[Yumichika] Pretty fight!keikainNovember 12 2006, 18:43:32 UTC
The kidou incantation just a bit away was almost unfamiliar, despite the time Yumichika had spent in the mortal world. He could never get entirely too used to fighting alongside others who used kidou so easily in battle.
Yumichika twisted Fujikujaku upwards, grin widening as he realized he had just scarcely been able to deflect the blow. Now, this was actually an opponent that might be worth fighting. He pulled back, arcing his fanned blade for another strike.
"I'm sorry, dear arrancar," Yumichika laughed, "But, I'm afraid the only blood I'll be wearing is yours as it spills over me. I do hope that is still agreeable to your sense of aesthetics."
[Byakuya] Hands off Rukia.shyunpoNovember 12 2006, 22:03:58 UTC
Senbonzakura was immediately placed in between Grimmjow and Rukia, sharp end towards the arrancar as a silent threat, shunpo used to situate Byakuya between either of the two in a few swift steps
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[Il Forte] ... our fight's still prettier. D:starswingNovember 15 2006, 05:49:38 UTC
FINALLY.
At long last, after many dull and annoying fights with homicidal scarred maniacs and hideous scientific beasts who were less human than he was and itsy bitsy little girls, Il Forte had finally managed to find an opponent worthy of fighting seriously. And not only that, but the afore-mentioned opponent wasn't ugly at all! He almost felt bad that he'd soon be marring that fair face.
Almost.
Pivoting quickly, Il Forte wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the full force of the zanpakuto, and it caught his sleeve, biting into his arm before Del Toro neatly knocked it away and thrust forward for a return strike.
"No," he said lightly, giving his bleeding arm a glance. The sting was painful enough, but it wasn't anything he couldn't easily handle. "As lovely as you'd look in blood, I believe your own blood would suit you better. Red just isn't my color."
[Grimmjow] I'll put my hands wherever I please!nyethebandgeekNovember 17 2006, 03:48:07 UTC
His fist didn't make it the hit like he planned. The other shinigami got in the way. Grimmjow couldn't understand why he didn't just stand off to the side and watch the girl get hit. Then again, he didn't really want the guy to stand off to the side and wait his turn since a fight was always better when there was more than one standing against him. Now he could guarantee that his fight was going to turn out better than Il Forte's.
When Grimmjow stepped back after the botched hit, his blue eyes glared at the pair as the cold and quiet shinigami's zanpakuto fell away and into the air that surrounded them. He pushed himself back enough to where there was a few feet between them and finally placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, the glare fading away to sheer happiness at the shinigami's words.
After quick chuckle, Grimmjow's mouth opened, his teasing tongue ready to waggle at the little girl in her brother's arms. "It didn't look like ya could handle it. If nii-sama wasn't there, you wouldn't even feel like fighting. So, let him
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[Yumichika] Eeeew~keikainNovember 17 2006, 14:15:39 UTC
Yumichika gasped appreciatively at the pain as the arrancar's blade glanced his shoulder, enjoying it only for the fact that whatever his beautiful body recieved, he was certain he would make the other feel three times as much in pure retribution. He smiled darkly as Fujikujaku locked once more in the deadly dance with his opponent.
Feather-lashed eyes fixed on the blood that was raised from the first mark he had scored, before laughing.
"Are you certain that it isn't, arrancar-san?" he teased, "Red makes such a stunning contrast to your white, after all."
Yumichika twisted Fujikujaku upwards, grin widening as he realized he had just scarcely been able to deflect the blow. Now, this was actually an opponent that might be worth fighting. He pulled back, arcing his fanned blade for another strike.
"I'm sorry, dear arrancar," Yumichika laughed, "But, I'm afraid the only blood I'll be wearing is yours as it spills over me. I do hope that is still agreeable to your sense of aesthetics."
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At long last, after many dull and annoying fights with homicidal scarred maniacs and hideous scientific beasts who were less human than he was and itsy bitsy little girls, Il Forte had finally managed to find an opponent worthy of fighting seriously. And not only that, but the afore-mentioned opponent wasn't ugly at all! He almost felt bad that he'd soon be marring that fair face.
Almost.
Pivoting quickly, Il Forte wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the full force of the zanpakuto, and it caught his sleeve, biting into his arm before Del Toro neatly knocked it away and thrust forward for a return strike.
"No," he said lightly, giving his bleeding arm a glance. The sting was painful enough, but it wasn't anything he couldn't easily handle. "As lovely as you'd look in blood, I believe your own blood would suit you better. Red just isn't my color."
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When Grimmjow stepped back after the botched hit, his blue eyes glared at the pair as the cold and quiet shinigami's zanpakuto fell away and into the air that surrounded them. He pushed himself back enough to where there was a few feet between them and finally placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, the glare fading away to sheer happiness at the shinigami's words.
After quick chuckle, Grimmjow's mouth opened, his teasing tongue ready to waggle at the little girl in her brother's arms. "It didn't look like ya could handle it. If nii-sama wasn't there, you wouldn't even feel like fighting. So, let him ( ... )
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Feather-lashed eyes fixed on the blood that was raised from the first mark he had scored, before laughing.
"Are you certain that it isn't, arrancar-san?" he teased, "Red makes such a stunning contrast to your white, after all."
ooc: compiling~
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