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.
Era Memory stood in the middle of the large city. Large, yet empty, barren... void of life, save for the most poor and the last few stubborn settlers who refuses to give up on their way fo life around this cracked earth. The place was one of metal, steel and iron melded into the ground; yet the factories were emptied, all goods worth value of any sort long plundered. Too many empty seats and empty rooms invited empty heart to the place of desolation.
And of course, empty souls thrived here, in one place that so little people lay.
There weren't many- only a couple- but they had already grown old , fat and strong from feeding on stragglers, death and other broken souls. The empty city was practically thriving with it. To top it all it was a place large enough to hide in and yet depopulated enough for Death Reapers to turn an eye; the few people who lived here wouldn't mind if another went missing. Such were the conditions for monsters to grow.
He sat on a long-rusted car, fixed with so many summons it practically covered the entire front of the windshield. Of course, all windows were busted and anything of value had been stripped away in the car; even its steering wheel and the seats. Ironic.
Era looked up and sighed. It was only early eleven; still some time to go before noon. The day was long, but he was already growing weary of waiting for this particular Hollow that had been terrorizing this area. Perhaps if he searched another place? ...No. He'll strike when he strikes. Era reminded himself that the kanji for 'tolerance' was a 'heart of blades' and if that was what he pursued, he'd have to tolerate at least this much. ...It was getting pretty lonely, though. The young ex-Shinigami waited, waited for any flare in the reiatsu he could pounce on and track his prey...
And the day passed by, a rolling ball of fire in the sky, dust on the ground unmoving, and a boy lazing on the same pathetic excuse of what might have once been a car. Just another boring day...
Last Edit: Aug 28, 2009 8:57:44 GMT -5 by eramemory
Kenji was perhaps a little nervous. He had tried not to show it; especially in front of his superiors when they had told him his first assignment had come up. Fresh out of the spirit academy this would be his trial by fire and also the first time he had been to earth since he had passed on himself, a little over 80 years ago. Still, Kenji had steeled himself for the trip through heavens gates and had gripped the hilt of his Zanpakutou firmly as he made the journey to earth. He had expected a heavily populated area, a city where he would do a standard patrol and dispatch a hollow maybe; help a soul pass on even. He wanted to do what he had been trained to do, liberate tortured souls and save them before consumption could take their chain of fate, halting them from joining the ranks of hollows. Yet when he had stepped through the gate he had found himself in grim abandoned surroundings devoid of any life at all. He had wondered through gloomy abandoned streets with no sign of either hollow or spirits in need of liberation. It was about as far from the heavy combat he had been expecting as you could get.
The sun was getting high in the sky, the golden orb marching slowly and relentlessly through the blue and Kenji took a moment to enjoy the warmth on his face. The city was seemingly vacant bordering on the creepy and the weather being a little on the pleasant side did nothing but underline the cities desertedness in strong contrast. Sighing Kenji lit a cigarette and took a large drag, watching as the smoke curled in the wind and drifted off into the vast blue. Life as a Shinigami was not what he had expected in truth. People he had known in Rukongai now hated and feared what he had become, his existence had become one of rules and regulations and so far he had not been useful to soul society in the slightest. Flicking the glowing half finished bud away into the gutter Kenji adjusted his shihakushou, gripped the hilt of his Zanpakutou and continued his patrol.
A soft wind pulled gently at his garments and ruffled his hair as Kenji decided to try something new to find either quarry or spirit in need. Halting a quick burst of shunpo on the roof of an empty warehouse he concentrated on the spirit threads looking for any signs of reiatsu. His world shrunk as he felt with his mind for the delicate signs of spirit energy and for a moment there was nothing except him self; then he felt it. There was one, no, three anomalies pulling at the edge of his awareness, insistent and definitely not just his imagination. “Hollows?” Kenji whispered to himself as his hand unconsciously gripped the pitted rusting sheath at his side that sealed his blade.
Perhaps his first patrol wouldn’t be uneventful after all. Flash stepping across the rooftops in the direction of a couple of run down factories Kenji resettled the shades on the bridge of his nose. The chance for battle and glory maybe lay ahead; the chance to prove to himself that the years spent training in the spirit academy were not for nought. He heard the scream of hollow sign before he saw them, three white skulled monstrosities with pale yellow glowing dead eyes turned to meet his own. For the first time in his life Kenji unsheathed his blade in battle that was not just practice against foes he had been shaped to kill. This was just, this was honourable; He felt righteous.
Era's eyes snapped open, alert and red as a werewolf's on a cold moon. He leapt to his feet immediately, and with a shuffle of his feet, disappeared into the distance with shunpo, closing in on the reiatsu signals without hesistation.
As the young boy closed in, he found that someone had already beaten him to his prey. Ah well. At least he'd only have to work half as hard.
The quarry-stealer was another youth as well; and by the looks of it, a newbie ready to earn a name for himself, judging from that flushed, excited look on his face, just tinged with slight fear, sleek, newly washed black robes and the too-polished zanpakutou that flashed readily in the sun. Era smiled; that had been him a long time ago. Still... it was best to intervene now.
Without warning the dark-haired boy cut in line, pressing a hand to his new competitor's chest to keep him back while glancing at the Hollows out of the corner of his eye with a smile on his face, both friendly and dangerous at the same time. He did come dressed in only plain T-shirts and shorts, though, so it may take some points of the danger factor a bit.
"Hey, hey, wait, wait, brother. Might wanta keep back for a while." He said casually to the Shinigami, still not looking straight at either Shinigami or Hollow. "This here a strange kind. Three of a kind, to be precise. Good things come in packets of threes...but don't get too caught up in appearances."
Indeed, teh Hollows soon gave a roar, then suddenly lurched, falling back as though hit physically by some invisible force, twisting their body together at a single point of concentration before forming into a single three-headed, serpentine Hollow, all six eyes peering out of their empty skull eye sockets hungrily. It was massive; almost as big as a Menos, and had as they had fused, it seemed their reiatsu had amplified threefold than all three of them combined before too.
Hoping that the sign that the novice Shinigami hadn't already attacked him meant he could try explaining things now, Era continued. "See here, I've been chasing this slippery baby for days. Might wanna take a step a-back before it comes to close. Got hella foul breath, you know. Speaking of all things foul, what cher doing here...? Shinigami from the rising sun in the wild wild west?" Era jested, finally throwing his head back for once. He didn't seem in a hurry to take on the Hollow right then and there yet, and neither did he seem to have qualms about dissing a guy who hailed from the Gotei 13, albeit indirectly...
Last Edit: Aug 28, 2009 9:15:39 GMT -5 by eramemory
Kenji paused in mid flash step stopping in the shadow of the now humongous Hollow, caught in its shadowed outline and dwarfed into insignificance. The thing was colossal and he could feel the waves of reiatsu emanating from it as a distracting heavy weight against his shoulders. The beast reminded him of a Hydra of Greek legend that he had learned about as a child. Serpentine and elegant, coiled with power and ferocious; this creature was something born from the twisted nightmares of men made flesh. Kenji smiled bitterly to himself looking up at the monster with thin focused eyes behind his tinted glasses. Had he been rash charging in blindly? Perhaps, did he regret it though? Not at all. This was what he had trained for, his raison d’être, to face the enemies of soul society no matter where or what they me be. He was the shield of humankind, the tip of the sword which protected something far greater than himself; and he had a job to do.
Gripping the suede which rapped the handle of his sword hard and feeling the half guard press against the top of his forefinger Kenji assumed a ready stance. It was then he first acknowledged the newcomer and the hand at his chest. He was a pale youth with a shock of messy hair, his outfit plain and excessively casual and tellingly, no shihakushou. He was not a Shinigami then. He was brash and arrogant given his tone, unfamiliar and at a glance Kenji could tell was far more powerful than himself. Still his attitude wasn’t exactly unfriendly but Kenji was still wary at his presence.
“I go were I’m told too, I go wherever these things are. I have no idea who you are boy but if you’re not going to help me fight this thing step aside.” The hand against his chest had irked him, not because of its offhanded control but because Kenji simply hadn’t even seen the boy coming. It spoke of a higher power level by an authority Kenji didn’t recognise. “Though looking at the thing...” The Hydra screeched out its fury into the sky and turned deathly pale eyes down at the two in front of it. “I’m probably going to need the help. You may have been hunting this thing but this is my job, I’m not going to just sit on the sidelines while you hog the glory.”
With a blast that would have blown Kenji in half the Hydra creature flared out its rage as it released a charged and focused force from its middle maw. It was a blast which Kenji himself narrowly avoided as the bottom of his shihakushou now singed and frayed attested too. Crouching after the hasty shunpo step and looking up at the beast eyes wide Kenji changed his tone a little. He shouted over to the other combatant “Alright new plan, I’ll take the head on the right you can have the other two? Seems fair to me. Just don’t stab me in the back when this is over okay? I don’t know who you are but I’ve got a feeling you’re a little above my pay grade so to speak.”
Kenji wanted to maybe survive his first mission and hollow encounter; he also maybe wanted the other combatant to be friendly because he obviously couldn’t take him in a fight. He could sense his reiatsu just as much as he could the hollows. He wondered offhandedly whether he was breaking some of soul society’s rules by considering working with the stranger against the creature. It couldn’t be helped though, alone he might not be able to defeat the monster and making an enemy out of the stranger was probably a sure way to get killed too.
“Ah hell, here goes nothing.” Kenji charged at the right most head of the hell spawn.
Era nodded wearily at the other's outburst. Brash, young, and eager to prove himself... but that wasn't a bad thing in his books. He quite enjoyed that kind of character, actually. And anyway, he'd kind of expected that sort of reaction, seeing as he was nothing but a major pain in the ass if nothing else, even when he wasn't trying. It was the sort of thing that came naturally with Era.
"Well, yeah...but that fella's not that bad after all...nah, actually, he is that bad. But I do think it's nothing you- or I- can't handle... well, judging from the fact I've beaten it off twice, at least..." He was looking up at the glaring sun as he spoke this. Afternoon...no, still noon, or at least around there. That worked something, at least, but not much. He may be at the peak of endurance at this time, but the monster he was facing was not one a strengthened stomach for pain was going to be particularly effective against.
Hopping aside daintly as the Hollow charged a blast at the two, he looked around for a moment before he caught sight of Kenji, and grinned nastily. "I like your style, kid. Unhindered by others, and always following a path you carve for yourself, eh? I've been there, and done that, too. Which is why I'm going to say this- YOU fight him. I'll kinda be needed to check up on something later..."
With a leap of his powerful legs, Era leapt up, clearing a few storeys high easily, and landed up some higher platform above where the Hydra-like Hollow and the Shinigami were. From here he would have a better view of the fight- as it was, he already had a better view of the Shinigami, and what he saw interested him some.
Guy could definitely be defined as 'cool' type... what, he's taller than me, too? Definitely a yes for girls... and from the looks of those cigarettes, glasses and that touch of red orginality down 'is shoulders... a Humphrey Bogart heart-stealer, no less. Gah, I really need to pay attention to my own self-keeping. Nice hair, though tad messy. And lean enough for them girls to swoon... Era sniggered to himself for no apparent reason, or at least in Kenji's point of view. He arched an eyebrow and looked at Kenji, squatted down like a stray cat.
"Here's the guidebook - How to Kill a Three-Headed Hollow. Basically you'd better thank Gods you got a cheat sheet with ya. So, urm ya..." In a sort of disgruntled voice, Era squirmed around for an answer, still squatting. He ran a hand through his untidy block of hair, then sighed. "Well. First things, he ain't too bright, but don't play him for a fool, ja. And guy's a bit big-boned, but otherwise he ain't got no real strength or power or whatnot, ja... oh, and ya. Don't get bitten by them skulls. "
With that last warning, the Hollow had swooped down before Kenji, more suprisingly flexible than quick, the foremost skull's jaws opened to clamp down on his prey's arm in a wide snap with that mouthful of rotten teeth.
Last Edit: Aug 28, 2009 11:33:19 GMT -5 by eramemory
Kenji watched nonplussed as the stranger backed off to a safe distance, seemingly to observe the fight. The way he had jumped so high unaided and without any visible display of peripheral power indicated he probably wasn’t an altered human then. He listened to the guys’ advice with an arched brow curious as to where this was going. Kenji almost smiled, the stranger was joking obviously he’d be back to help any second now. He wouldn’t leave him to fight on his own considering the creature was huge and Kenji was obviously a novice. Yup, any second… now. The creatures front most skull screamed out its defiance and darted forward faster than Kenji would have expected for something so large. The jaws clamped down hard against Kenji’s arm like a four meter vice powered by a car crusher. Kenji bit his tongue stifling the outcry that threatened to escape his throat, instead turning it into a roar of anger and jamming his sword hard against the rotten putrid smelling teeth with his free hand bringing forth a spray of sparks from the play of steel against bone. Rearing its head back and swinging Kenji like a rag doll the beast flung the poor Shinigami full force into the top of the nearby warehouse. He crashed into the metal hard and grunted in pain. The second beast head fired a condensed burst of spirit energy that punched him clear through the metal and into the gloom of the warehouse proper.
Kenji smashed into wooden boxes inside the warehouse and moaned holding his ribs tenderly. He leaned his head back with a hand running fingers through his unkempt hair. “Sooo much fun.” he muttered sarcastically too himself. Picking himself off the floor he then darted back outside smashing through a set of dusted windows sending the shards tumbling to the concrete meters below. Looking up at the Hydra-like hollow Kenji bore his teeth in a grimacing smile as he forcibly increased his reiatsu output. He was angry with himself for expecting the help and letting his guard down. It wouldn’t happen again. Using the tip of his blade he pointed at the fearsome creature towering over him. “You, you’re first!” he then swung the blade edge to point towards the stranger who was still merely watching with an enigmatic grin on a nearby building. “I’ll get to you afterwards then ‘mysterious stranger’!”
He darted forwards narrowly avoiding the crushing blow by the third head that was supposed to smear him into an unidentifiable paste against the floor. He side stepped the bite of the second head and brought his sword down hard against the things neck drawing blood. The things roar wasn’t of pain but of indignation, yet it encouraged Kenji. Shunpo stepping backwards he brought his hands together hard concentrating. “Bakudo number 9, Kakushitsuijyaku!” A nimbus of red light engulfed the right most head making it bellow in rage yet unable to move. The other heads still mobile shook with wrath and darted towards Kenji. It wasn’t a particularly strong binding spell but it would give Kenji some breathing room at least. Parrying the foremost head with a strong back slash and vaulting over it he ran down the beast’s neck and rolled beneath the serpentine strike of the other free head while dashing towards the immobilized one.
Sword glinting in the sun light Kenji shouted out and drove his blade hard across the jugular of the immobilised head. Its final swan song roar of insolence cut short as the blade sheered through its flesh severing everything above, the head tumbled and dissipated. The glowing red aura that had immobilised the head and had bathed Kenji in a bloody light also vanished. Turning quickly on his heel he brought his blade up just in time to block a head long rush of the middle head which drove him back hard along the roof of the warehouse. Gritting his teeth he pushed back roaring back at the creature. His usual laid back calm exterior replaced with an anger he felt only for himself for being so sloppy. He would finish this thing off and then demand answers from the stranger. Chiefly; who he was and what he was doing here.
"Acha." Era winced visibly and slapped a hand to his face when Kenji was flung twenty, thirty feet away by a simple swing of the enemy, his torn robes still left in its horrid jaws. "I warned you, didn't I?" He swung himself downwards, hands gripping on the ledge of the perch he was sitting on, so as to not fall off yet look at Kenji at the same time.
"Ooookay...First things first. I did say he was a bit of thinker, but that doesn't neccessarily means he understands human langauge. ...Actually, he does, but only in English." Smiling turned back to the Hollow and grinned broadly, without a shred of hostility written on his cheeky face. "Hola! Como esta, amigo?" Then he paused for a moment. "...Wait a minute...that's not English...ma. What did you say?"
Attention diverted back to Kenji now, he made a happy, exhilarated face. "Wow! So I'm a 'mysterious guy'? I didn't even realise it! That's just so... cool! What should I do? How should I make myself stand otu more? Make myself disppear? Do some magic tricks? Perhaps swallow a sword or something?"
A roar from behind reminded him of a very angry Hollow still there. Fortunately for both of them, the Hollow was still bound by the Kidou spell, so it should be safe for Kenji and Era.. for now.
"That was pretty innovative... in the face of pressure. I know I woulodn't have done that." Era complimeted, shurgging gaily as he swung his legs upside down in midair as if he was on a swing. He brushed back the hair that was now hanging down by gravity and looked at Kenji with imploring, bright red eyes. "...So? Whatja gonna do now? He's not going to stand still for ever, you know..."
A loud roar confirmed that, as the bounds of energy around the Hollow began to strain and snap.
Last Edit: Aug 28, 2009 12:40:43 GMT -5 by eramemory
Kenji tried to ignore the ‘advice’ coming from atop the building; it was more distracting than anything else. Here he was fighting his fist real hollow without guidance from teachers, against one that was three fold as powerful as the usual and he seemed to have picked up a demented cheer leader. A cheerleader that still could prove hostile and as of yet was an unknown factor in the Shinigami-Hollow struggle for supremacy. Still, even though it was maddening having someone watching as he struggled against the beast. The guy’s easy attitude and casual demeanour was almost making Kenji smile despite himself. He reminded Kenji of Haruko; a long dead friend who didn’t survive the tough years spent in Rukongai.
With the restraining spell no longer in effect the monster was back on even footing against the struggling Shinigami. The Jaws of the beast he was locked in combat with where inches from tearing Kenji to pieces, his sword held vertically in front of him was barely keeping the razor pointed blades that were its teeth away from him and he could feel its warm putrid smelling breath washing over his face. As he struggled with the head directly before him movement in his peripheral vision warned him of the second heads presence. He brought his sword around fast to block against the charge of the second head but the sheer velocity of the impact drove him back flinging him up into the air with a loud ringing of clashing metal.
Flung back into the sky he slowed and came to a stop some ten meters back and gained a perspective view of the beast. Coiled like a snake protectively around its severed third head the other two waved slowly back and forth waiting for Kenji to strike. Cold pale eyes devoid of any humanity studied him with detached resentment. Kenji was breathing hard and sweating lightly under his shihakushou in the midday heat. Never letting his eyes stray from the beast he called out to the stranger watching. “Thanks for the advice man, and the praise; but I was always gonna finish this my own way. How am I going to finish it off? I’ll think of something!”
The Hollow was fast quick as a snake, its two independent heads giving it a wider range of angles of attack. It was tough and wasn’t simply berserker charging him, leading Kenji to believe it did actualy have something in those skulls apart from bone. It remained where is lay hissing and roaring at Kenji daring him to charge it. Kenji studied his surroundings quickly with a discerning eye. Coiled protectively as the remaining heads where around the ragged bloody stump of the dead third head made the creature a small target. Kenji quick stepped forward in a brief burst of speed to close some ground between himself and his quarry, “Hadou number 4. White Lightning!” he called out confidently. With a flare of bursting light from Kenji’s pointing finger a crackling line of condensed spirit energy thundered into the ground in front of the beast with a crash. The impact throwing up a volumus cloud of rolling dirt from the now sundered concrete below the hollow. It enveloped the beast obscuring it from view in a cloud of grey debris.
Kenji darted into the cloud of dirt that covered and blinded the beast. The ring of clashing metal against bone rang out as several exchanges from inside the dust cloud could be heard. Roars of pain and fury could be heard and Kenji’s own answering shouts of anger before he was knocked bodily out of the cloud to go skidding along the floor from the impact of an unseen blow inside. Kenji was back on his feet facing the cloud of powdered drifting debris; he was breathing hard but was grinning to himself. The cloud dispersed slowly and when it did it revealed the Hollow had lost another head. Kenji smiled evilly at the thing and it bellowed back in animalistic rage.
"..T'was pretty cool." Era admitted. "But see here...I ain't finished explaining about this critter yet."
Suddenly a shrill cry fo warning rang out, high and inhumanely piercing to the ears, and the Hollow leapt out behind Kenji with jaws agape, on the first-way express route to Shinigami Delights. But...that was impossible, isn't it? The Hollow was right in front of Kenji!
But then again, it appeared as if the young man had underestimated the Hollow quite a bit. This was no odinary Hollow; it had grown fat and strong over the years of feasting on desolate humans, in a world like a city this barren and isolated. The despair and loss that fed it wasn't just powerful; it was an overwhelming maelstorn, a tyrade of the deepest, darkest emotions possible in a human heart. And of course, its strength grew with it. Without competitors, the Hollow had years to feats and build on his base of power; and as its humanity waned, its bestial instincts took over and gave it the craftiness of a crocodile; what was left of a souls' intelligence now mainly a sly mind.
And since it had formed together to become this large form of a Hollow in the first place... hadn't Kenji thought it possible for them to split again?
In the storm of dust the first attack had thrown up, which Kenji had worked to his advantage, the Hollow hadn't exactly been idling either. It had split apart the moment it knew that his enemy was coming, letting Kenji hit nothing but its immaterial, shadowlike hide. Thus one head had disappeared, giving the illusion there was only two left.
And when Kenji had fired the White Lightning at the remaining two heads, it had merely sunken further beneath its flesh, letting it catch the blast by its formless body again. What was worse, was that neither the spell nor the slash had done any actual hurt. "...I told you that the baby's a bit on the lesser side..." Era trailed off rather muffledly, scratching his head. "..But I don't think that's just gonna work. Uh uh. Just one slash and that low level no-incantation spell? Kid, you're waaaaaaaaaaaay too understimating. And for one, it's not something that I handled without scratches, either." He grinned and held out his right arm; it was covered in bandages. "...So hope you try to take him a teeny weeny bit more seriously, yo. I'd hate to see my player lose on the first match. Shows what kinda coach I am." The ex-Shinigami sighed dramatically, planting the bandaged hand on his cheek and watching the fight with bored eyes again. " ...Did I mention that the bites are kinda corrosive?"
As Kenji faced the incoming biting head, the third head would watch from a safe, hidden distance nearby, yellow unblinking eyes bearing too much intelligence waiting for the right time to strike. If Kenji evaded the attack, it would dart out quickly, moving to bite off the Shinigami's leg with a nasty snap of its jaws before he may even realize its was there.
Kenji sensed the movement behind him as a sudden rush of air, and though his immediate quarry was in front of him he knew something big was now also charging from the rear. Shunpo stepping forward and pivoting towards the new threat raising his sword he faced the… Hydra? The moment of hesitation and confusion of Kenji’s was an opening and the beast’s third head plunged from above screaming down as fast as a missile, twice as dangerous. Kenji barely made it as he brought his Zanpakutou up in a hasty defence but the blow was so strong it crashed him bodily into the floor and he grunted out in pain. It was snapping at him fast and it was all Kenji could do to roll out of the way from beneath the mouth full of knives. Regaining his footing he was nevertheless to slow again, as soon as he got any kind of equilibrium another crushing blow impacted into his side sending him sprawling to hurtle into the side of a nearby building sending up a shower of bricks and debris. Kenji moaned low, struggling back to his feet. His glasses were broke and he flung them uselessly to the side. He faced the Hydra beast.
The thing was untouched! How could this be!? He could have sworn he had dealt the thing some damaging blows. What had he been cutting into, merely its husk? Like the snake that sheds its skin had Kenji merely been cutting at already dead skin? He felt anger rising within him, he knew this fight would be difficult but the beast had simply been toying with him so far! Gripping the hilt of his sword tightly he looked over the stranger who still sat and watched listening as he explained and showed his own wounded forearm.
“Well if this things so tough, I’m gonna have to ask for help then man! I’m a grunt fresh out of the spirit academy; I can’t take on things of menos proportion! Get your ass down here and provide some support already!” Kenji was many things; an idiot wasn’t one of them. This creature may be out of his league, he still thought he might be able to take it on his own with a bit of elbow grease and his natural fortitude. Yet the stranger hadn’t necessarily been unfriendly, even turning into a twisted mockery of a coach lately. If Kenji could goad him into helping with this battle he’d be in a much better position strategically. “Or if not, stay were you are and to hell with you!”
The hollow wasn’t giving Kenji much breathing room, as soon as he had finished calling out to the guy watching him it sent a shower of condensed spirit energy hurtling towards him. It struck like a machine gun, a hail storm of shots each enough to drive him back. He sidestepped one, ducked another, one hit him in the shoulder drawing blood and he managed to knock away the last with a hard back swing.
Kenji stood panting looking up at the immense creature his eyes full of unbreakable determination. If the other wouldn’t join in to help this fight he’d end it himself he vowed. He’d find a way to kill this thing that was several steps above his meagre recruit level. As he stood studying the beast a small trail of blood ran from his shoulder and dripped from the end of his fingers that gripped his sword hilt tightly. He controlled his breathing and charged at beast aiming directly for the second heads skull and waiting pale dead eyes that watched him come.
