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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 10, 2008 9:57:14 GMT
Merk smiled as the man slumped, and lost his motor skills. "Well, now, that was a fun one!" He laughed, and he let his shikai dissipate and sheathed his zanpakuto. "That Vizard mask is all it's supposed to be and more. Sometimes I wish I had bankai, but I think my Shikai'll do, don't you think?" He walked to the man, nudging him with his foot. "Hey..." He bent over the man, his head looking directly at him. "Don't think about going against Rangis-sama. I've sparred him a whole bunch of times. And every time..." He turned around an began waking away, "He has decimated me..."
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Post by Kamiyama Mito on Jun 12, 2008 14:01:40 GMT
Mito smirked with the little strength he gathered as he watched a beautiful flower walking away. He didn't care about anything now but that wonderful feeling, that paradise. He needs to feel it again. His strength rose back exponentially and quickly regained footing. Merk would leave a steady trail for him to follow, his reiryoku in the air. But needed to be quick or it will all be for naught. The winds will carry the trail away if he lingers. He was dead set on this. Feeling the strength back, he was about to move when he felt something, or more like somone grab his left arm, the one with the zanpkutou and twisted it to his back before quickly he was thrown and slammed into the orphanage building. Smoke and dust rose everywhere. He didn't know what that was, but he liked it. He turned to look but was then roughly slammed on to the wall, his zanpakutou thrown away and he was pinned by the neck.
"You idiot! Do you realize that you almost blew yourself away!?" the familiar voice made him open his eyes, and as he expected.
"Aki! I was just thinking about you!" he smirked, trying to get out of the hold. It was really tight.
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