by Chevalier Fri Jul 30, 2010 8:20 pm
Kallo looked on in shock as his friend and partner exploded right before his eyes, blood and gore momentarily mixing with the snow to create a strange red mist before being overwhelmed by the deadly flurry. Losing sight of his opponent thanks to the white-out caused by the sudden blizzard he used sonido to leap back, reappearing about two dozen feet away from his previous position as he tried to come up with a new plan of attack. It was obvious now that he had seriously underestimated this lowly soul reaper, and that misjudgment had just cost him the life of his closest confederate. This bastard was going to pay for that and pay dearly.
Taking his sword by the blade, he jammed the weapon into his chest and became enveloped in a swirl of energy. Moments later he emerged transformed, taking on a rather canine appearance and brandishing two large katar claws as he lunged deeper into the whirlwind to attack his prey. It was time for the kitty to met his fate at the hand of it's natural predator.
Sensing Kallo's presence as he lunged, Chevalier leapt to the side, narrowly avoiding being gutted by the lone Espada's blades in the process, 'Blind fury... how refreshing...' Following his successful evasion, he swept his weapon through the air in a wide arc directing the blizzard's path and sending it hurtling towards his opponent with vengeance.
The lowest Espada had only a split second to realize that the flurry was shifting before he felt thousands of icy fragments begin trying to shred him alive, cutting through his hierro almost as if it were tissue paper. Hoping to save himself from his foe's frozen wrath he launched himself into a sonido, moving forty feet forward and finding himself back out in the open and clear of the strange blizzard. 'So it can't mask and attack at the same time then? Or is he just screwing with me for some reason? What advantage would that give him though?' Turning to face Chevalier again he snarled out, “Is that the best you've got little one? I've felt harsher stings from mortal insects... you should make your peace now.”
Keeping his gaze locked on his opponent's, the fledgling Vizard didn't respond. Instead keeping his focus on controlling his zanpakuto as he merged the snowstorm into three, foot long ice spears and hurled them via mental command at Kallo's unprotected flank. The frozen missiles blasted through his defenses and shot out through his chest, reforming into their natural state and taking up their standby position around the battlefield, leaving a small “eye” in which Chevalier and the Arrancar now stood. The attack had barely seemed to have phased his opponent though, having only caused him to stagger and his torso exploded outward like it had just taken an icy shotgun blast. This was due to his natural powers at work, his advanced regeneration abilities allowing him to barely survive the attack and his long practiced acting talents allowing him to seemingly shrug it off.
The ex-shinigami wasn't fooled however, his skill at reading the body language of others allowed him to pick up on the subtle inconsistencies in his opponent's stance, read the pained look in his eyes as he willed his body to pull itself back together. He had only a few moments to act before Kallo would recover so he was going to have to move quickly. Launching forward into a shunpo he lunged at his adversary, reappearing at point blank range as he thrust his weapon into the dwindling cavity at the center of the Arrancar's chest. This however was exactly what the Espada had been waiting for. Timing his movements exactly from the moment Chevalier distorted, he brought his left hand up quickly, smirking in satisfaction as the Vizard materialized right on top of his blade with a bone shattering crunch, as if by magic.
The sword in his chest was of little consequence now, he could easily remove it once he disposed of this lowly creature, “I told you that you were finished little one.” The furry eared hybrid seemed to pause for a moment, a pained expression flashing across his battle expression, before once again vanishing beneath his mask like poker face, “Don't try to struggle, in a few seconds it will be over and you can move on to play in that giant cat box in the sky.”
Chevalier's gaze narrowed as he looked up into Kallo's sneering face, a glint of evil mischief seeming to appear in his eyes for a moment before being overshadowed by a burning fire spurned on by his last quip, “I'm getting really tired of everyone giving me flak over my appearance... and as far as last words go, yours really suck...”
The Espada looked at him in confusion for a second. Was this guy delirious from shock or was he just plain crazy? He'd just been gutted like a fish and he was daring to lecture his natural superior on last words? That was when it happened. Chevalier rolled backwards, his body easily falling away from Kallo's bloodless katar as he planted his feet against the Arrancar's chest and used him as a springboard to aid with the withdrawal of his blade. As he felt the super cold steel leaving his body he felt something even colder entering through the small exit wound in his back, almost as if hundreds of icy needles were trying to all worm their way into his body at once. But by the time he noticed this it was already too late, his time in this world was already over. What he was feeling were the flakes created by the shinigami's bankai burrowing into his body, using the wound his zanpakuto had kept open as their entry point while they began working their way throughout his entire body. Ripping him apart from the inside out in a similar manner to what had happened to his partner just a few moments earlier, and moving too quickly for his regenerative powers to keep up with. It was probably one of the most gruesome and painful ways to die imaginable... it was more then Kallo deserved.
Not even seeming to bat an eye as he watched his adversary explode into a bloody vapor, Chevalier dismissed his zanpakuto and resheathed it as he reached under his shirt. Pulling out a skeletal looking mask as he placed his other hand against what would probably prove to be a pair of cracked ribs, he looked down at the strange object and smirked slightly. Once again he'd been saved from a fatal injury thanks to the demon sleeping inside him. A demon fighting demons... wasn't life just full of strange little ironies.
Done with strange thoughts and witticisms for the moment, he tossed the mask aside and resumed his trek across town. With the battle seeming to be reaching it's final act there really wasn't anyone left to stop him and so he was able to reach his destination fairly easily. Upon arriving however he found that his worries had been unjustified, Reyne was doing just fine thanks to a little help from another shinigami. Making sure to keep his reiatsu suppressed to the best of his ability, which was considerable considering his training as a member of the Onmitsukido, he remained hidden in the shadows for awhile while he kept his eyes and ears focused on the dying embers of the battle. The final act may have been drawing to a close, but there was still time for one last twist...