The Dangai Spirits 1.008 [EVENT]

The day had started like any other -- dull and dreary, or as the optimist in Yuki would proclaim: calm and serene. The clouds hung silently, the drab sky evoking a sense of listlessness within Yuki. So much work to do, so much paper work to file, so many commands to compile, it was never a pleasure. The cafe at least, kept his mind clear, the delicious scent of tea and coffee wafting through the air, the thrumming and murmurs of conversation around him evoking a sense of belonging, bringing him closer to humanity, to the peacefulness of the day to day and community.

Suddenly, there was a since of disturbance. Something... off. Distortion, disruption, a sense of dread in the calm, a maelstrom of discontent. Thinking it to be his imagination, or perhaps the Taco Bell from the night before, Yuki resigned himself to enjoying his delicious beverage. That is until the shots rang out, as shots are want to do. A devastating screech of monstrous proportions originating from a few blocks away, shattering the glass and leveling areas surrounding its epicenter.

Now drenched in tea, Yuki shuffled from the table, rubble aside him. He straightened his outfit, shaking refuse from his hair while he followed his spiritual sense, the powerful disruptive force tugging him towards it, like a hellish beacon, beckoning him towards damnation. It wasn't long before he leveled his gaze on the monstrosity, a shadow like entity of odd composition, certainly unlike any hollow he'd ever before laid eyes upon. Normally. the ideal strategy would be to lure the target away, but its wanton destruction made it clear that such endeavors would only result in more casualties.

He snuck forward, his spiritual presence masked as he summoned his spiritual weapon at his side, releasing a swathe of reishi projectiles from its gleaming black edge as it completed its slash in measured synchronicity. Killing the monstrosity wouldn't refund his beverage, but it was the next best thing.

Ferocity. Mindless violence and destructive revelry. These seemed to be the drive of the shadowy abomination, a primal monstrosity. Such a rampant torrential force would need to be dealt with in the swiftest, most effective manner possible.

Razor sharp claws came at Yuki, attempting to rend him, flesh and bone, in twine. The creature would obviously anticipate that he would dodge, reacting in such a manner as to protect himself, as any aggressive creature would assume of a lesser entity under the fury of its onslaught. Yuki's goal wasn't to dodge, however. Instead, he would attempt to take the monster by surprise, absorbing its blow in an attempt to catch it off-guard and end the encounter. It was a high risk, high reward endeavor.

His skin began to harden in anticipation, the reishi surrounding him causing his skin to become solid, sturdy like a fine metal. In tandem, the veins spider-webbing along his exposed extremeties began to glow with a blue luminescence, the reishi within him reinforcing his defenses as well. In stride with its stroke, he would embrace the swing, leaving as little space for his target, and himself, as possible. "A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed" he would mutter, waiting to align the final note of the incantation, the crescendo, at the completion of its swing, when it was most off balance, "GRITZ!" he would shout, the reishi exploding outward from the silver tube, attempting to engulf the beast within its powerful confines.