Let Them Fight [Private]

It was an eventful day; several of his kind had broken loose into the human realm, and not a single shinigami seemed to appear at all. Yet there were all sorts of cemeteries to nourish oneself at and the cannibalism was in full swing.  Despite not indulging himself as of yet, two of his brothers had already been consumed in a blood bath sweeping through the countryside.  Dozens of cryptic graveyards dotted the countryside, though he was sure they were steadily getting closer to some sort of settlement.

It hadn't struck him to attack living people before, but his kin seemed to revel in the act.  They targeted a single massive structure and pinpointed the tiny creatures inside with impunity.  It made Ashmadu consider joining, but the two were soon at each other's throats.  And so it was that Ashmadu felt his blood urge him to ambush both while they were readily distracted by their petty rivalry.  His body was rippling with untamed reiatsu, a dead giveaway that went mostly unnoticed.

Crack.  Their lumbering limbs were locked in a tight embrace which he hastily interrupted, smacking the scrawnier looking freak with a massive fist.  They were both in shock, the victimized beast in shock and the other quickly fleeing their grudge match, adjusting to Ashmadu's aggression.  He sent two small blasts of reiryoku at Ashmadu, which were promptly denied by his pent up reiryoku expanding across the vicinity in a twenty-five meter radius.  His massive ear organ, even though clenched tight, throbbed from the sensation.

But the enemy was reeling as well, their hearing savaged by the wicked lengths Ashmadu was willing to resort to.  His tendrils began wriggling all around him, anchoring silken threads from the nearby trees.  The spacing between each one was quite large, the trees massive with roots burrowing deep and far.  It was the perfect trap for most, and Ashmadu quickly taunted the bulkiest one and kept an eye on the simpering remains of the other.

Techniques Used:
<sub>Name: La Trampa del Diablo | lit. Devil's Snare
Class: Hollow Power
Tier: III
Type: Binding
Range: 20 radial meters
Description: After extensive developments of arachnid traits, Ashmadu adapted his own silken threads which he uses to furnish and hunt. He secretes the modifiable formula from the tip of his prehensile spinal protrusions. They are used to many ends, such as surrounding himself in a protective layer of criss-crossing threads or securing mobile objects within their adhesive embrace. Preparation is as simple as pressing the web against another surface and stretching it across desired dimensions, or ejecting it out as a prehensile extension of his body that can move at double Cero speed. They bind with the strength of a corresponding tier Binding technique. They are virtually undetectable at night, but daylight's contrast with these sinewy threads makes them easier to distinguish.

Name: Explosión Sónica (Sonic Blast)
Class: Hollow Technique
Tier: III
Type: Offensive
Range: (25 radial Meters)
Description: Gathering reiatsu into the whole body, the user forces the gathered reiatsu out of the body forcefully, into a burst out manner, that is able to form a sonic blast, traveling at Half Bala speeds, at a 360 degree area around them, making the ground crack and damaging from the force anyone in range.</sub>

Crunch. He could feel his own bones shuddering beneath the strange of a massive pale orc's heaving hands. His fingers were like massive iron clamps. Quickly, quicker, his mind struggled to keep up.

Ever so delicately he weaved an earlier thread downward, lowering it like a noose over the brute's wrinkled face. He seemed to understand the situation and suddenly, Ashmadu's fingers were brutalized by this giant's vice grip. But there were many other arms weaving a silken death.

Just as soon as the enemy was bound, so too were the threads being squeezed tighter against him. His eyes began to swell and soon it all fell apart. But Ashmadu was wounded and discouraged, glumly casting an uncertain look at the other scrappier creature. Faster, too much faster.

He retreated further into the forest, pressing as many threads frantically across the forest as it moved towards him. It could see them however, and gave pause. After a few concerning looks it challenged them. Too eager. His prey's shiny carapace was glued to the strings.

Creeping towards the insectoid, his mouth meant to purchase flesh from its entrapped arm. Whack. It lashed his jaws back with a fierce parry from the still free side. But it was still entangled, and Ashmadu persisted to grapple with the beast.

Ashmadu was a swathe of angry arms violently grabbing for flesh, tearing at what it could reach, securing the prey's free arm with his own despite acquired injuries. Hungry, eat... He needed to gain back his strength. His hands were battered and agonized. But they could still carve up supper.

<sub>Devil's Snare (cont.)

Name: Nunca Mas | lit. Nevermore
Class: Hollow Power
Tier: III
Type: Supplementary Offensive
Range: 10 radial meters
Description: By remaining in contact with his silken string, Ashmadu can sharpen the fibers and constrict them around a bound opponent. This move is referred to as such because most enemies don't expect the sudden shift from binding to cutting and often react too late. It merely supplements the strings, adding a volatile layer which causes severe lacerations on contact supplemented by the rigid binding threads crushing down with Ashmadu's physical strength. If a target is not bound they can still be lashed, but the effects are not quite as traumatic.</sub>