Difference of opinion (INV)

'Hmm' Satoshi thought to himself. 'I happen to spend a lot of time in Naruki..' his thought continued. The Vizard was walking down a rather silent series of blocks towards lower downtown Naruki in search of anomaly's regarding the recent events of the three worlds. There have been strange spikes of Hollow spiritual pressure, then spiritual pressure from several races that then all suddenly disappear without a trace or thought. It seemed strange to him, and it was something he didn't enjoy being in the dark about. With his left hand in his pocket, Satoshi walked down the street in a gigai. He had one a striped blue and white suit set, with a white shirt, and a black tie. His usual yellow eyes were red due to the gigai, and he wore glasses to keep a different physical appearance. It made him appear more gullible, something he enjoyed fooling people into thinking right before he proves otherwise.

He was walking at a rather brisk base, until something caught his attention. At the very end of a turn, he could see..what appeared to be a lady walking into a rather makeshift fortress. Something about her seemed rather familiar, but he didn't really care at the moment enough to confirm his suspicion. That was his line of thinking, until with a slightly befuddled face, he walked through some sort of barrier. And in an instant following that moment he could hear gunfire beyond belief. He could not get a better sense of the situation as well now, as he could sense her energy to a better degree. She was definitely mortal, as he couldn't sense a purely spiritual presence, but she definitely had power that was equivalent to his own which happened to surprise him.

"Fuck it."

Satoshi shifted his position toward the metal base, and he could hear the gunfire growing with every step. He was getting either that woman, or the gang was keeping up some kind of spiritual barrier. Though due to the fact he couldn't sense any spiritual presence besides himself and her, it was most likely her. 'An auditory barrier, curious."

Walking up to take a peak, he heard a noise and felt a sensation the next minute. A bullet crackled in the night sky from a fort watch-post and scraped his hair. At that moment, his left glass lens cracked and became difficult to see out of, especially since they aren't prescription. His eyes lowered in extreme distaste for the ruining of his human equipment, as it cost money. And he had to steal the money which was not very exciting to him. His body began tensing, the muscles in his suit starting to become a bit more defined as he did so. His eyes darkened into a more crimson tone of red instead of the gigai's normal light tone.

'TINK' Another bullet crashed into the handle of the glasses and scraped the upper part of his middle finger knuckle. The glasses dropped and hit the floor with a surprisingly loud crash. And for a brief moment in the air, there appeared to be silence everywhere. But it was only Satoshi's hearing blacking out from irritation

'PWRAACK' His lifted swiftly and came down with enough force to not only shatter every part of plastic and glass his foot hit, but put a foot inch crater into the cement stone he slammed. Looking at the man who did it, he only had one thing to say.

"I liked those glasses." And his body disappeared in a flash-step.

Fighting and bloodshed always seemed to have its own sense of time and memory to people. Before and after, everything seemed to slow down and either come into a focus, or already be in one. But when it came to battles, it was almost as if it had its own dimension. People participating it never seemed to worry about what was going on outside of it, and even on the inside certain things could be immediately trivial. That is what Satoshi always loved about it. The ability to adapt, survive, and display your skill to people who do those things just as well, seemed to add a spark of excitement to his brain. During a battle, Satoshi hasn't found a single instance where he didn't enjoy some portion of it for those reasons. Talking could slowly reveal someones life-story, but clashing two blades you could feel someone's very soul and reason for being. In that moment, time slowed and the importance that you have goes through the roof.

Regardless of that, he was willing to live those moments short and sweet if the people who wanted to fight him pissed him off. Really short and sweet with a twist of half of these idiots' neck's. And that's exactly what his thought process was at the the very moment they decided to break his one and only pair of glasses. Ones he actually happened to enjoy wearing for human culture..one of the Vizard's uncouth traits. Flickers of energy were starting to go out, and even right before the Vizard had flash-stepped he could feel a slight uprise of energy..resembling a primal spiritual presence, much like hollows. But this one was different...Fullbringer. He knew he had felt it before, and even something about this particular one seemed..not too unfamiliar. But it wasn't a big enough indiciation to actually believe he had knew this person before. Regardless, that was the last thing on his mind.

He could tell people were having fun. He could feel other strong Reiatsu spiking every now and again, knowing she was using her abilities to fight the mortals.

'Such unrivaled Chivalry' He thought to himself. Mostly sarcastic, knowing he himself wasn't exactly the most..fair man. That was all too clear when his feet rooted on top of the metal wall, standing slightly above the people that were still shooting blindly on the wall-lookout platform. The fort went around in a large make-shift box, with a decently run-down bandit HQ in the center. Shifting his head left from right before someone notices he switched locations using flash-step, he got a good layout of the place. It appeared as though some of these gang members were actually in alliance with this Woman, slaughtering the men trying to escape. However, she seemd to have a specific goal in mind as a lot of the men were still scrambling around fighting hers. She didn't seem to take care of many of them. From his count, there were about 13 left. Looking down, there were five men still on the wall, and eight in tactical locations in an obvious attempt to return fire. It was time.

"Unacceptable behaviour. I'll make you all into a piece of Crimson art, and it will be called UNNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR." In extreme confusion, the men on the wall platforms spun around to look at the Vizard standing perfectly balanced on a thin piece of metal that he thought silly to be considered a 'wall'. In his cold and void heart world filled with no heat but all the oil you could imagine, a spark came to life. It danced at first when the glasses got struck..slowly gliding its way to the dark coating of unlit rage. Until finally, it hit his heart sparking a dire flame that no-one could possibly gaze upon without truly losing their sight. His eyes lit up with blood-lust whilst some of his hair stood up as if there were static electricity around him. His golden eyes turned in a horribly shimmering dark topaz while his nails seemed to take on a more acute/sharp form.

Guns started to blaze, and Satoshi's form cracked like a whip into action. His striped suit outfit, tie, and hair all seemed to stay behind with how fast his body spun. With a push of his right foot, the Vizard jumped into the air about half a meter and turned his body so that his torso was horizontol while simultaneously spinning like a table top. He spun 1440 degrees before landing in a perfect martial art formation on his feet. The point of this dodge was to angle himself so that the bullets aimed at him simply slipped right past his body perfectly. There movements were so slow compared to his own, he hardly even needed to worry about the bullets as long as he saw them trying to aim. His first target had an uzi, the enemy trying to bring his right hand down with the gun grasped into a pistol-whip straight for Satoshi's head. A truly sinister smirk broke across Yamada's face, both of his hands stuffed into his pant pockets. Placing his right foot forward, Satoshi's leg went inbetween the enemies leg, and his shoulder surged forward as he jerked his body to the right. The Uzi-man's body was caught completely off balance as the Vizar'ds foot hooked around the enemie's ankle as he pushed him. The jerking motion allowed Satoshi to directionalize the push. Another man looked at his friend being caught off balance, and aimed his gun at Satoshi's head as fast as he could. But he didn't realize what the Vizard had done before it was too late. The enemie's friend tripped right into him, catching them both off balance as they both fell with loud screams with a 15 foot drop to the ground on-top of supply crates, which a single man was attempting to hide behind for cover fire. This ruined his defense, knocking the two fallen men unconcious and causing the exposed male to get shot to swiss cheese. Three down, 10 to go. The Vizard spun around and his pace went into full sprint. With three men on the wall, all of them got into a formation in order to try and gang up on him. Guns aimed, they pulled the trigger.

Satoshi planted his feet into the platform causing it to splinter, but he came to a rather sudden stop. Applying his use of Bok Fu, the Vizard's stance quickly changed into a solid formation. That of the crane. With unexplainable ease, his right foot came up at a 90 degree angle to his left leg, and his two arms stuck up evenly with his shoulders as if he was trying to balance on a rope. With a little more attention, one could see he was actually bending his spine as well. All the points the volley of bullets would have hit were replaced by air, as he minimized how much space he took up spread over a distance. His bodly quickly re-positioned into its normal stance, and he surged forward once more as they sent enough volley of bullets forward. He did what appeared to be the same thing, only he kept moving while doing it, using his one remaining foot to keep pushing off the ground and dancing left and right around the bullets. He could have simply ended them instantly, but he was rather having fun showing to them they couldn't do jack shit. But enough was enough.

The men got uneasy as he approached, two of them dropping their guns and pulling out knives while the one in front tried to get a steady lock on the Vizard. Before he could, an in-human amount of speed was applied to him and he surged forward in a spin, his right fist coming around in a 180 backwards fist, knocking the barrel from the gun clean off into a deadly spin that was thrown towards one of the men that were fighting on the ground level, the metal piece spiking one of them in the back and sticking like a knife, he screamed in pain and got killed for losing concentration. The man didn't even realize what had happened, and attempted to fire another bullet. The other men stabbed at Satoshi, unable to get a good position as the platform was rather thin in terms of width, so it was mostly single file. When he tried to fire, it collided with the metal and caused a forced frictional explosion and backfired into his face, sending gunpowder and fragments into his face. Satoshi's hands still holding the glass threw it into the eyes of the other men trying to stab him, and they both flailed with their knives in their hands. One of the men cutting his comrade, causing him to fall off the platform without even trying to catch himself with glass in his eyes. The man with the fragments of metal in his face drew out his knife, unblinded and rushed towards Satoshi.

He brought it down toward his neck in a diagonal and downward slice. The vizards left hand went upward, catching the wrist of the man and he quickly tugged it downward with a twisting force. The wrist of the gang-member snapped horribly sending a bone sticking upward , and the man's body followed his wrist in pain and he knelt down screaming "GA-AH STOP". The other man was still screaming from glass in his eyes, attempting to find some sort of balance. The eight men on the ground finally started to notice Satoshi on the platforms, and two of them aimed their focus at him instead of at the Woman's men. A bad choice. Satoshi slammed his foot into the man's knee and he spun into a backflip landing hard onto the wood and shattering halfway into the platform before falling. As bullets started to rain, the Vizard quickly spun and grabbed the one last man on the platform and used him as a meatshield. Waiting for about 5 seconds before the men ran out of a clip of rounds, his head peaked over looking at the bullet-holes.

"Did ya miss me?" He laughs maniacally

He dropped the body onto the platform and then hopped down onto the ground level. The men's guns followed his movements, but he was still too fast. Starting his sprint pace, he went left and right in a zigzag, kicking up dust while making sure there was always debris in the way of the bullets. Purposelly disorenting them, he came upon three of the men hiding behind barrels. Bullets flew through the air on every side of the battlefield. As the gang-members stood up to face Satoshi, they ignored the Woman's men. However, they stopped aiming toward Satoshi, this led him to believe they thought he was an ally. He just wanted to fight. He leaped into the air above the men, and they looked at him in awe as his feet planted on top of the front man's gun as a stepping stone, and then slammed his soles into his shoulders, then clasping his shins around his neck. The man dropped his gun and went for his legs, but it was too late. The Vizard spun his body around as hard as he could while popping upwards. The man's head came off his shoulders in an un-clean rip, and the Vizard flipped into the air and as he came downwards, he used the momentum to catapult the head toward one of the remaining two men, the skull slamming right into his head so hard that the first skull splattered into gore, while the other man fell backward in a daze from brain damage as he got rocked. His body jerking as his nervous system fucked up, spraying bullets in every direction before falling. As he landed, he stood on one foot as his other came around in a spinning back-kick, cracking into the side of his opponents skull whipping it to the side before his body followed, snapping his neck and sending him spinning like a whirlwind into the metal wall, denting it and knocking a few bolts out of their holes. He fell back onto the ground with a thud, unmoving. Walking toward the unmoving body, he stood over it in silence. There was only silence. The remaining men had ran out of bullets, and they staired at Satoshi, waiting for his next move. The moment seemed like forever. He knelt down, slowly brought his hand up while his face was filled with wonder and anticipation, and he brought it down with his fingers pointed at the dead body's chest. It pierced right into his spine, and the muscles in the corpse jerked wildly as the Vizard ripped it out quickly, blood splattering his suit-jacket like art. He stood up as the men watched in horror and disgust, except for the Woman's men who seemed surprisingly okay with it. As if they had seen this type of behaviour before. Looked at the spine that now hung in his hand he smiled.

"Beautiful." He turned toward the last 5 remaining men, and he brought his arm up with the spine in it. He began spinning it around like a whip as he twisted his wrist. Slowly, he began pacing toward the men with a steady but quiet laugh that grew louder with each step.