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Post by Soren on Aug 21, 2010 0:58:10 GMT -5
Soren, allowing Oscurità to leave. It would be troublesome if she got in the collateral damage anyway. Slowly the table and floor around Soren began to fold and compress onto themselves. The chairs cracking, exploding into splinters. Slowly he began to move toward Luce. Empty eyes staring into the man he had just hit with a cero, to his Primera. "If I was a smarter king, I would just kill you. What use do I have for insubordination?" Widening his smile into a sick and cynical one, hands now behind his back.
"However, I don't give a shit about things like being smart. I just love to breathe chaos. I love to feel my body pulsing with pleasure as I destroy a soul." Tilting his head a bit, each step he made crushing the floor with gravity hundreds of times that of Earth's natural level. Stopping a few feet from Luce, the walls around him crushing and compressing. "Though if you do have a death sentence, I guess I can't stop you. You could at least let me play a little longer. I am getting sick of you hiding that plan of rebellion behind your face anyway."
Almost instantly, Soren's arm was up. His finger pointing directly at Luce. Firing an immense cero in his direction, the collateral damage was of no importance to him now. The large beam, so dense with reiatsu that it warped the space around it with it's unique brand of power. Soren wasn't even getting warmed up. If he was going to go all out, he would have just ended this in one stroke.
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Post by Luce on Aug 22, 2010 1:43:17 GMT -5
Fingers wrapping around his zanpakuto’s handle and tightening their grip around it, Luce knew that it wouldn't be very wise for him to be on the ground in such a vulnerable position with the other man only a few feet away from him. ”Who said I was trying to hide it?” a smirk spread across his face as he rolled to the side, avoiding the cero that had been fired without hesitation at him, and so quickly too. Man, his hatred for this guy ran so deep, and by his actions, it seemed the reverse was true as well.
Moving out of the roll and rising to his feet quickly with his sword still in hand, the Arrancar was making sure to keep his distance from the other male now. Couldn't be too careful, this guy was psychotic. Raising his arm until he was holding his free hand out in front of his body, it took only a few seconds before a dark, forest-green cero was fired out from the palm of his hand, shooting across the room at Soren. And then another was shot out right after without even waiting to see what the result of the first blast had been. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Soren on Aug 22, 2010 2:03:59 GMT -5
"Enough of this. You are starting to bore me Luce. How depressing." With the swipe of his arm, a jet black crescent moon shaped blast of energy firing, however this was no ordinary slash. This was Soren's unique ability to utilize some of his release techniques, while not released. The large arcing blast, many times more potent than his average cero easily slashed through Luce cero, firing a second arc at the second one that inevitably was coming. He wasn't dumb enough to believe that his Primera wouldn't try and kill him. In fact, he was betting on that point.
With a flash, Soren was two feet to the right of Luce's position. His gravity power still active, Luce would feel as if he was under the pressure of a gravity many hundreds that of the natural force of the Earth. Soren hadn't even begun, this display of his power was nothing to him. It merely came about when he had momentary lapses in restraint and control, something that happened fairly often. The large pressure around Soren grew more and more by the second, rattling the floor a bit.
His power was nigh absolute, that of Gravity. Nothing could escape the king's orbit. While his position near Luce was ripe for a counter blow, Soren appeared to the right of Luce. Arm glowing black, he attempted to go in for a swift uppercut into Luce's body. The black aura around his arm was the same force as the blasts shot earlier, just wrapped around his arm for a more... physical effect. The force of which was astronomical. [/center] |
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Post by Luce on Aug 22, 2010 23:22:17 GMT -5
As the Hollow King appeared only a few feet to the right of his position, Luce suddenly felt a huge change in the area around them. In no more than a couple seconds, he found himself falling to his knees under the immense force of the gravity. ”Nnnh...”
Forced to his knees, the Arrancar could do nothing to escape the hold that Soren’s gravity abilities seemed to have on him. With his palms pressed against the ground in front of him, he tried to fight it, pushing back against the floor, but it was useless.
With a weary look in his eyes, seeing Soren’s next attack coming toward his chest mattered little, there wasn’t any way for him to move in order to avoid it in time. At the moment of impact, the Primera’s wind was completely knocked out of him, though obviously that wasn’t the worst of his injuries. The force of the attack threw him up and backwards through the air at great speeds, slowed down only as he crashed completely through the wall and ended up slamming his body up against the wall in the hallway, just outside of the room.
Blood was beginning to get coughed up again same as before, however this time there was far more as he remained there while the wall crumbled around him, unable to move. By this point, he wasn’t even sure where his sword had gone, but that was the least of Luce’s problems as he attempted to move his arms. No use... the blood all over his stomach and the fact that his shirt had been torn to pieces in the process made it quite clear that he was badly wounded.
Would Soren actually kill him...? His Primera? He wondered... |
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Post by Soren on Aug 23, 2010 18:48:35 GMT -5
After the blows had connected, the obvious happened. Soren eased up on his gravity. Slowly he began to make his way to Luce, now in the hall, following the trail of blood. His hands locked behind his back, whistling a haunting tune. A tune that, if anyone else were whistling it, would be cheerful and jovial. However, Soren whistling it made it seem eerie and creepy. On the way over, he picked up Luce's zanpakuto. Throwing it over to the side him before standing two feet away. His shadow overcasting Luce's body. With a wide smile, he began to speak.
"This is our difference. This is the gap in our power. This is why I am a king, you are a servant. You are nothing. Without me you'd be dead in a day, no, an hour. My power is complete. My ability is the absolute definition of God's will." Smiling some more, raising his finger to the Primera. His cero began to charge, this could only mean that this blast would be devastating. The pressure of the reiatsu at the end of Soren's fingertip began to distort the air, however suddenly it vanished. Putting his hands behind his back again, slowly walking down the hall in the direction of Oscurita. "I won't kill you. If only for her sake. If you try and double cross me, you better make sure you can actually kill me, little Luce." Laughing as he walked away, weaker Arrancar coming to quickly repair the site of the battle.
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