09-22-2015, 04:15 PM
The fountain had changed once again to something more symbolic on Dante's behalf. It was an angel with broken wings, with a stream of clouded water spilling from its wound onto Dante's head, who lay limp in the crimson water. Zangetsu smile softened. In a battle of instinct the one with the better gut would be the victor.
As Dante, his guts were probably swimming among the water. The spirit had hoped to be wielded once more, but fate would prove his hopes to be false. In this world he was his own person, entirely whole. Joining with his opposition awakened the fragments of human curiosity within him. With the cost of one life, Zangetsu was able to open the door and make one for himself.
His eyes trailing off Dante's body, he turned and started to walk away, something he would regret deeply later.
The ground shook and the wind blew over Zangetsu as Dante's body changed. Clad in black armor, the new figure charged from the crumbling fountain Rebellion at the ready and coursing with energy and blood-lust.
The Zanpakuto spirit barely could turn and block the slash that dared to decapitate him. The blow managed to nearly knock him off his feet, sending him sliding a few feet backwards. Dante or whoever the hell this was calmly held rebellion at the side, wordlessly inviting Zangetsu on.
"The name's Dante, Son of Sparda"
From deep within his memories, Zangetsu caught glimpses of strange power and strength. From what he saw, Dante's father was rumored to be a being of unimaginable power. Could this be that power?
"Finally. Dante", Zangetsu chuckled as he tore the top half of his tattered robes off, tossing them aside. He revealed his lanky and thin body to be battered, bruised, and even torn in some places. His body was not durable. As a result some well placing rounds actually embedded themselves into his skin. Black, smoke-like energy flowed from these wounds. The spirit charged, wildly striking with his blade, and each slice meeting one from Rebellion without much effort on Dante's part. Zangetsu's sword had weakened seemingly, with each blow chipping and cracking at its steel. Could it be that
Dante-boy had surpassed him in strength? It would seem so, as each parry nearly tore his sword from his hands. Zangetsu could nearly feel the power flowing off of him.
It would seem Zangetsu wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer, and from how powerful that transformation was, the sword assumed when its energy ran out he'll be dry as well. Taking his own self into his hands, Zangetsu charged, pushing forward all energy he had left into one last strike. He sent his life-force covered tip to impale Dante once more, But Dante was just as fast this time. Dante and Rebellion knocked the blow away with greater force than the white spirit could muster, knocking the blade from his grasp. The blade skidded away, sliding along the smooth floor of the nexus.
Without a word nor a moment the black armored being sent a powerful kick into Zangetsu's chest, hastily grounding him with a dull thud. Zangetsu winced and looked up at Dante, his grin ever so plastered upon his face, and with good reason. This man had unlocked some power deep within himself. A power greater than Zangetsu's instinct. This man had no reason to wield Zangetsu, nor did he need to.
He held something much greater within himself.
'Dante and Rebellion... better fitting.. than I
"Finish it.. Dante.",Zangetsu urged, his body relaxing as the sharp tip of Rebellion lay only a few inches from his chest. As a spiritual being, he did not fear death. As a weapon he lie cracked, chipped, and dulled.
As Dante, his guts were probably swimming among the water. The spirit had hoped to be wielded once more, but fate would prove his hopes to be false. In this world he was his own person, entirely whole. Joining with his opposition awakened the fragments of human curiosity within him. With the cost of one life, Zangetsu was able to open the door and make one for himself.
His eyes trailing off Dante's body, he turned and started to walk away, something he would regret deeply later.
The ground shook and the wind blew over Zangetsu as Dante's body changed. Clad in black armor, the new figure charged from the crumbling fountain Rebellion at the ready and coursing with energy and blood-lust.
The Zanpakuto spirit barely could turn and block the slash that dared to decapitate him. The blow managed to nearly knock him off his feet, sending him sliding a few feet backwards. Dante or whoever the hell this was calmly held rebellion at the side, wordlessly inviting Zangetsu on.
"The name's Dante, Son of Sparda"
From deep within his memories, Zangetsu caught glimpses of strange power and strength. From what he saw, Dante's father was rumored to be a being of unimaginable power. Could this be that power?
"Finally. Dante", Zangetsu chuckled as he tore the top half of his tattered robes off, tossing them aside. He revealed his lanky and thin body to be battered, bruised, and even torn in some places. His body was not durable. As a result some well placing rounds actually embedded themselves into his skin. Black, smoke-like energy flowed from these wounds. The spirit charged, wildly striking with his blade, and each slice meeting one from Rebellion without much effort on Dante's part. Zangetsu's sword had weakened seemingly, with each blow chipping and cracking at its steel. Could it be that
Dante-boy had surpassed him in strength? It would seem so, as each parry nearly tore his sword from his hands. Zangetsu could nearly feel the power flowing off of him.
It would seem Zangetsu wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer, and from how powerful that transformation was, the sword assumed when its energy ran out he'll be dry as well. Taking his own self into his hands, Zangetsu charged, pushing forward all energy he had left into one last strike. He sent his life-force covered tip to impale Dante once more, But Dante was just as fast this time. Dante and Rebellion knocked the blow away with greater force than the white spirit could muster, knocking the blade from his grasp. The blade skidded away, sliding along the smooth floor of the nexus.
Without a word nor a moment the black armored being sent a powerful kick into Zangetsu's chest, hastily grounding him with a dull thud. Zangetsu winced and looked up at Dante, his grin ever so plastered upon his face, and with good reason. This man had unlocked some power deep within himself. A power greater than Zangetsu's instinct. This man had no reason to wield Zangetsu, nor did he need to.
He held something much greater within himself.
'Dante and Rebellion... better fitting.. than I
"Finish it.. Dante.",Zangetsu urged, his body relaxing as the sharp tip of Rebellion lay only a few inches from his chest. As a spiritual being, he did not fear death. As a weapon he lie cracked, chipped, and dulled.
Quote: Round 3 over. fight ready for judgin'