03-24-2018, 02:46 PM
Who knows how long Serraph toyed with the foul beast. The boy poked and prodded, slashed and swiped at the Hollow. Death by a thousand paper cuts was something he'd always thought about in the darkest of nights, but never been able to achieve. His power back home didn't allow him the courtesy of granting a slow death. Those with minuscule power would be crushed by his spiritual presence. Those with equal strength will weaken to the point where his paper blade would cut them in two. Those stronger than him would crush him and throw his dust to the wind.
What he had done to this Hollow was cruel, but Serraph relished every bit about it. The beast cried out in overwhelming agony, his once grey scales coated red by his thick, crimson, sap-like blood. It coated over his wounds and scales, quickly hardening to seal those wounds. Serraph frowned, his playful tactics seemingly failing. He knew each Hollow had a specific ability that stood them out from the others. Some would breath fire while others could blend into their environment. This one in particular seemed to be its thick, quick drying blood that stopped its wounds from bleeding. An interesting ability. It was perfect for a brute such as this one.
With his current tactic completely foiled, the boy would have to move onto a more... unconventional means of attack. He'd leap back as the beast swiped low, narrowly dodging the hostile claws. His stance shifted, facing his chest towards the furious beast. Surely enough with the distance created and the beast unwilling to get in range of Serraph's rapier, he resorted to his tail. The spear tip was flung at him at surprising speeds and it took considerable effort to raise his blade in time to parry and deflect the blows. He . Sparks flew and singed his paper skin and clothing, leaving dots of black flaking flesh spotting over his body. The space before him was but a blurry white as his wrist flicked his blade to and fro to deflect the barrage of stabs and thrusts. To escape he merely needed to step away from the incoming fire but this really wasn't the point. His abilities weren't handy to copy at in this situation and his own weren't enough to put it down within an acceptable enough time.
He was waiting for the right moment. The beast needed to stab in the right spot. A few moments would pass and he'd finally see it. "Bingo", he thought to himself as he flourished his bladed, redirecting the tail strike just barely, the spearhead of the beast's tail piercing into the boy's chest. He'd gasp, his free hand grasping a hold of the tail. Labored cries of pain escaped the boy's lips as the beast lifted him and dragged him closer. He'd cough up a pocket of dark ink, the thick substance spattering over his mouth and shirt.
The rotten smell of death plagued the Hollow's mouth. Frankly, it was quite disgusting. Serraph gagged and seemingly attempted to inch away but it was no use. The pale yellow eyes gazed over the impaled boy, a malicious light gleaming from its eyes. "I see you like to play rough boy. I didn't realize all you wanted was a kiss, perhaps even more. How about it child? Want to play with Papi? My new wife doesn't have to know~", the beast cooed, his grotesque head leaning in to scrap his knife like teeth across Serraph's cheeks.
"N-no, but.... I do have a question...", he'd groan, his sword hand slightly raising the point of his blade just out of sight of the beast.
"Go ahead, little whelp. Look at you all lookin' like a snack."
"I think you may need a pair of glasses." he'd say, his contorted face relaxing to a manic smile. Quickly he'd lift the point of his blade, aligning it perfectly with mask's eye socket. The beast couldn't even react to the blade as it pierced deep through its eye and into its thick skull. His feet would raise up kicking the beast free, his tail blade slipping free from Serraph's chest without a single drop of ink upon it. The boy would walk over the Hollow's twitching body and pulled his blade from the depths of the monster's eye socket. "Because you did not see that coming."
The boy would chuckle before stepping off, his hands pulling his tattered shirt apart, ripping it from his body revealing a clean, sizable hole centered upon his chest. The blade had not impaled the Arrancar but rather passed through Serraph's Hollow hole harmlessly. His body seemed thin and almost malnourished yet lean and lightly muscular. Upon the left pectoral muscle was a black, jagged tattoo of an "8" that cemented his position among the Espada, whether that be here or back home. He'd glance out towards the horizon, the city of Nippur well within view. Flames of battle and booming gunshots could be heard around the city's area.
"Mmmn... I bit my tongue a bit to hard, it seems.", he'd mutter, his wrist rubbing away the thick ink that dripped from his pale lips. He'd sheath his blade and left the dead, faceless woman and newly created cyclops to continue onward toward Nippur, keeping a careful eye out for more of those monsters. The poor sod didn't appear to be a prime, meaning someone had brought him here. Serraph kept finding his answers but with more doors to explore on the other side. He couldn't have it any other way.
What he had done to this Hollow was cruel, but Serraph relished every bit about it. The beast cried out in overwhelming agony, his once grey scales coated red by his thick, crimson, sap-like blood. It coated over his wounds and scales, quickly hardening to seal those wounds. Serraph frowned, his playful tactics seemingly failing. He knew each Hollow had a specific ability that stood them out from the others. Some would breath fire while others could blend into their environment. This one in particular seemed to be its thick, quick drying blood that stopped its wounds from bleeding. An interesting ability. It was perfect for a brute such as this one.
With his current tactic completely foiled, the boy would have to move onto a more... unconventional means of attack. He'd leap back as the beast swiped low, narrowly dodging the hostile claws. His stance shifted, facing his chest towards the furious beast. Surely enough with the distance created and the beast unwilling to get in range of Serraph's rapier, he resorted to his tail. The spear tip was flung at him at surprising speeds and it took considerable effort to raise his blade in time to parry and deflect the blows. He . Sparks flew and singed his paper skin and clothing, leaving dots of black flaking flesh spotting over his body. The space before him was but a blurry white as his wrist flicked his blade to and fro to deflect the barrage of stabs and thrusts. To escape he merely needed to step away from the incoming fire but this really wasn't the point. His abilities weren't handy to copy at in this situation and his own weren't enough to put it down within an acceptable enough time.
He was waiting for the right moment. The beast needed to stab in the right spot. A few moments would pass and he'd finally see it. "Bingo", he thought to himself as he flourished his bladed, redirecting the tail strike just barely, the spearhead of the beast's tail piercing into the boy's chest. He'd gasp, his free hand grasping a hold of the tail. Labored cries of pain escaped the boy's lips as the beast lifted him and dragged him closer. He'd cough up a pocket of dark ink, the thick substance spattering over his mouth and shirt.
The rotten smell of death plagued the Hollow's mouth. Frankly, it was quite disgusting. Serraph gagged and seemingly attempted to inch away but it was no use. The pale yellow eyes gazed over the impaled boy, a malicious light gleaming from its eyes. "I see you like to play rough boy. I didn't realize all you wanted was a kiss, perhaps even more. How about it child? Want to play with Papi? My new wife doesn't have to know~", the beast cooed, his grotesque head leaning in to scrap his knife like teeth across Serraph's cheeks.
"N-no, but.... I do have a question...", he'd groan, his sword hand slightly raising the point of his blade just out of sight of the beast.
"Go ahead, little whelp. Look at you all lookin' like a snack."
"I think you may need a pair of glasses." he'd say, his contorted face relaxing to a manic smile. Quickly he'd lift the point of his blade, aligning it perfectly with mask's eye socket. The beast couldn't even react to the blade as it pierced deep through its eye and into its thick skull. His feet would raise up kicking the beast free, his tail blade slipping free from Serraph's chest without a single drop of ink upon it. The boy would walk over the Hollow's twitching body and pulled his blade from the depths of the monster's eye socket. "Because you did not see that coming."
The boy would chuckle before stepping off, his hands pulling his tattered shirt apart, ripping it from his body revealing a clean, sizable hole centered upon his chest. The blade had not impaled the Arrancar but rather passed through Serraph's Hollow hole harmlessly. His body seemed thin and almost malnourished yet lean and lightly muscular. Upon the left pectoral muscle was a black, jagged tattoo of an "8" that cemented his position among the Espada, whether that be here or back home. He'd glance out towards the horizon, the city of Nippur well within view. Flames of battle and booming gunshots could be heard around the city's area.
"Mmmn... I bit my tongue a bit to hard, it seems.", he'd mutter, his wrist rubbing away the thick ink that dripped from his pale lips. He'd sheath his blade and left the dead, faceless woman and newly created cyclops to continue onward toward Nippur, keeping a careful eye out for more of those monsters. The poor sod didn't appear to be a prime, meaning someone had brought him here. Serraph kept finding his answers but with more doors to explore on the other side. He couldn't have it any other way.
"Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the presence of my Lord. He is sifting through the treasures in which his Gates of Wrath does store. He lets loose the righteous vengeance of his terrible swift swords. Gilgemesh has returned!"