09-20-2015, 05:43 PM
Zangetsu was enjoying himself probably more so than his formation not long before this day. The wind generated by the dancing blades of Zangetsu and Rebellion weaved through Zangetsu's pale hair. Sparks radiated from the hard contact of their blades, burning small holes through the "Chalk Faced" man's kimono. Though it would seem neither side was taking damage, Zangetsu's skill and power was practically dominating Dante's attempts at swordplay. Zangetsu knew he could do better. When they were one he had seen it in the depths of his memories. Perhaps coming here had crippled his skill?
Before his thought process could continue, Dante had leaped back a bit and heaved Rebellion at Zangetsu. The Hollow spirit braced his blade, and swatted Rebellion's midsection away, likely putting it out of the battle.. Zangetsu wasn't unscathed from this. A small cut on his face showed just how close he was to being skewered. Zangetsu's face relaxed, amused of this display of battle instinct. It was enough to catch Zangetsu off guard.
He would be Damned if this was the end of Dante's display.
While the sword spirit's attention was driven away by the crimson garbed Half Devil, the latter had drawn two shining pistols and opened fired. His smug look tightened, becoming one of seriousness. The first volley of rounds caught Zangetsu in the chest, nearly knocking him off of his feet due to the impact. He found himself gasping and wheezing, a round catching him in throat. It was as if he was being barraged with a thousand fists. After a few moments since it began he found himself driven to one knee, his blade covering the majority of his vitals covered by the blade's sheer width, even though his limbs still took the punishment.
For the first time since coming here, this was the first time he found himself without words that weren't "aghghhg" or other noise synonymous with pain, but not for a lack of trying.
Zangetsu let out a bloodcurdling laugh, which was probably brought out by the pain rather than the sheer fun he was having. The spirit regained his footing and charged headfirst into the spray of non-lethal bullets, with the majority of them ricocheting off of Zangetsu's steel. Before long he had reached the source of the steel rain, twisting his wrist and swinging the blade down in an over-head arc, only to clank against the ground as Dante rolled away.
It wasn't a complete miss, as a large strip of red leather from the Half-Devil's attire lay stuck between the razor sharp edge of Zangetsu's sword, and the colorless ground beneath it. The Zanpakuto spirit didn't stay idle long, and neither than his opponent, as several more rounds came his way, tearing away at Zangetsu's kimono.
He gritted his teeth and swung his blade upward and over, tilting his slice upward at Dante. Zangetsu grinned as satisfaction as Dante was force to stop his barrage once more to dodge, but the sword's speed was too much for him to get away unscathed.
Dante had tried to leap backwards out of Zangetsu's range, only to have the the tip leave a reminder of Zangetsu's relevance in this battle. His strike had left a cut underneath Dante's right eye that bled a narrow trail that dripped down to his crimson jacket and to the white floor of the Nexus. Such a strike brought pause to the action, allowing the instinctual beast trail his forefinger down the spine of his sword to a small stain of blood left on his sword. He dragged his finger across the small puddle and trailed it down his blade and back to his pale lips, wrapping his snow white tongue around it, savoring the first fruits of his struggle with Dante.
He chuckled and giggled, his breathing heavier now that he had a chance to breath. "There, nearly matching cuts. A sign maybe?", he mused aloud, bringing the massive sword to his front, thrusting it at Dante's chest.
Before his thought process could continue, Dante had leaped back a bit and heaved Rebellion at Zangetsu. The Hollow spirit braced his blade, and swatted Rebellion's midsection away, likely putting it out of the battle.. Zangetsu wasn't unscathed from this. A small cut on his face showed just how close he was to being skewered. Zangetsu's face relaxed, amused of this display of battle instinct. It was enough to catch Zangetsu off guard.
He would be Damned if this was the end of Dante's display.
While the sword spirit's attention was driven away by the crimson garbed Half Devil, the latter had drawn two shining pistols and opened fired. His smug look tightened, becoming one of seriousness. The first volley of rounds caught Zangetsu in the chest, nearly knocking him off of his feet due to the impact. He found himself gasping and wheezing, a round catching him in throat. It was as if he was being barraged with a thousand fists. After a few moments since it began he found himself driven to one knee, his blade covering the majority of his vitals covered by the blade's sheer width, even though his limbs still took the punishment.
For the first time since coming here, this was the first time he found himself without words that weren't "aghghhg" or other noise synonymous with pain, but not for a lack of trying.
Zangetsu let out a bloodcurdling laugh, which was probably brought out by the pain rather than the sheer fun he was having. The spirit regained his footing and charged headfirst into the spray of non-lethal bullets, with the majority of them ricocheting off of Zangetsu's steel. Before long he had reached the source of the steel rain, twisting his wrist and swinging the blade down in an over-head arc, only to clank against the ground as Dante rolled away.
It wasn't a complete miss, as a large strip of red leather from the Half-Devil's attire lay stuck between the razor sharp edge of Zangetsu's sword, and the colorless ground beneath it. The Zanpakuto spirit didn't stay idle long, and neither than his opponent, as several more rounds came his way, tearing away at Zangetsu's kimono.
He gritted his teeth and swung his blade upward and over, tilting his slice upward at Dante. Zangetsu grinned as satisfaction as Dante was force to stop his barrage once more to dodge, but the sword's speed was too much for him to get away unscathed.
Dante had tried to leap backwards out of Zangetsu's range, only to have the the tip leave a reminder of Zangetsu's relevance in this battle. His strike had left a cut underneath Dante's right eye that bled a narrow trail that dripped down to his crimson jacket and to the white floor of the Nexus. Such a strike brought pause to the action, allowing the instinctual beast trail his forefinger down the spine of his sword to a small stain of blood left on his sword. He dragged his finger across the small puddle and trailed it down his blade and back to his pale lips, wrapping his snow white tongue around it, savoring the first fruits of his struggle with Dante.
He chuckled and giggled, his breathing heavier now that he had a chance to breath. "There, nearly matching cuts. A sign maybe?", he mused aloud, bringing the massive sword to his front, thrusting it at Dante's chest.