Gate Inside [Inv/Koz]

The smoke clearing slowly with the lack of a breeze makes Gage anxious, the obscured vision leaving him feeling bare in the emptiness of the white all around him. Flicking his wrist the cannon turns to a green mist before dissipating as he tightens his grip on the blade in his hand. As the last of the smoke settles The Shinigami stands upright, his left arm bare and slightly scorched as the last remnants of a golden Kido Barrier fades away. "How can you be this short sighted? Why can't you just wait? Let yourself grow?! Get stronger and not give yourself up for what? The chance to be the strongest now?!" Spinning a full three sixty he drags the tip of his blade across the ground, earth somehow materializing below as he sends a wave of rock lurching out of the ground like a shockwave at Gage.

Instinct took over, Gage crossing his arms as a green mist materializes around him, solidifying into the entirety of a Tiger Tank with him at its core. The stone rocks hit like a train, lifting the tank and sending it flipping end over end, one of the steel tracks on its passenger side ripping free and sprawling on the ground meters away. From inside the tank it was surreal, the world flipping end over end, until it lands with a crash on its side, launching Gage from the top as if it were not solid. Inside the tank he was encased in a shell of mild safety but in his Shinigami form he was stronger in all aspects, Soul Communication included, the blow strong enough to bruise several ribs and bust Gage's lip.

Standing Gage spits the blood to the side, his eyes tracking the Shinigami as he turns his head. "Then I just sit by right? Train alone because there are no other Fullbringers to work with. Wait for the strength to come to me as the fans of war bolster the Quincy? No. That's not an option." Launching forward Gage clashes blades once more, the speed of their exchanges leaving only blurs of motion. Speed beyond mortal eyes launched them back and forth but Gage was tiring out the Shinigami. While in his Soul Reaper form he was stronger Gage had the edge of weight. One of the biggest assets in close combat for him was that it made his body nearly two tons, each clash for Gage feeling like the full swing of a wrecking ball. Sweat was building up on the Shinigami's brow, anger and frustration evident in his face.

"NO! I WILL NOT DIE FOR A FIGHT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME!" Launching back in the Shinigami clashes once more, his arm exhausted from the intense weight of their blade play. A quick snap kick from the Shinigami catches Gage in the side, doubling him over and sending him tumbling backwards winded. Gage felt it, his eye contact had broken for a moment and he could feel the descending Shinigami closing in on him. Blindly throwing his own blade it flies through the air, dead aim at the throat of the approaching Soul Reaper. It was no use though, his own battle instincts bolstered by the fear of death. A quick parry from the Zanpakto in his hand knock the saber away to clatter to the ground.


Still charging forward he lunges, the tip of the blade catching Gage in the stomach, erupting from Gage's back with a small explosion of blood. Together they stood, Gage's resting his hand on the handle of the blade on top of the Shinigami counterpart's hand. "You will thank me for this later. I know you will." Gage looks up, their eyes locking.

"I will thank you now," Gage uses his free hand and a surge of Soul Communication energy to grab the tank track, flinging through the air to collide with the soul reaper, the weight and momentum ripping the blade from his grasp and sliding him on the ground while it snakes about him. The tank track, cinching and coiling around his body like a boa constrictor seals his arms to his sides and locks his legs out stretched. "NO! STOP IT!" Gage draws the blade out, his face contorting with pain as he feels the edge slice into his tightening muscles.

Gage's eyes shine, a light glowing brighter every passing moment. Ten meters above him a tear in space splits horizontally, stretching side to side to a width of nearly a hundred meters, splitting vertically like a massive eye. The sound of a massive fog horn rings out, thundering across the ground, signaling the approach of Gage's greatest ability. One that he has never used and never show a soul, save for himself in this instant. "I am willing to make this sacrifice. I know you are too." On the ground his Shinigami form struggles, energy welling up to the point of light beaming out of the cracks in the tracks, enough so that even the track made of metal begins to shatter.

Gage raises his Zanpakto, 'aiming' the blade at the Shinigami on the ground as the Battle Ship floats into view in the massive rift behind him. Brimming with cannons and machine guns they rotate, locking in on Gage's reluctant Manifestation. All firing at once the sound is deafening, explosive rounds detonating with the force of bombs, machinegun rounds showering the sky with tracers and anti air flak guns rattling off air burst round after air burst round on his prone form. This was it though, falling to one knee Gage feels the last of his energy seep out of him, his vision fading before being engulfed in black, the comforting rest of darkness. Just in time for his eyes to flutter open, the golden pillar shattering, falling to the ground and turning to dust.