Troubleshooting [Event/Invite]

The downed spirit raised its voice in an unholy roar that shattered nearby windows and left any person in its immediate area deafened from the noise. Its once immobile body now came back to life, its vital functions immediately resuming and repairing itself with terrifying speed as if they acted in concert with the primal rage it felt against the lowly human who had brought it down. Such a thing surely was impossible, a cruel trick played by fate, for how can such a weak creature be able to stand against its regal might?

Maybe it was some kind of primitive sense of pride which once more brought up its will to fight like it couldn’t bear the thought of leaving things the way they are, and truly, it wouldn’t leave it at that if it had anything to say about it. Not if it still had so much more to offer. So MUCH more.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGH!!!!!” it raged once again. If its opponent didn’t move from where he was standing, the spirit would surely take advantage and land in a first attack with its bare hands. He may not know it since its thoughts were probably filled with a false sense of security but a superior creature like itself didn’t need its blackened zanpakuto to deal with the upstart, especially since its chosen abilities made its whole body a living weapon in itself. If the rascal fancied hand-to-hand fighting so much it would be the pinnacle of irony if he would be killed by the same preference. 

TAGS: Grey Holloway

Mission: SURVIVAL Rules: 1. Survive for five (5/5) posts. 2. Turn-based battle system. 3. Normal post time limit (2 days). 4. Armor Item HP: 10,000HP 5. Loss penalty: Death DMG Roll: 1-3 - 1000 DMG 4-5 - 2000 DMG 6 - 3000 DMG DMG Reduction Ratio: It depends on the quality and realism of your posts. Excellent - Negate damage High - 1000 damage reduction Medium - 500 damage reduction Low - No damage reduction

Its almost featureless face let out a pleased growl and what could have not been anything less than a grin formed to curled dimpled skin managed to show itself, relishing in the fear it managed to elicit from its opponent. How quickly the tables had turned as the once doll-like entity now writhed with unparalleled power (HL-A) that far and away outclassed whatever pathetic excuse for an energy level the insect had. It wasn't even a fight anymore but an act of punishment aimed to utterly destroy the high-browed human for his unforgivable hubris. To match a god like itself? To sully its immaculate form with unworthy hands with reckless abandon? Oh yes, it would definitely enjoy this.

A loud sonic boom announced its initial attack, its muscled legs carrying it across the gap with every strained sinew they could muster. Its arms were raised in a predatory manner, razor sharp claws primed to rip through that tin can he dared call "armor". What a joke, a sham, from a worthless pile of shit who didn't even know just what kind of danger he had gotten himself into.

It growled again once the Dangai Spirit reached the midpoint of its run before it once again increased its pace to appear before the human like the nightmare it knew it was. A quick second was all it took for the entity to throw its corkscrew punch against its armored target, with all of its weight shifted into its spear-like knife-hand that it had planned to force into the bastard's throat so it could pull out his guts by the mouth. It looked forward to that prospect with murderous delight.

TAGS: Grey Holloway

If the beast were capable of humor it would find the man’s taunt to be as hollow as the pity it had felt for him when he challenged it to press on with the attack. The spirit didn’t need his dare since it already knew what he wanted to do next, although it was apparent that its initial attack wasn’t enough to break through the protective barrier.

The fiend allowed itself some time to examine the man in the armored suit and silently acknowledged its mistake. It wasn’t as weak as it had first thought so it needed to reassess its strategy once it managed to regain itself from that little exertion, pacing its own performance since it only had so much power to go by. To think that something made by human hands was capable of withstanding a godly strike was surprising, if it were capable of surprise. Instead, the resilient item only made the spirit more determined to destroy it and grind the bones of whoever wore it underneath.

Another feral growl preceded an enormous exertion of reiatsu, the creature now pulsating with destructive power enough to cause a crater on where it stood by the sheer force of the act alone. Its muscles now seemed harder than before, tendons strung tight like steel wires instead of organic sinew, and all of which ready to pass judgment against the man.

It only took a moment for the thing to copy its opponent’s stance as if in open mockery of him, and right before the beast released a series of lightning jabs strong enough cause a sonic boom and fire out destructive waves of reiatsu from its fist, one after another, as four waves of energy (Tier IV) raced towards its enemy at alarming speeds (Cero).

TAGS: Grey Holloway