A contract gone wrong [Arashi | Inv ]

It didn’t take long for his target to come waltzing on through almost unassumingly, the white haired man eating some ice cream with some fellow friends. Not exactly what the bount had expected but not exactly a major deterrent, they would either serve as collateral or abandon the man once things got heated up enough. Drawing in a deep breath the bount relaxed himself, it was strange that he’d never felt this tense before. There was something offputting about this guy, he was way too . . . . aloof for the bount’s liking. It honestly felt like he was the one walking into a trap and not vice versa.

Shaking off his his fear the bount would exhale sharply as he entered into a step, appearing right above his target the bount would use gravity and his momentem to plant both feet into the man’s shoulders and drive him into the ground. Hoping to catch him by surprise quickly enough to allow him to despatch him quickly. He would not announce his entrance nor hold back a single iota, he had a hunch he would not need to.

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It’d been long since Chareos had tasted the asphalt, come to think of it there wasn’t really a moment where he had in all his life. Until this very moment as it were, iron like fingers coiled around his ankles and would redirect his momentum into the the pavement near his victim. His entire body shuddered neath the impact of his own weight smacking against the pavement, immediately the bount’s legs would coil back as if attempting a backwards somersault before vaulting himself upright. Any bruising or grazed skin immediately being healed up by his reishi regeneration.

Looks like i’m in over my head here

Thats new, he grunted, his mask revealing nothing of his facial features. I hadn’t anticipated they’d send me after someone so . . . .nimble. The bount would lunge towards the white haired man once again, this time, his opponent would notice that he was significantly faster, moving at almost thrice his initial speed. His huge

arm cocked back to catch his opponent clean in the jaw. Should this land, the bount would follow up with a barrage of punches in an attempt to overwhelm his opponent with the sheer volume of punches at such high speed.

Whoever this guy was, he would definitely be worth the payload to capture.

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Chareos would regret each and every punch that landed on the man, it felt like striking a wall with his bare hands. Yet he continued in the hopes of wearing down this guy’s seemingly unnatural defenses. Each punch faring no better than the last until the man finally caught one of his fists, flashing him an unsettling smile before making a comment about how he’d been meaning to scratch an itch on his face. The bount’s face nearly dropping in his mask.

What are yo—, a powerful blow would come from below the bount, connecting before he could even register. It made no sense, surely he was faster, this was his merged state after all and yet this guy had taken it like it was nothing. Before he could even process the initial blow a second one would catch him right across the face, sending the hulking bount skidding across the terrain. Both hits felt like being almost 10x as strong as his own. Halting himself, Charoes would swiftly right himself, before spitting out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth from the blow, like clockwork his reishi regeneration would kick in, healing up any bruising the hu. . .shinigami had caused.

If it wasn’t clear then, it was now that this guy wasn’t at all normal. But that wouldn’t deter the bount by any means, a step would carry him infront of the shinigami, his left leg already extending out to catch him across the face, before following up with a second barrage of punches. Though these were more to probe for any soft spots on the man’s being rather than causing intense damage.

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The sickening snap of his knuckles and bone crunching together was a sight to make even the most grisled of fighers squeamish, having just endured utter humiliation this sequence by having most if not all his attacks blocked by the shinigami only seemed to make things a lot worse. To compound things even further the man seemed to move like a lightning bolt, Charoes barely registering the pain in his left hand before being hoisted from behind and lfung into yet another building.

His reishi regeneration didn’t need activating thing time, having been on standby moments before the bount’s body immediately set about negating all the damage he’d received as the shinigami sought his own weapon. It seemed like direct confrontation would serve him no good in this encounter and so the bount would have to force his opponent’s hand, as the man’s fingers curled across his blade a barrage of fist shape proectiles would bombard his being, whilst not potent enough to deal significant damage they would hopefully buy the bount enough time to stabilize himself and his injured hand in order to fight again. One thing was for sure though, the shinigami’s goading was not good for his peace of mind.

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With distance came space, with space time. Time that Chareos would put to good use healing himself as the shinigami recuperated. Within seconds any injury inflicted by the man would all but be a memory of seconds gone. This was what had kept the bount from immediately fleeing given the clear gap in their strength, his ability to heal from almost any wound as the battle went on regardless of its severity, essentially turning a battle of skill into a battle of attrition and Chareos was nothing but persistent. Eventually the shinigami would tire and make a mistake, slip up somewhere and there the bount would capitalize. For now he would stick to the basics, not overreaching with his attacks.

Business, he replied curtly as the shinigami would appear before him, stabbing his zanpakuto into the bount’s shoulder which would turn inky black upon contact, stepping into the second attack the bount would wrap both his arms around the shinigami’s elbows respectively. Pulling back with enough force to just the connecting bone out of position. If succeseful both arms would be rendered useless as far as wielding a weapon was considered.

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The satisfying popping sensation of bones moving under his arms was like music to the bount’s ears, he’s managed to land a criticl blow to the shinigami. But this too would come with its own costs as Arashi would move to kick him right on the chest, where his sternum was located. The organ caving into the force of the blos which would cause the bount to release his opponent and step a few meters back. It was definitely a bad injury to take, especially considered how strong his opponent was. But to Chareos, injuries meant nothing, his reishi regeneration already working on repairing whatever damage would have been inflicted by the force of the shinigami’s kick. With such a tool, the bount could fiht unabated and more freely, whereas his opponent could not.

Almost immediately the bount would continue on the offensive front, barraging the shinigami with fist projectile rain before using springen to move in behind his foe and assault him from the rear with such speed that, should both barraage’s connect, they would do so at the same time.

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Rain. What had initially began as pregnant clouds now bore fruit into heavy downpour, cascading down the battlefield and soaking both the bount and his opponent. For the most part Chareos remained satisfied with this recent exchange between him and Arashi, though he couldn’t help but feel he’d only really begun to scratch the surface. The shinigami was formidable he’d give him that at the very least and he’d appreciated the dislocating of the man’s arms, it would give him only the slightest of advantages in that, even as Arashi moved to relocate both his dislocated arms, both would still be stiff and tender for a while, meaning he’d find any sort of melee exchange somewhat uncomfortable.

Ever the opportunist however, the bount would continue his offensive. A step bringing him right in front of his opponent, to which the bount would follow through, aiming a sharp right knee to his kneeling opponent’s face. Should he miss, he anticipated, he would launch another barrage of fist shaped projectiles where his opponent would reappear.

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It was a weird sensation, getting kicked in the nether regions. Chareos had never had the discomfort of experiencing such a pain. That was until now anyway, Arashi seemed to move like a blur to the bount, one moment he had the advantage the next he could feel the unforgiving heel of the shinigami plant deeper and deeper into his unmentionables, thankfully the balls themselves would part under the impact of the foot, lessening the overall pain of the blow but the move was one that temporarily debilitated the bount so much so that he had to take a moment in order for his reishi regeneration to completely remove the pain as well as the damage.

That was a low blow, and one that would set the bount off, breaking his often cool and calm demeanour as anger pierced through the unrevealing mask. As the bount fell to his knees momentarily in an attempt to recuperate, a much large fist shaped projectile would appear just under the shinigami’s right leg, aiming to catch him just before he lowered it the projectile would slam into the shinigami’s own testes with much the same venom he’d struck the bount with. A sound tit for tat that would allow both of them some breathing room if it hit.

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Blackness washed over the bount like the embrace of the very sea itself. What had happened?, Where was he, almost immediately his mind went back to the fight he’d had with the shinigami, how he’d landed his own attack moments before Arashi would spark up as if lightning incarnate, the energy passing from his body to Chareos’ own. From impact alone the bount could feel the sheer gap in their strength, and at that very moment he knew he was at death’s very door. That was when the blackness had washed over the bount, a sea of night swallowing his very being.

Fufufufu, it seemed to cackle at him. Quite the predicament you’re in boyo. Charoes remained silent, unable to speak let alone move. Ohhh poor poor you, it conintued, look at you, you’re practically almost dead. All that money you amassed for what now? Not even gonna get to spend a dime. Chareos couldn’t breathe and yet he didn’t feel like he needed to either. There was a moment of silence as he simply waxed and waned in and out of consciousness.

Tell you what, the darkness would speak again this time, since I like you so much I’ll give you another chance, after all you’ve been keeping me pretty busy with your own little business so consider this your little. . . . paycheck. . . . .for services rendered, I’ll even add a little overtime since you’ve been so . . . .hard working.

As the voice continued the darkness would begin to fade and Chareos would become aware of his own body and surroundings once more. His eyes creaking a glance at his barely recognizable body, charred black with energy, flesh melding into bone and exposing a variety of terribly cooked organs, the bount looked like a poorly cooked roast at the hands of one who was just learning how to cook.

Oh right, the darkness spoke as though one who had forgotten to do something, I forgot to give you your little extra. Next time though, when you see me, it’ll be to hand in your weeks notice.

With those words Charoes' body would surge with reishi, like the eruption from a volcano it would fan out in an overwhelming pulse to his nearby surroundings. Almost immediately his organs would regenerate nigh instantaneously, skin that was once charred black returning to baby smooth complexion. Within seconds he would have completely regenerated, as if having been hit with nothing at all.

I suppose I should thank you, shinigami, he would speak his first full sentence, because of you . . . I can finally attain this . . . new level. He would stand there, a monster of muscle, like a newly created Frankenstein before his creator. The image would only last a fraction of a second as all the reishi would immediately dissapate, as if having been swallowed. Appearing before the shinigami before he would even have time to blink, the bount would flash a wicked grin. Using his newfound speed and power to take his opponent by surprise Chareos would bombard the shinigami with a flurry of body blows, seeking to break whatever he could with sheer speed and ferocity alone.

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