Dinner and a Fight

Too many words. Far too many words, from what streamed out of the girls mouth he assumed she worked in administration and was hinting at something. But was far too tired, and his right ear was throwing off his hearing as it was pressed against the table. Yorishou was sure it was nothing important, the word diciplinery had been thrown around him so much lately that he had grown numb to it. In fact, he tended to zone out when it was mentioned so tha-food! Steaming chicken noodles with large chunks were slid next to his face and he perked up, snatching up the chopsticks he prepared to dig in.

Its probably a sadistic 11th division thing if you get happy when you hear screaming, the plane smothered with a reiatsu so melevolent that it took him a moment to realise it was not a dream. But it was more a relief of stress and energy, finally something to do, hopefully. It depending on how many others were going to stick thier noses in. He looked down sadly at his food, taunting him with its scents but could not now enjoy it.

At this point he noticed two things. One, was that the girl had already gone, a soft stepping noise over the anarchy and he was on his own. The patrons staring at him as if to beg him to do something about the slaughter going on. And two, there was a fight going on, and he took a second before the thought struck him that he could miss it if he did not get a move on. It worried him how calm he was, standing up and walking outside as the ink was carving through the hollow ranks. She seemed to have this under control his brain assured itself, you can go back in and eat his stomach said. "You are a blithering imbecile" his zan threw in.

Sigh, she was right. He stepped back inside, making the waitress faint with shock, grabbed the bowl and stepped back outside. It was not an overestimation of his powers, merely what he deemed logical. He was hungry and needed food, there was murder that needed stopping. Why not do both at the same time?

Tipping the bowl back as he ran past the girl towards the deathly doom chasm in the air. He pulled it away from his mouth, spun/threw it up into the air and presented his first card. His body turning blacker than the hole itself in a way not unlike his colleagues ink as it rippled over him, he triple punched a row of weaker hollow, thier bodies turning to the same marble he was before violently shattering. His body returning to normal, catching the bowl neatly in his left hand and continued eating.

Techniques used:

Name: Abyss armour
Class: Hand-To-Hand
Tier: III
Type: Defensive
Range: Self
Description: The user body is covered in a flawless pitch black marble look, that spreads over him from the hands at half-bala speed. When the user strikes or is striked by an object of equal or lower tier, it turns to black marble, and shatters into a natural form of it, not harming the user. The objects include but are not limited to walls, techs, and rolling boulders. Effect does not work against race items(zans, sealed dolls, quincy crosses etc), NPCs or OCs without OOC permission. Tech can be used as a base defensive(just blocks damage up to the tier) against melee, long ranged and h2h attacks. Lasts three posts.