09-20-2015, 07:43 PM
In the sudden interim in the action, Dante's eyes fell down, glancing tho the lower left. In the next instant, he withdrew the hand carrying Ebony and, with delicate use of his fingers, felt the red wound. A similar splotch of the crimson on the ground bore witness to the fragment of himself he had lost, and the half-devil's vision returned to Zangetsu with narrowed eyes.
"Really?" Dante asked with an impossibly serious droll, lifting up the torn hem of his coat to showcase the damage. For a person with his face gashed open, the Son of Sparda seemed far more tolerant of his own pain than the wear and tear of his clothing. It merely made Zangetsu laugh further out of masochism and mockery. Dante wasn't as skilled as the zanpakuto had witnessed prior, but he proved to be quite entertaining nonetheless, somehow.
While Zangetsu made his own show of tasting the half-devil' spilled blood, meanwhile, Dante's vision subtly darted about to track his missing blade. He had neglected the fact that his abilities were neutered here, and that he couldn't simply command his thrown weapon back to him at any given moment. The larger sword had batted Rebellion off to the side, and with a mental map, Dante tried to track where the weapon would've ended up. His assessment pointed his gaze just past Zangetsu, some distance behind him, towards the fountain that formed the centerpiece of the Nexus...
There, it laid, embedded in the stone chest of an angelic creature pouring a pot of water into the pool below. The devil hunter couldn't keep up his gun-slinging act forever while Zangetsu was catching on, and his advantageous range was being cut short anyhow. Even if that weapon wouldn't turn the tide of this battle, he simply needed it back, to carry his father's keepsake upon him always-!
The hollow's sick blood-licking show ended, and he reared back to thrust his sword into the half-devil. Dante himself stepped back, leaning forward, but instead of dodging, he attempted something far more bold. As the stab came, the Son of Sparda leaped up - the tip of the blade tracing a fine cut down his vestments - and planted his gun-toting hands on the sword. With impossible ability, Dante then pushed himself well upward into the air, granting an opportunity for the inverted gunslinger to rain down a quick shower of bullets. Within the moment, Zangetsu caught on and swing his blade around to defend himself as best has he could afford, a few trace shots still piercing at him ruefully.
Dante righted himself as he came down behind the hollow, but his enemy was still faster. Zangetsu whirled around with his weapon to hack at the half-devil's back, but only caught a few stray locks of snow-white hair, the devil hunter already rolling forward to kick off into a wild sprint. Returning his malicious grin to his face, the zanpakuto pursued.
The Son of Sparda was running as fast as his human legs could take him in a mad dash for the fountain. Recalling the battle, Dante turned back to unload a few shots with Ebony at the enemy following him- but Zangetsu was already upon him. A swipe of the massive sword hacked at Dante's hand, knocking the black handgun away. The half-devil stumbled to face Zangetsu fully, to take aim and put a bullet in the hollow's head- but then the stone rim of the fountain met his legs, and Dante fell back the moment he squeezed the trigger. Time seemed to slow as Zangetsu was given the last moments needed to finish his attack: another decisive blade thrust.
The weapon bore into his torso, flush under his ribcage, and forced his body back to be pinned to the fountain's centerpiece. Ivory hung limp in Dante's hand, as his glossing eyes met Zangetsu's own wicked stare, intensified by the black fluid running down his face. He'd missed. The white pistol fell from his twitching fingers, and he desperately reached up, reaching for his blade...
The hollow withdrew his namesake sword, and with a painful, guttural choke, Dante fell into the fountain's waters, the liquid staining a dark crimson quickly.
A brief moment of silence ensued, followed with Zangetsu's dark voice, "Farewell... Dante."
He laughed; simply and softly at first, then harder, faster, until he was roaring in cries of violent delight. Thus now began his new way of life, a new pursuit for-
"HHHRRRAAAAHHH!!"
A pillar of bloodstained water exploded from the fountain's pool, sending Zangetsu reeling back in shock. The scarlet mist fell, but the being that erupted from it remained further in the air yet. Demonic reverb tainting his voice, the devil careened down to meet the zanpakuto with Rebellion in arms.
"Really?" Dante asked with an impossibly serious droll, lifting up the torn hem of his coat to showcase the damage. For a person with his face gashed open, the Son of Sparda seemed far more tolerant of his own pain than the wear and tear of his clothing. It merely made Zangetsu laugh further out of masochism and mockery. Dante wasn't as skilled as the zanpakuto had witnessed prior, but he proved to be quite entertaining nonetheless, somehow.
While Zangetsu made his own show of tasting the half-devil' spilled blood, meanwhile, Dante's vision subtly darted about to track his missing blade. He had neglected the fact that his abilities were neutered here, and that he couldn't simply command his thrown weapon back to him at any given moment. The larger sword had batted Rebellion off to the side, and with a mental map, Dante tried to track where the weapon would've ended up. His assessment pointed his gaze just past Zangetsu, some distance behind him, towards the fountain that formed the centerpiece of the Nexus...
There, it laid, embedded in the stone chest of an angelic creature pouring a pot of water into the pool below. The devil hunter couldn't keep up his gun-slinging act forever while Zangetsu was catching on, and his advantageous range was being cut short anyhow. Even if that weapon wouldn't turn the tide of this battle, he simply needed it back, to carry his father's keepsake upon him always-!
The hollow's sick blood-licking show ended, and he reared back to thrust his sword into the half-devil. Dante himself stepped back, leaning forward, but instead of dodging, he attempted something far more bold. As the stab came, the Son of Sparda leaped up - the tip of the blade tracing a fine cut down his vestments - and planted his gun-toting hands on the sword. With impossible ability, Dante then pushed himself well upward into the air, granting an opportunity for the inverted gunslinger to rain down a quick shower of bullets. Within the moment, Zangetsu caught on and swing his blade around to defend himself as best has he could afford, a few trace shots still piercing at him ruefully.
Dante righted himself as he came down behind the hollow, but his enemy was still faster. Zangetsu whirled around with his weapon to hack at the half-devil's back, but only caught a few stray locks of snow-white hair, the devil hunter already rolling forward to kick off into a wild sprint. Returning his malicious grin to his face, the zanpakuto pursued.
The Son of Sparda was running as fast as his human legs could take him in a mad dash for the fountain. Recalling the battle, Dante turned back to unload a few shots with Ebony at the enemy following him- but Zangetsu was already upon him. A swipe of the massive sword hacked at Dante's hand, knocking the black handgun away. The half-devil stumbled to face Zangetsu fully, to take aim and put a bullet in the hollow's head- but then the stone rim of the fountain met his legs, and Dante fell back the moment he squeezed the trigger. Time seemed to slow as Zangetsu was given the last moments needed to finish his attack: another decisive blade thrust.
The weapon bore into his torso, flush under his ribcage, and forced his body back to be pinned to the fountain's centerpiece. Ivory hung limp in Dante's hand, as his glossing eyes met Zangetsu's own wicked stare, intensified by the black fluid running down his face. He'd missed. The white pistol fell from his twitching fingers, and he desperately reached up, reaching for his blade...
The hollow withdrew his namesake sword, and with a painful, guttural choke, Dante fell into the fountain's waters, the liquid staining a dark crimson quickly.
A brief moment of silence ensued, followed with Zangetsu's dark voice, "Farewell... Dante."
He laughed; simply and softly at first, then harder, faster, until he was roaring in cries of violent delight. Thus now began his new way of life, a new pursuit for-
"HHHRRRAAAAHHH!!"
A pillar of bloodstained water exploded from the fountain's pool, sending Zangetsu reeling back in shock. The scarlet mist fell, but the being that erupted from it remained further in the air yet. Demonic reverb tainting his voice, the devil careened down to meet the zanpakuto with Rebellion in arms.
Quote:Using Tier 1 Transformation Devil Trigger until next round - 2 SP. 0/2 SP remaining