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| The Toast King | Jan 7 2010, 08:48 PM Post #1 |
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In a small town in the middle of the country, people gather outside to watch a meteor shower that night. Lawn chairs and soda coolers are set up everywhere while people get ready for the light-show. Unknown to them, someone else has been looking forward to this night. In the sky above the town a Garganta opens up. A group of about ten hollows steps through, an entourage surrounding an Arrancar in the center. The light from a street light illuminates a crescent shaped mask over a mad grin. "Just as I promised." He said to his followers. "In a few moments they will turn out all the lights, sit down, and stare at the sky. Easy pickings for all of you." The street lights began turning off and he disappeared into to the darkness without the sound of laughter. The sound was soon drowned out by the roars of the hollows as they moved into the unsuspecting town. |
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| anon | Jan 8 2010, 04:54 PM Post #2 |
 
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He sat with his family - his dad, his mam, and his sister - waiting eagerly for the meteor shower to start. Astrology had never much interested him, truth be told, and he scoffed at the notion that stars could predict the daily lives of individual people, but something like this was too good to miss. 'Once in a lifetime' the paper had said. They sat on a grassy hill on a spread blanket, his mam and dad lying next to one another propped up on their elbows, his sister off to one side, thighs cuddled to her chest. Their breaths clouded in front of them; it was a cold night after all, and they'd all wrapped up warmly, too. He was wearing his tan, sheep-skin jacket, the one that made his skinny body look bulky, zipped right up to the nose, along with a pair of his non-ripped jeans, frayed gloves, a colourful scarf and a wool hat. Almost a hundred other people milled around them in their family units. Forty or so families, in all, all come together on this one night to watch something last seen God knew how many years ago. A thousand? Two thousand? He didn't know exactly, but he knew enough to be impressed. The stars above burned in a clear sky. The moon was low, a silver sliver against the darkness. That was lucky, according to reports on the news. A full moon would reduce visibility of the meteors. "David." He took his eyes from the sky and latched them onto his dad, who had spoken his name. His dad - everyone said they looked alike, from the square chin to the slightly downturned mouth to the dark hair - was watching him, his head cocked slightly, with a can of lager in one outstretched hand. "Well? Do you want one or not?" he asked impatiently. This was something of a turn up for the books. David, a final-year high school student, had been drinking for three years. Without his parent's knowledge, he thought, though he wasn't sure anyone could be that naive. His dad had consistently and often told him, lectured him, warned him, threatened him, bribed him, and guilted him in a many-year long period of anti-alcoholic campaigning. And now he was offering him a can of lager as if it was the most natural thing in the world? David said; "I'm sixteen. You've said it yourself a lot of times. Too young." "Not tonight," his dad grinned. "Just for tonight, for this special occasion, you can join your old man in a can or two. If you want to." In the darkness it was hard to tell, but he thought his dad's eyes had shifted momentarily to his mam. "Your mother says it's okay." "All right," he said, leaning across to take the can. He felt really grown up all of a sudden, like, instead of father-allowing-son-to-drink-together, they were friends-having-a-drink-together. Equals, almost. Perhaps his old man was coming round to the fact that David was becoming an adult. If so it was about time. "Thanks, dad." "Ellie?" "Yeah?" his little sister called. "You want a can too?" That deflated his ego. Dad was just being dad, it seemed. David pulled on the ring of the can -spkt- and took a swig. Stella Artois. Not his favourite, but it'd do. Ellie declined the drink and his dad took his place back beside his mam, putting one arm around her. A spark of tension ran up his spine, shivering cold, making him shake his head and almost drop the can. He put it down and sat up, suddenly, looking around with trepidation. He only got that feeling when ghosts were active. Damn! He had hoped for a quiet night watching the meteors, but, he supposed, should he really be so surprised that a wandering spirit or two had come to see as well? Perhaps attracted by the hubbub of nearly a hundred living souls in one location, or maybe by the very event itself. Who knew the reasoning of ghosts? Who knew how they thought, or what they talked about? David got to his haunches and tapped his dad on the shoulder. "Going for a wee," he said, and regretted it instantly. It made him sound about eight years old. He coughed, clearing his throat, and tried to recover himself; "Going to the toilet, dad." "Right, son," his dad said absently. His mam, short-haired and very thin, turned her head. "Hurry, you might miss something." "I will," he answered, and walked off. As he went he kept his eye open for single people, for people with chains hanging from their chests. They were the spirits, the restless ones, the ones that, for years now, he'd been seeing, speaking to, touching, and keeping company until they moved on. He hadn't meant to, at first, but they were so... pathetic. So lonely. He hadn't been able to stop himself from getting involved, and that had turned into a habit. Somewhere behind him a firework screamed and lit up the night. David ignored it, continuing with his search. OOC: Two things.
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| The Toast King | Jan 8 2010, 06:29 PM Post #3 |
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This is a casual roleplay. However many characters you want(within reason of course) and no profiles are necessary. ______________________________________________________ The hollows crept through the near pitch black town. Taking advantage of the newly available shadows, they positioned themselves around the people waiting for the meteors. One of them saw a human spirit and tried to lunge out at it, only to be stopped by another hollow. "Remember what the boss said." He told him as he pulled him back. "We all pick a target then wait for the signal to start feeding." The one who attacked gave him a disregarding grunt as he moved to a different area to choose his first target. He had a long centipede like body and a pair of three clawed hand sprouting from the side of his head, which looked small compared to them. Being the strongest hollow present, he resented that they were taking orders from someone they just met. He then saw David, who had a peculiar smell to him. He'd eaten a human like that before and the idea of reliving that experience sent a surge of joy down his body. He chose him as his first target and waited for the signal, getting a thrill from the anticipation. As the firework lit the sky both him and David were illuminated for a second. He just stood there waiting, not aware of whether David had, or even could, see him. |
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| anon | Jan 9 2010, 04:57 PM Post #4 |
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He was close to just giving up, truth be told. Ten minutes had passed since he'd left his family and he hadn't seen a single lonely spirit. But the feeling - that skin-crawling, hair-raising feeling - remained. Something was wrong here tonight. David stopped and looked around one more time, telling himself that, if he saw nothign this time, he'd go back to watch the fireworks with his mam, dad, and sister. Item one, he saw: family. Mother, father, son, happily awaiting the meteors. Item two: four young men sharing cigarettes and booze. Item three: a grandmother and father with two grandchildren, who stared up at the sky in openmouthed wonder. Item five... Hmmm. That's odd. A patch of air between the grandparents/grandkids group and another clump of people - mostly adults - was blurry. An odd shape of blurry, if you could say that about a blur. There was a tree behind it and the leaves were a green blob, the trunk a brown stain. As he watched it it seemed to shift, to move slightly, and David frowned. He had a very bad feeling about that blur. Insane to think so, but there you go. Creeping fear made him shiver, made goosebumps raise on the skin of his arms. He licked his lips nervously, wondering whether he was being irrational, whether he should go back to his parents, or investigate further. David reprimanded himself. That was cowardly thinking, an attempt to avoid the source of his unease. He made himself step forward, towards the blur, straining his unusual senses towards deciphering the strange phenomena among the living families. |
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| The Toast King | Jan 9 2010, 06:34 PM Post #5 |
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All of the hollows were starting to get impatient. The one stalking David was enjoying the wait. It reminded him of his "youth" when he would silently stalk his prey and strike before they could react. He watched David but became concerned when he started staring at something. He was looking in his direction, but there was nothing around him that a human could see except for a tree. The idea that he could see him ran through his mind and he tried to ignore it, but then he started moving towards him. He was confused about the situation until he saw the Arrancar in the air above all of them. An orange glow came from his hand, the signal to get ready. He moved towards David and circled him with his long body to prevent escape if he ran. The orange glow from the Arrancar began growing into a dome shape over them, a barrier that would keep Soul Society from noticing them while they fed. He moved his face on a few feet from Davids and had his claws waiting to grab him. When the barrier touched the ground, the feast would begin. |
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| anon | Jan 10 2010, 12:47 PM Post #6 |
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David paused, his eyes narrowing. Had that blur just moved? It had. Smoothly, wriggling, like a snake through sand, until the blurred air completely encircled him. He turned, unselfconsciously frowning, and reached out with a hand to try and touch the haze. His hand touched nothing. For a moment he thought perhaps he was imagining it, but he discounted that. Too many years seeing ghosts had ground a solid sense of reality and unreality in him. Whatever he was seeing really was there. A spiritual phenomena. "Hello?" Talking to empty space, he felt stupid, but forced himself. "Is there someone there? You don't need to worry. I'm a friend." |
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| The Toast King | Jan 10 2010, 09:31 PM Post #7 |
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David's words amused the hollow. He seemed to be able to sense his presence but obviously couldn't see him. As the barrier touched down, the spiritual energies within it were focused, sharpening anyone's spiritual sense. The hollow saw how powerful David really was, making the meal all the more exciting. "There is someone here." He replied. "And there is need to worry. I'm not a friend." On that he wrapped his hand around the humans chest and tried to crush the life out of him. At the same time, the other hollows started to attack. Most of them went after human souls they had found, but a few of them had chosen living targets. The Arrancar who organized this watched from the sky with a grin on his face. "Eat up boys." He whispered. "This will truly be the greatest feast I have ever had." |
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| anon | Jan 11 2010, 12:48 AM Post #8 |
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David was taken up in the Hollow's hands. He struggled uselessly, and screamed in agony when the crushing force of the monster's grip bent his ribs and squashed his spinal column together. The pain was so intense he blacked out, awakening a few seconds later to see - really see - the beast that had him trapped. Where before it had been just a blur, now he could see every horrific detail, and that made him scream once again. Nobody noticed. His screams were drowned by others, by a stampede of people trying to escape from the area as the Hollows got to feeding. Only one person present, apart from the Arrancar, was silent among the chaos. He was a lanky figure dressed in baggy, torn jeans, open-toed sandals, and a baggy white T-shirt. Long black hair whipped about his head, snagged by the wind, which was savage at that height. Stood atop the roof of a nearby building, he wore a white skull-mask with three horns... one extending from his left cheek, one extending from his right upper lip, and one growing from the right side of his chin. Each curled back towards the back of his head. He was watching the carnage below through three baleful yellow eyes, his gaze and his pesquisa fixed on David. Gripping his zanpakuto, the mysterious Vizard leapt from the building and charged the Hollow holding the young Human, swinging his sword in a savage arc at knee height, aiming to reduce the monster's mobility. He screamed as he charged, a bone-chilling battle chant of a single, wordless cry of rage. |
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| The Toast King | Jan 11 2010, 05:45 AM Post #9 |
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The hollow was opening his mouth to consume David, when he spotted the Vizard charging him. He quickly dropped David and moved away, but not fast enough to completely dodge the attack. The slash took off about six of his many legs, which he viewed as an exceptable loss. He straightened his body and lifted off the ground, his length stretching him 12 feet up, and started vibrating his sectioned body, making a high pitched screeching noise meant to disorient the attacker. When he was certain his attack had taken effect, he came crashing down trying to squeeze the Vizard in his long body. The other hollow had already eaten their targets as well as several more people who hadn't been able to get away. They noticed the sound of the centipede's attack and began moving toward him They had followed him as their leader before the Arrancar showed up and knew that he only used that technique if he felt overpowered from his opponent. The Arrancar watched the scene unfold with delight. He waved his hand and the barrier began shrinking slowly around them. "What a treat, dinner and a show." He giggled. |
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| anon | Jan 11 2010, 04:47 PM Post #10 |
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David hit the floor with a bone-wrenching impact. Which was odd, really, because he hardly felt it. With his ribs probably broken, and his spine undoubtedly bruised, he should have been in a world of agony as the fall aggravated his injuries. Thank God for small miracles; something must have broken his fall. He crawled away desperately, clawing at the grass to drag himself along, and, coming to a tree, rested his back aginst it. Now he could see what was going on. The newcomer, the guy who had saved his life, wore a hideous, horned skull-mask and carried a Japanese sword. And the beast that had tried to kill him was a worm-thing, massive, raised up like a snake being charmed - an image that came to him because of the earsplitting, stomach-turning whine that echoed through the park. At first he thought to look for the source of the noise but he quickly realised, watching the monster, that it was responsible for it. And the stranger, impassive behind his fearsome mask, was swaying back and forth as if, in an ironic twist of fate, the snake had instead beguiled its charmer. The noise stopped. The beast slammed its bulk down on the masked stranger. His feet set, his legs unmoving like firm bedrock, the Vizard gripped his sword in both hands and swung up at the Hollow's approaching belly, growling with the effort of his swing. OOC: This Vizard is at about lieutenant class when in his normal form. Just letting you know 
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| The Toast King | Jan 12 2010, 08:33 AM Post #11 |
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The Vizard's blow connected, slicing through the hollow very cleanly from the middle of his stomach to the tip of his tail, but something was wrong. The legs kept moving the split body forward past the Vizard and the hollow lokked back at him. "Don't take me to lightly." He said as his two halves started fusing back together. "I may be a low level hollow, but I'm one of the fastest healer in all of Hueco Mundo!" He was exaggerating, but his point was valid. His legs began to vibrate again, concentrating the noise on the Vizard. "Finish him off." He ordered the arriving hollows who all moved in on him. |
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| anon | Jan 13 2010, 12:21 AM Post #12 |
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The ringing noise began again. David wanted to shut his ears to it, but he couldn't, and neither could he look away as the stranger with the horrid mask swayed, his balance destroyed. He was being slowly surrounded by other monsters that were obviously kin with the first; they all had white-bone faces. "Hmph," the stranger said. His voice had an upsetting, dual quality to it, as if two people were speaking the same words at the same time. "Is that so? Then I'll just have to kill you quicker than you can heal, won't I?" David saw the stranger open his mouth. To his amazement a red ball of light began to glow centimetres from his teeth, and a rumbling noise echoed around the park. The grass under the stranger's feet flattened in circles that grew from him like ripples from a stone dropped in water. David was blinded when the attack was released, deafened from the vast pressure change as much as the loud burp of energy discharging. The cero headed straight for the lead Hollow, the one making the whining noise, a blood-red fan of destructive power that singed the grass it passed over. |
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| The Toast King | Jan 17 2010, 04:06 AM Post #13 |
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The hollow stopped his attack and responded with his own Cero, but it wasn't enough and he was completely consumed in the destructive blast. None of him could be seen in the what was left of where he had been standing and the other hollows all came to a silent halt around the scene. The silence was interrupted by the sound of someone slowly clapping. The Arrancar had come down to the ground a few meters behind the Vizard. He was tall and skinny with messy black hair. He dressed in the typical Arrancar color scheme with a long coat that left his chest and most of his hollow hole exposed. His skin was pale and ashy and he had a huge grin on his face. His mask fragment was a crescent shape that covered his right eye and the right half of his mouth covered. An angry eye and toothed smile seemed to be painted on it, but his real eye on the left was far more frightening. It was deep purple and gave off a sense of madness that made it seem to glow in the limited light. "Good show." He said said in a slightly high voice. "None of these little grunts can fire a Cero anywhere near that level." The hollows all moved behind him as though he was their protector, but his response to this showed otherwise. He snapped his fingers and the barrier he had made around them began shrinking quickly, encasing only the hollows in a bunched up group. "Excellent work catching all those human souls." He said as he held out his open hand towards them. "A fresh meal will make you all taste so much better." He closed his hand and the barrier shrunk around them, crushing them into a small red orb of spirit particles and energy. The orb floated towards him and he plucked it out of the air like an apple. He placed it in his mouth and swallowed it whole, sending a wave of energy out of his body. "So, Vizard." He said as he turned to face him. "May I ask you're name or should I just call you desert?" He laughed a little at his own sick joke. |
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| anon | Jan 17 2010, 10:13 AM Post #14 |
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His cero reduced the noise-Hollow to cinders. The Vizard made no celebration. He turned at the sound of clapping. The only Arrancar present air-walked to the ground, his demeanour pleasant. But madness stirred in his eyes. The Vizard could see it from the distance separating them, burning like fire. He thought of a doll he'd once seen for sale in a Rukongai market; the Arrancar's eyes were like the doll's. Small, shiny, devoid of reason. The Vizard watched the Hollows die dispassionately, his wary eyes settled on the Arrancar. It was obvious that he was the real threat here. The Vizard didn't care about saving the Humans, as such. His target was David, whose name he didn't know, the Human with the powerful soul that had been able to sense the monsters around him in some way. Before he got caught up in a toe-to-toe he needed to get David to safety. He would be a valuable addition to the guerilleros.
"We aren't enemies," the Vizard said, ignoring the threat. Although it was pointless to reason with the unreasonable he tried anyway. "You have what you came for. I have what I came for. Let's let it go at that. There's no need for us to kill each other." |
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| The Toast King | Jan 17 2010, 06:29 PM Post #15 |
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The Arrancar laughed after every few words the Vizard said. "My my my, I've never met anyone who could be so wrong." He replied. "Allow me to correct you. First of all, you're a shinigami gone hollow and I'm a hollow with shinigami powers. By definition, the two of us are enemies. Second, I don't have what I came for." He looked in David's direction. "I'm here for every source of spiritual power in this town, that boy included. That brings me to the third reason you're wrong." He pointed his finger at the Vizard and a purple Cero began charging on the tip. "You are the greatest source of energy in this town next to me, giving me plenty of reason to kill you." He disapeared with Sonido, reappearing above the Vizard and firing straight down at him. |
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| anon | Jan 17 2010, 08:31 PM Post #16 |
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The man in the ugly mask yelled. "Boy! Run!" David didn't need much urging, but the shouted words broke his paralysis. He scrabbled to his feet and was off, running full speed, wondering, suddenly with a painful thump of his heart, where his family were, if they were all right. The thought made him stop and turn. The stranger in white was floating above the man in the ugly mask, apparently blasting him with a purple laser gun, or something. The stranger in normal clothes (but what a mask) leapt up at his enemy, sliced through the laser beam, and continued upwards. The ground vibrated under the impact of the bifurcated beam, and a split-second later David felt his bones shudder as an explosion brighter than any firework lit up the darkening sky. The sight hardly moved him. David suspected his weird-counter was probably at maximum already. The stranger swung an overhead blow with his sword, apparently aiming to slice the guy in white in half from top to bottom. Dave took a step forward and his foot brushed a stone, which he bent to pick up. It was a good size and sat in his palm comfortingly, perfect for the purpose he had in mind for it. He'd once enjoyed skimming stones on the river near his house. And he'd always been better at darts, at cricket, at any sport involving a ball and a throwing arm, than his friends. David's eyes narrowed as he selected his target, hefted his arm, and hurled the stone. It flew through the air on target, right at the mad guy's face. As he threw, he screamed, "You better not have hurt them, you bastard!" |
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| The Toast King | Jan 20 2010, 01:19 AM Post #17 |
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As the Vizard cut through his Cero, the Arrancar's face changed from laughing to scared. However, just before the blow could connect, he pulled a dagger with a laughing skull on the end out of his sleeve and blocked the attack. Something about the dagger was odd. When the sword made contact with it it sent what could be called a wave of pressure through it and locked the two opponents where they stood, with no effort coming from the Arrancar. "Don't overestimate your self." He said as he grin came back to his face. "You're stronger than most Shinigami, but no one has ever defeated Sagi the Feared." He quickly raised his free hand and caught the incoming stone. Turning his eye to face David he giggled at his remark and courage. "I haven't harmed anyone in this town. If someone got hurt and you could have stopped it and didn't, it's your fault." He turned his attention back to the Vizard while he crushed the stone to dust in his hand. He then threw the dust at his face and made a series of stabs at his torso while it blinded him. |
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| anon | Jan 20 2010, 10:32 AM Post #18 |
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The Vizard didn't even blink when the stone-dust was thrown in his eyes. The nature of his inner Hollow helped him there. But defending against a knife with a sword was difficult work, and in short order he had half a dozen small, superficial cuts along his ribs and hips. Sensing that he might suffer a more serious wound if he didn't do something, he shimmied backwards and swung his sword up at the Arrancar's face. |
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| The Toast King | Jan 20 2010, 03:49 PM Post #19 |
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Sagi managed to step back from the attack, but the sword caught his chin leaving a bleeding gash in it. As the sword passed, he pinned his dagger against the back of the blade to hold it away from him. He pointed at the Vizard and fired a series of bala shots at him. On the ground, movement knocks over a pile of rubble. The centipede hollow's head had survived and had grown a few segments of his body back. He wouldn't dare interrupt the ongoing battle,but did notice that David was still alive. He scurried on the ground moving towards his target. As his claws grew back, he crept up behind him and tried to grab and kill him in a single attack. Edited by The Toast King, Jan 20 2010, 03:50 PM.
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| anon | Jan 20 2010, 05:02 PM Post #20 |
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David was entranced by the fight between the man in white and the man in the t-shirt and mask. He'd never seen a real live swordfight before. And that was the least impressive thing. As he watched he saw the man in white blast at the masked guy with half a dozen blasts of energy, or laser, or whatever it was. The Vizard punched aside the first bala, skinning his knuckles, but wasn't fast enough to deflect the others. They smashed him in the shoulder, the ribs, the cheek, and he fell, stunned, to the ground. At about five metres up he regained his senses and righted himself to land on his feet, then threw up both hands and fired a cero. David, meanwhile, felt a sudden, crushing impact on his back, a band of pain surrounding his body. But a curious thing happened. Instead of being crushed or ripped in half, the squeeze lost its force, and David was able to breathe normally. He felt pressure from the attack but it was nothing to what it should have been. Instinctively David kicked back. That kick was a normal Human kick, but supplemented by ninety percent of the force with which the Hollow had attacked him. The power of David's soul had woken to the threat. That power leeched the majority of strength from attacks, giving it to David to use as he would. And, fearing for his life, he was using this power reflexively. |
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