The bull within (Open)

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Gillroy stepped out of the garganta. His eyes focused on a small dojo. His feet brushed the wet grass as he made his way slowly to the dojo. The sun was hiding behind the dark clouds. Clouds roamed the sky and trees hanged over the path to the dojo. Gillroy burshed his gloved hand over his hollow hole. He grabbed a branch of a tree. In an instant the branch burst into flames. Gillroy's eyes narrowed and the ashes fell like rain onto the ground. It had been a while since he lost to the 11th division captain. He was set on finding a new opponent. The time he spent recovering was long and tiresome. He was covered in bandages and had a gap in his left abs that was always bursting blood haphazourdly. Gillroy ran his right hand down his left abs. Good as new.

He pushed the doors open quite roughly. It was empty. He had not been in a fight in ages, and felt this was the place to be if you wanted a fight on short notice. He made his way to the other end. Turning his body, he noticed the size of the dojo was larger than he expected. Gillroy stood waiting for a strong opponent to burst through the doors. His mind set on blood, and vengence. He was ready to experience a great fight.

[red]"You shouldn't be wasting your time here,"[/red] El Toro, his zanpakuto told him. Gillroy made a shush gesture with his hands. He felt a pressure of reiastu make it's way to the dojo.

[ogihci]

Jericho burst threw the dojo door having sensed a strong spiritual pressure. Seeing the form of a strong opponent in front of him he relished the chance to fight someone stronger than himself and he spoke.

"I am Jericho and I would like to be your opponent."

As he says this he enters a offensive stance.

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Gillroy stood up, his eyes focused on the foe. Gillroy's eyes studied the arrancar closely. He literally burst through the doors. His cocky attitude made Gillroy have doubts. Would this man be a good opponent, a good fighter. Gillroy took a few steps forward. His feet brushing against the dojo floor. Gillroy passively raised the temperature in the room. Not by much, about 15 degrees celcious. Gillroy took his fingers and brushed them through his grey silky hair. A strand of grey hair floated to the ground. Gillroy felt his red foreign markings on his chest burn.

"I am Jericho and I would like to be your opponent." Gillroy sighed. Yes, he had realized that when he barged through the door. Heavy belts weighed Gillroy down. And yet he was still one of the fastest arrancar. His jeacket swayed when a warm breeze flew past him. His hollow hole was not visible. It was covered by his jacket. His hollow remaints lied under his left glove. He was not about to take his glove off, yet.

The man took a stance. Gillroy sighed once again. He was so eager to die. Did the man not know who Gillroy was? He would surely by the end of this fight. Gillroy grabbed his sword with his right hand. His muscles wrapped around the grip. As he pulled the sword, he stepped forward. He was just walking toward the arrancar. No speed, no suprises. The man had an offensive stance and surely would be able to blcok his first blow, right? Gillroy stepped into fighting distance. He took his sword and raised it above his sword. Then dropped it straight down aimed for the man's left shoulder. It was powerful, but a mere test of his opponents skill. Gillroy watched to see what his foe would do.

(OOC: Gillroy does not know Jericho yet, after the fight will Gillroy ask him to be part of his fraccion and it will be official)

[ogihci]

Jericho unsheathed his sword and blocked his opponents first attack and when he does he feels the power behind it a little shaken by the power but excited non the less.

"This is going to be fun." he states.

He speeds behind his opponent and attempts to slash his back leg and then goes for his back he then jumps a safe distance away.

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Gillroy watched as the arrancar blocked his blow. Decently, at that point. Gillroy's eyes narrowed. The man was going to move, soon. He could not win the power game. Gillroy studied his body movement. Everyone had habits, self concious or not. It helped that Gillroy noticed these habits.

"This is going to be fun." the arrancar stated.

"Ehhh...?" Gillroy looked at him confused. Fun, oh no. This was deadly. Risky. The man appeared behind Gillroy. Decently fast, but again decent. A slash at the back leg.

"Really?" Gillroy said as he sighed. A blow that was nothing of damage. The man cut his leg. A small cut arose and blood seeped out. He jumped away. A wierd fighting style indeed, but a fighting style at that matter.

"Com'on, I know you can do better than that. Kill me, I am the decima," Gillroy said taking off his right glove. A hollow hand with the number ten was revealed. He wrapped his hands around his belts. Unbuckling them, he sighed wondering if the foe was worth it. Twelve hundred pounds of wieght fell to the ground as Gillroy dropped the belts. It was for training of course. If he was always at full power so early it would be no fun.

"Cero," Gillroy yelled as an orange ball engulfed his palm. He thrusted the palm forward and an ornage beam shot out directed at the arrancar. It's power was not to be taken lightly. Gillroy felt the power surge into the cero.

(OOC: The writting should be in past tense, and a little more writting per post, would always be highly encouraged. You don't have to match me in length, just give the guy your rping with, something to work off of. Just try'n to help you out =D )

[ogihci]

Jericho saw the 10 and thought wow this is going to be interesting. Then he saw the man drop some weights that by the sound of the bang he knew they were heavy and the thought raced through his mind that this espada was going to be fast.

"Cero," he didn't even see the cero charge and was just lucky enough to barely dodge the attack the cero had grazed his shoulder and caused it to bleed. He didn't flinch at the pain in fact he had kinda seen it comeing.

Jericho speeds behind Gillroy. "Devil's barrage," he yells as he as he grabs on to him and flips him around then punches him in the stomach followed by a kick to the chin to send him sky rocketing then he slashed him with his zanpakuto lighting him on fire with his reistu.

Jericho jumped back and prepared this time for his opponents attack using devil's gaze to aid him.

(OCC: srry about the past tense thing im still a beginner and i understand about the fraccion thing and will heed ur word on it.)

[dragonz7]

Gillroy watched the reaction of Jericho has he showed him the ten. He seemed interested. A Gillroy would have respected was fear and nerviousness. Whether this man was a fool or a brave warrior was beyond Gillroy to figure out. Gillroy watched the cero burst. The blood bursting out of the boy's shoulder seemed to not enthusiate Gillroy. His mind was set on death. There would be more blood by the end. Gillroy sighed.

"Devil's barrage," Gillroy watched the boy walk behind him. Walk. Gillroy was one of the fastest espada, it was key to his fighting style. In reaction to that he had great sense of others speed. What seemed fast to one person was slow to another. It was a natural idea. Gillroy turned around. The boy grabbed Gillroy. Touching was not a comfortable thing for Gillroy. He needs his distance. The boy threw him, partly because Gillroy was lazing to cero off his face. In mid air Gillroy felt a light sensation. Punches. This boy had the prime chance to blow Gillroy up and he was using hand to hand.

The punches landed and Gillroy got a bit sick of this barrage. He grabbed the kick before it could snap out and hit his chin. His sword moved in an arc motion and hit Gillroy. A burst of flames erupted on Gillroy. Gillroy pushed off the boy's leg and landed on his feet.

The problem was he was bloody on fire.

The solution was simple. Ignore it. Gillroy didn't feel the fire, nor get burned, or in that matter even have his hair burn. Gillroy was a fire manipulator. Partly because he was unique in the fact he couldn't feel fire. No pain, no burnning. The fire arose on his as if he was the devil. Gillroy raised his hand and the flames blew away. Instantly gone.

"Incinerar, El Toro," Gillroy said as flames burst out of his hands straight at Jericho. The fire would hopefuly engulf the foe. The devil. Haha. Gillroy did not fear the devil. Gillroy was perfection in flesh form. Perfection does not die.

[ogihci]

"Incinerar, El Toro," he heard Gillroy say but, Jericho was ready for it with his devils gaze at his desposle he was able to look into Gillroys reistu and predicted an attack. Jericho dodged this attack with ease but then a thought went through his mind had Gillroy released his zanpakuto if he had Jericho knew he had to make a snap decision.

Diablo was screaming for him to use it. He had made his decision.
"Slaughter, Diablo," He yelled out releasing his own Zanpakuto. A black flame engulfed Jericho forming into his black devil like ressurrecion. He felt powerful and still the voice ran through his mind. "Power need more Power," he had heard the voice many times before so it didn't bother him.

He prepared himself for what came from the Flames.

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Gillroy watched the man go resereccion. It gave Gillroy chills. The good fierce chills, not the skimpy, wimpy ones. The flames were dodged. Well done. Apparently he couldn't take them head on, but no wories. The devil like man stood tall.

"Slaughter, Diablo," How fitting the devil.

"I am Hell, and you are the Devil, how fitting," Gillroy said taking one step forward. Gillroy was unintimidated. The arrancar would have to fufil that role. Gillroy took out his staff. He unbuckled it slowly and carefuly. His eyes burning more than hell. Gillroy was looking at the Diablo. The man who produced dark flames. The man of untold power.

"Come on, hit me with those dark flames. We'll see who's fire burns in the end," Gillroy shouted echoing in the dojo.

"I will send you back to hell, actually I will bring hell here," Gillroy shouted another loud voice that echoed.

(OOC: Gillroy will go resereccion after your next attack)

[ogihci]

"I am Hell, and you are the Devil, how fitting," Jericho heard the espada say. He loved it the being sitting in front of him was hell and he was the devil. A chill went up his spine it wasn't fear it was excitement.

"Come on, hit me with those dark flames. We'll see who's fire burns in the end," Jericho heard the espada continue he couldn't stand the excitement the fires of hell vs the fires of the devil it was a perfect match.

"I will send you back to hell, actually I will bring hell here," Jericho heard the espada talk again it was great he could feel Gillroy's reiastu grow.

"Fine with me fires from hell. Let me show you BLACK FIRE BOMBARDMENT." Jericho smiled as he said this. He preceded to fly into the air and using his wings he inleashed his reiastu which looked like his featherss shooting out in a bombardment of 6 black fires in an area of 50 square feet. he unleashed this attack 3 times before stopping to wait for Gillroy's response.

(OOC: Loved how you wrote that last paragraph got a little drawn in to the fight.)