09-18-2015, 08:10 PM
Silence.
Not a damn word was said since Zangetsu's ultimatum. For a bit he took the silence as "No". The question, "Yes or No" was not hard in particular. Only two choices: Gain Zangetsu as a potential ally or not. Here in this world of complete infinite possibility, it was completely up to Dante. He smirked and crossed his arms loosely, his feet stepping softly across the ground, at least until a near mockingly mirroring cackle rang in Zangetsu's ear.
'Oh no.. I didn't break him did I?', he thought to himself with a smile as he turned to face Dante. He had gotten his attention, now it was time to hold it. Zangetsu could see the seriousness in his body motions down from the tensing of his muscles down to the tightening of his grip upon his blade, Rebellion. This man seemed as if he were going to strike.
'Good, something to break the boredom.', he thought to himself as his hand moved to the crimson weaved hilt of his blade, slowly drawing it from his sheath. He half listened to what Dante had to say, but caught something about Dante not needing Zangetsu. That was all good and all, but Zangetsu didn't recall using that exact word. He chuckled and took his sword into both of his hands, taking the ready stance commonly found among the Soul Reaper's form of Kendo as Dante motioned for him to ready himself.
It would seem like Dante was offended by what Zangetsu was. It was funny because Zangetsu was made up of a pure part of what made humans what they were, meaning Dante held a little bit of what Zangetsu was within him. It was waking up within the half-devil and now he was going to wield it. For good or for worse this fight would be one to savor.
Dante charged, readying his Rebellion to strike. Zangetsu stepped off his back heel and dashed to meet him. He grinned wider and cackled. This was just too good. Finally there was a good enough challenge here to help the Zanpakuto burn time. Once Dante was in range to unleash his opening strike, Zangetsu leaped forward, bashing the cutting edge of his sword into Rebellion's edge, keeping it from following its path. With the blades locked he grinned and licked his lips.
"Wow Dante-boy.. you sure are angry. Somebody piss in your cereal this morning?", Zangetsu laughed and leaped back bringing his blade down, arcing through the air. He aimed for Rebellion's hilt, intending to disarm Dante before the fight could truly begin. He hoped Dante would dodge. If he could this battle had quite the potential.
Not a damn word was said since Zangetsu's ultimatum. For a bit he took the silence as "No". The question, "Yes or No" was not hard in particular. Only two choices: Gain Zangetsu as a potential ally or not. Here in this world of complete infinite possibility, it was completely up to Dante. He smirked and crossed his arms loosely, his feet stepping softly across the ground, at least until a near mockingly mirroring cackle rang in Zangetsu's ear.
'Oh no.. I didn't break him did I?', he thought to himself with a smile as he turned to face Dante. He had gotten his attention, now it was time to hold it. Zangetsu could see the seriousness in his body motions down from the tensing of his muscles down to the tightening of his grip upon his blade, Rebellion. This man seemed as if he were going to strike.
'Good, something to break the boredom.', he thought to himself as his hand moved to the crimson weaved hilt of his blade, slowly drawing it from his sheath. He half listened to what Dante had to say, but caught something about Dante not needing Zangetsu. That was all good and all, but Zangetsu didn't recall using that exact word. He chuckled and took his sword into both of his hands, taking the ready stance commonly found among the Soul Reaper's form of Kendo as Dante motioned for him to ready himself.
It would seem like Dante was offended by what Zangetsu was. It was funny because Zangetsu was made up of a pure part of what made humans what they were, meaning Dante held a little bit of what Zangetsu was within him. It was waking up within the half-devil and now he was going to wield it. For good or for worse this fight would be one to savor.
Dante charged, readying his Rebellion to strike. Zangetsu stepped off his back heel and dashed to meet him. He grinned wider and cackled. This was just too good. Finally there was a good enough challenge here to help the Zanpakuto burn time. Once Dante was in range to unleash his opening strike, Zangetsu leaped forward, bashing the cutting edge of his sword into Rebellion's edge, keeping it from following its path. With the blades locked he grinned and licked his lips.
"Wow Dante-boy.. you sure are angry. Somebody piss in your cereal this morning?", Zangetsu laughed and leaped back bringing his blade down, arcing through the air. He aimed for Rebellion's hilt, intending to disarm Dante before the fight could truly begin. He hoped Dante would dodge. If he could this battle had quite the potential.