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[23] Attack your inner hollow all out!
You charge forward, as fast as you've ever been, and punch your inner hollow right in his smug face! Shock flits into being in the few seconds before the inner spirit stumbles back. "What the-"
"You've pissed me off!" You roar, and trapped between a rock and a hard place you make your decision.
You lash out with your zanpakuto and the spirit's white shirt is stained with a horizontal bar of crimson across his stomach. He stumbles back, pulling his own blade up to parry your next attack but you're too fast, too strong, and you know that you can handle this jerk as long as you don't split your attention!
"I'll just have to make this quick." You taunt as you open more and more wounds, doing as much damage as you can. You just have to beat this guy-
Just-
"Stop laughing!" You snarl in anger, as you deliver one last slash that opens the bodyjacker up from groin to nose and then stepping back to regain your strength. Your berserk flurry has left you more spent than it should. Is this because you're not in charge of your body right now?
The hollow pauses in its giggling and lolls forward, arms dangling limp from bowed shoulders.
Paused in your assault for the first time, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the dozen lacerations quivering and flowing back together until, in moments, even the clothes of your doppelganger are pristine. He spits on the ground and looks up, and when you see the sudden inhuman rage in those yellow and black eyes you take a step back before you catch yourself.
Then he moves, bashing your sword aside with savage grace before grabbing your collar and throwing you onto another skyscraper like a rag. "What. The. Hell." He hisses. "Is wrong with you."
You roll to your feet but he's already there. Zangetsu is heavy in your hands, far heavier than it should be, and when you swing at your opponent it's like swinging a baseball bat through water, slow and clumsy. A textbook snap kick hits you in the head and flips you backwards. The hollow bellows, "Two layers, I said!"
Two layers? You shake your head to clear it and charge again.
"I do the best I can!" You shout back. Again you're countered, caught at the waist with the flat of your enemy's blade. "So when push comes to shove, when the great Whitey is confronted with the possibility of saving your friend for the low price of increasing the risk you, personally go through, you what? What do you do!?"
"That's not good enough!" Your hollow grabs his face and manifests his mask at the same time you do but even as you charge forward again, intent on ending this with one good blow to the head, you know that it isn't going to work. You've gotten faster with your mask on, but the hollow is faster still.
It grabs your sword arm and twists before headbutting you, sending you reeling back. "Coward!" He screams. "Traitor! Cero!"
A sphere of light the size of a vending machine bouncy ball forms in one hand in the time it takes you to gain your feet. You juke left and your arm is just gone- incinerated! The blast wave dries your skin and makes your eyes itch through the slits in your mask.
"FAIL FAIL FAIL!" The hollow screeches at the heavens. "You get nothing!"
Oh, you think as you stagger and sway, trying to find your new balance. "I get it."
"Too late."
"Not too late." You snap back, finding a second -or is it third- wind. "It's never too late."
The grin your hollow sports stretches from ear to ear. "You sure about that? With one arm left?"
"Well it's not like I fight with my left hand anyway."
"How sure are you?"
Choose one. No write ins.
[] Contest your body while you attack!
[] Solely focus on regaining control!
You charge forward, as fast as you've ever been, and punch your inner hollow right in his smug face! Shock flits into being in the few seconds before the inner spirit stumbles back. "What the-"
"You've pissed me off!" You roar, and trapped between a rock and a hard place you make your decision.
You lash out with your zanpakuto and the spirit's white shirt is stained with a horizontal bar of crimson across his stomach. He stumbles back, pulling his own blade up to parry your next attack but you're too fast, too strong, and you know that you can handle this jerk as long as you don't split your attention!
"I'll just have to make this quick." You taunt as you open more and more wounds, doing as much damage as you can. You just have to beat this guy-
Just-
"Stop laughing!" You snarl in anger, as you deliver one last slash that opens the bodyjacker up from groin to nose and then stepping back to regain your strength. Your berserk flurry has left you more spent than it should. Is this because you're not in charge of your body right now?
The hollow pauses in its giggling and lolls forward, arms dangling limp from bowed shoulders.
Paused in your assault for the first time, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the dozen lacerations quivering and flowing back together until, in moments, even the clothes of your doppelganger are pristine. He spits on the ground and looks up, and when you see the sudden inhuman rage in those yellow and black eyes you take a step back before you catch yourself.
Then he moves, bashing your sword aside with savage grace before grabbing your collar and throwing you onto another skyscraper like a rag. "What. The. Hell." He hisses. "Is wrong with you."
You roll to your feet but he's already there. Zangetsu is heavy in your hands, far heavier than it should be, and when you swing at your opponent it's like swinging a baseball bat through water, slow and clumsy. A textbook snap kick hits you in the head and flips you backwards. The hollow bellows, "Two layers, I said!"
Two layers? You shake your head to clear it and charge again.
"I do the best I can!" You shout back. Again you're countered, caught at the waist with the flat of your enemy's blade. "So when push comes to shove, when the great Whitey is confronted with the possibility of saving your friend for the low price of increasing the risk you, personally go through, you what? What do you do!?"
"That's not good enough!" Your hollow grabs his face and manifests his mask at the same time you do but even as you charge forward again, intent on ending this with one good blow to the head, you know that it isn't going to work. You've gotten faster with your mask on, but the hollow is faster still.
It grabs your sword arm and twists before headbutting you, sending you reeling back. "Coward!" He screams. "Traitor! Cero!"
A sphere of light the size of a vending machine bouncy ball forms in one hand in the time it takes you to gain your feet. You juke left and your arm is just gone- incinerated! The blast wave dries your skin and makes your eyes itch through the slits in your mask.
"FAIL FAIL FAIL!" The hollow screeches at the heavens. "You get nothing!"
Oh, you think as you stagger and sway, trying to find your new balance. "I get it."
"Too late."
"Not too late." You snap back, finding a second -or is it third- wind. "It's never too late."
The grin your hollow sports stretches from ear to ear. "You sure about that? With one arm left?"
"Well it's not like I fight with my left hand anyway."
"How sure are you?"
Choose one. No write ins.
[] Contest your body while you attack!
[] Solely focus on regaining control!
