He’s strong.”
“Good, then you know why I need this, so let’s not argue.”
Yakushin felt the urgency in Beck’s voice and understood. He silently agreed. After the two came to an understanding, the young Shinigami’s eyes snapped open. Ikkaku was moment away from charging.
"Here I come, show me power!”
Beck knew what Ikkaku wanted to see, and he would oblige. He switched his zanpakuto to his right hand and held it horizontally in front him him. “Devastate, Yakushin!” With those words, the sword began to glow a bright orange-red color. Ikkaku was already closing in. The glow soon overtook Beck’s whole body. Ikkaku raised his sword above him and dealt the immensely powerful killing strike. An explosion of debris surrounded the two. Had his opponent been to late in releasing his Shikai?
The dust soon subsided, Beck being dead at that moment being a real possibility. However, the cloud of debris gave way to reveal Beck’s Shikai had fully manifested on his arm. Trails of reiatsu streamed from the upraised arm of the young Shinigami, Ikkaku’s sword pressing hard against it. Beck’s feet were sunk deeply in the ground beneath him and he was visibly struggling to hold Ikkaku’s attack back. Regardless, releasing his Shikai had certaintly saved his life. The two were locked together for a brief moment. That is, until Beck actually began feel Ikkaku’s blade cutting through the thick alloy that surrounded his arm. The man could have surely cleaved straight through the rookie’s arm. Soon enough the force of the attack fully struck Beck, his body being launched backwards. He kept his footing, but his heels began to tear through the grass and dirt beneath him. He continued backward a ways until his armored hand shot down into the ground, the strength in his finger beginning to slow the speed of which he was being forced backward. Feeling this change in speed, Beck used the strength of Yakushin to change direction, using his fist to change the direction in which he was heading, spinning to the side quickly. Upon catching his footing once more, the rookie would go on the offensive.
“Shougeki no Ichiban Tama!”
Beck was sent forward at blazing speed, his feet slightly above the ground as the burst of reiatsu behind him fueled his headlong dash. He brought his fist around, swinging with its full force, attempting to strike Ikkaku with the explosive technique. Beck would quickly slam his fist into the ground after completing the attack, launching himself into the air. His body twisted around a few times until his feet came in contact with a large tree behind him. Beck bent his knees, grimacing at the pain he felt in his left leg from the wound he sustained earlier. This was no time to allow that to get to him. He launched himself from the tree, the wood splintering violently as he launched himself at Ikkaku from the air, recklessly swinging his fist in a wide arc toward his face as he came down on his opponent. Although the second attack was not as strong as his Sheru-Tama technique, the enhanced strength he was given in his right arm was a force to be reckoned with.
(OOC: Sorry that took so long... I was having trouble wording what I wanted to happen.)
Last Edit: Aug 21, 2009 19:57:42 GMT -5 by rivalcycle18
(OOC: I'm not going to involve meh-self in a who can post longer contest =P. Sorry...It took a while 'cause your big post afetr my big post intimidated meh. =P)
Ikkaku grinned as the newbie revealed his shikai. It seemed desperate. Good choice, Ikkaku thought to hismelf. The explosion gave him a burst of reaitsu. Enough to block a death blow. The blade periced his shikai. Ikkaku was set upon cutting his arm off. The debree made suspense. He recovered and Ikkaku watched as the man set out on the offensive. Ikkaku would have to prepare for this one. He placed his sheath back to his side. He flipped his sword and placed it back in it's sheath with the blade facing him. He raised his fists. He took a natural boxer posistion. His left hand a bit more forawrd and right hand farther back. His fist covering his upper body. It didn't work.
"Come on Newbie-san," Ikkaku yelled as the newbie punched him in the face, specificaly the right cheek. The fist buried itself into his face, but Ikkaku held his posistion. The punch was unliek anything he had seen for a long time. This guy was some hand to hand specialist. Ikkaku grinned. Who needs zanpakuto, use what you got. The man prepelled himself into the air. Waste of energy, he should have just kept on punching. The man spinned like a ice skating ballet dancer. The spinning dizzyed Ikkaku's eyes. He hit a tree. On purpose, on that matter. He kicked off it and launched himself like a kamikaze plane. Ikkaku turned his upper body behind him and watched as the boy flew straight at him. The mid air acrobat flew at high speeds. His punching power was great. The punch arced dead center into Ikkaku's face. Wham. A sound that echoed. Ikkaku was sent flying back. Now Ikkaku was twisting and spinning at high speeds, how ironic.
The punch sent him spinnning into a tree. His head smashed against the bark. His shoulders came next and then his back. His feet stayed in front of him. He slipped down the tree. A small line of blood trailed his head. He fell down until he was in a sitting posistion leaning on the tree. His eyes closed. Any idiot who heard of Ikkaku would know he was far from dead. Demon's feast on blood. He opened his eyes and stood up. He elbowed the tree behind him. A huge hole formed in the trunk. Then the tree seemed to shake. It slowly fell to the side, and collapsed like a building. He touched the back of his head. Blood soaked freshly on his hand. There was more blood. His right cheek was bloodied up and above his right eye was a cut that bled haphazourdly. His shoudlers ached, his body begged him to stop. Ikkaku grinned then laughed. Training, this would end in someone dead. His body fluctuated red reiatsu once more. He ripped out his sheath with his left hand, and the sword with his right hand. Ripped it out like a page in a bad book. He smashed the two together. An impact crater covered the ground.
"Extend Houzukimaru, Demon Light," Ikkaku yelled with wide open eyes and a giant grin. Bigger than his face. A wind blew around Ikkaku. When the wind subsided a man with a spear arose. He would not have that spear for long. He flipped the spear, with the point facing the ground. He slammed the spear behind him. The ground split. Blood dripped down his face and cheek. He raised his hands once more. Ikkaku was a hand to hand expert. He fought the strongest fighters in the Rukongai with his fists. He could beat shinigami without them seeing his sword. His hands boiled with something other than blood. Rage. He grabbed the spear with his left hand. A red reiatsu transfered from the spear to Ikkaku. The transfer was smooth and full of reiatsu.
"Lend me your power, Houzukimaru, from one demon to another. Enfuse my fists with demon power full of reaitsu. Strengthen my body, my soul. Allow me to kill this foe, Houzuuukimaruuu," Ikkaku said lengthening out the last word. This was the first time he tried this. Instead of using Houzkimaru to fight, he would power his power and unfuse his fists with his reiatsu and strength. His zanpakuto was obedient. His body had a red aura. A dark red aura, not like the red aura before. This red was almost black. If this guy thoguht Kenpachi was a demon, he'd seen nothing. Ikkaku's zanpakuto was named Demon Light. Ikkaku raised his fist higher.
"Hey Baka, fight me. Hand to hand. Nevermind, don't fight me kill me. I have a proposistion. You punch me until I die. I say, we have a deathmatch. We punch each other until one dies. The only rule is to punch until you die. No moving. Punch followed by punch. Blood everywhere. Come onnnn, hit me. You get the first punch. Dammit just punch," Ikkaku yelled at the boy. He was eager. He hadn't fought hand to hand for ages. Blood was on his mind, not good news for anyone.
