06-13-2018, 05:17 PM
Serraph Quarrere lost his moment to act the second he interrupted his battle to examine the woman at his leg. Although he was skilled in battle, fatigue muddled his judgement, and the arrancar’s brief skirmish with the agile fairy had been more tiring than he had originally anticipated. The same could be said about the sprite, who panted as she poised herself to strike, not wasting the opportunity granted. Serraph snapped himself out of his daze when the King’s Hand delivered new orders. With his purpose in this battle reaffirmed, his reiryoku, or spiritual power, flowed through the heels of his boots and lifted him from the confines of gravity, leaving the arena floor behind.
Ahana had clearly realized she would never again get the chance to engage Serraph in combat if she didn’t act now, so she did, and managed to grasp an ankle.
Serraph frowned in frustration and applied more of his spiritual reserves, but it was no use. Ahana merely spoke three words, unleashing a torrent of fire that jetted from her form. The fire lashed out at his paper flesh, clinging to his body and clothes, and subjected him to a hellish inferno. Sasuke and Eternity raised their arms to shield themselves from the inferno’s savage heat and both bared witness to the atrocity .
Glass shattering and jagged, the arrancar’s screams equaled the hellish pain of a thousand angry suns, injecting its abuse into his veins. No query could have ever prepared him for the suffering he had to endure. Dark metallic ink dribbled onto the cold tiles, coalescing into a copious pool beneath him. Ahana pulled away in an attempt to recover. She growled in disgust at the layer of carbonized flesh that slid free from the untouched layers beneath.
From behind a volley of emerald projectiles, Eternity careened her attack through the air with the hopes of putting down the burnt and singed arrancar. Such projectiles didn’t get far without being met with a fusillade of gleaming balls of fire. The energy covered scales touched the flames, causing both to disallow the other’s potentially devastating assault . Serraph’s partner rushed forward past him, his concern for the arrancar’s well being washed away with new purpose. Serraph nodded in gratitude and turned to face his new opponent.
Serraph tensed, his eyes of steel penetrated deep into the woman before him. As the boy walked towards her, she stepped back. Ahana wasn’t foolish enough to drop her guard for someone as frail as Serraph. Internally he began to read her frame, gleaming bits and pieces of her skill set.
“If there is anything you can do, there is no reason I cannot as well”, he said plainly, pulling his dim rapier from the confines of its resting place. He then twirled the parchment wrapped hilt over his fingers, flourishing it about to test its weight and balance once again. His eyes flicked over Ahana’s form, the pages within his body transcribing her skills feverishly. “I know what it’s like to be read like a book. A book would know how to read better than anyone.”
His slow pace picked up and his thin frame closed the distance. Ahana had thrust her long javelin forward, catching naught of air. Serraph had already skipped to the side out of danger. As a retort, Serraph would thrust the thin point of his sword, Libro, into her chest. He knew it would do little to help him, but information obtained is information worth confirming. His blade was halted in its tracks, the snow white sword’s tip shattering on impact. His teeth clenched, his body twisting over the woman’s javelin as she swung it at his midriff. His hands clasped over the golden structure of the pole-arm, using its momentum to vault himself over its passing arc.
Ahana was a walking tank. He couldn’t as much give her a paper-cut, let alone draw blood. He’d have to try something else entirely and he keep close, keeping well within her reach to decrease the effectiveness of her javelin. There wasn’t much he could do, but he could continue to dodge her hoping he’d get lucky with his blade or…
A smile stretched over his flaking cheeks. Instinctively he allowed his body to stir up his reservoir of spiritual pressure in his core, focusing on a minuscule point upon his bare chest. An orb of blood crimson amassed, slowly growing in size the more resources he gave it. A moment of wariness flashed in Ahana’s eyes and she brought her weapon between them, shoving him away. She’d skip back, launching her javelin at the sporadic sphere of energy in hopes to disrupt it.
Serraph’s focus was entirely upon channeling himself and couldn’t bring himself to move completely out of the way. The golden pylon carried a chunk of his flesh with it as it passed. The king's servant smiled painfully, his right leg stepping back to brace himself for the incoming recoil. "Allow me to teach you a word of my own,” he displayed a devilish grin as he spoke, “Cero."
Ahana had clearly realized she would never again get the chance to engage Serraph in combat if she didn’t act now, so she did, and managed to grasp an ankle.
Serraph frowned in frustration and applied more of his spiritual reserves, but it was no use. Ahana merely spoke three words, unleashing a torrent of fire that jetted from her form. The fire lashed out at his paper flesh, clinging to his body and clothes, and subjected him to a hellish inferno. Sasuke and Eternity raised their arms to shield themselves from the inferno’s savage heat and both bared witness to the atrocity .
Glass shattering and jagged, the arrancar’s screams equaled the hellish pain of a thousand angry suns, injecting its abuse into his veins. No query could have ever prepared him for the suffering he had to endure. Dark metallic ink dribbled onto the cold tiles, coalescing into a copious pool beneath him. Ahana pulled away in an attempt to recover. She growled in disgust at the layer of carbonized flesh that slid free from the untouched layers beneath.
From behind a volley of emerald projectiles, Eternity careened her attack through the air with the hopes of putting down the burnt and singed arrancar. Such projectiles didn’t get far without being met with a fusillade of gleaming balls of fire. The energy covered scales touched the flames, causing both to disallow the other’s potentially devastating assault . Serraph’s partner rushed forward past him, his concern for the arrancar’s well being washed away with new purpose. Serraph nodded in gratitude and turned to face his new opponent.
Serraph tensed, his eyes of steel penetrated deep into the woman before him. As the boy walked towards her, she stepped back. Ahana wasn’t foolish enough to drop her guard for someone as frail as Serraph. Internally he began to read her frame, gleaming bits and pieces of her skill set.
“If there is anything you can do, there is no reason I cannot as well”, he said plainly, pulling his dim rapier from the confines of its resting place. He then twirled the parchment wrapped hilt over his fingers, flourishing it about to test its weight and balance once again. His eyes flicked over Ahana’s form, the pages within his body transcribing her skills feverishly. “I know what it’s like to be read like a book. A book would know how to read better than anyone.”
His slow pace picked up and his thin frame closed the distance. Ahana had thrust her long javelin forward, catching naught of air. Serraph had already skipped to the side out of danger. As a retort, Serraph would thrust the thin point of his sword, Libro, into her chest. He knew it would do little to help him, but information obtained is information worth confirming. His blade was halted in its tracks, the snow white sword’s tip shattering on impact. His teeth clenched, his body twisting over the woman’s javelin as she swung it at his midriff. His hands clasped over the golden structure of the pole-arm, using its momentum to vault himself over its passing arc.
Ahana was a walking tank. He couldn’t as much give her a paper-cut, let alone draw blood. He’d have to try something else entirely and he keep close, keeping well within her reach to decrease the effectiveness of her javelin. There wasn’t much he could do, but he could continue to dodge her hoping he’d get lucky with his blade or…
A smile stretched over his flaking cheeks. Instinctively he allowed his body to stir up his reservoir of spiritual pressure in his core, focusing on a minuscule point upon his bare chest. An orb of blood crimson amassed, slowly growing in size the more resources he gave it. A moment of wariness flashed in Ahana’s eyes and she brought her weapon between them, shoving him away. She’d skip back, launching her javelin at the sporadic sphere of energy in hopes to disrupt it.
Serraph’s focus was entirely upon channeling himself and couldn’t bring himself to move completely out of the way. The golden pylon carried a chunk of his flesh with it as it passed. The king's servant smiled painfully, his right leg stepping back to brace himself for the incoming recoil. "Allow me to teach you a word of my own,” he displayed a devilish grin as he spoke, “Cero."
Quote:WC: 849
Sasuke uses: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique
Eternity Larva uses: Flight, Danmaku Scales
Ahana uses: The Fires that Forge Endless Spines; Creations of the Golden Conflagration!
Serraph uses: Insight, Mimic, Master Acrobat, Zanpakuto: Libro, T1 Offensive Super Move: Cero.
Current Mimicked Items: Basic Super Jump(Sasuke), Flight(Eternity), Master Acrobat(Ahana)
Current SP 3/4
"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!"