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Re: Returning an Angel's Wings
Fri Jun 22, 2018 11:07 am
The Dragon Rising
Oda Tatsuya
おだ たつや
おだ たつや
She had pretty good strength that was something he couldn't of predicted truthfully. Tatsuya had anticipated her being strong but this was relatively beyond what he expected. Deflecting his blow with both hands was impressive and perhaps even more so interesting. He'd gotten the impression she wasn't light given his moments touching her. She was indeed impressive and perhaps more so fascinating. Her sword skills were good though even a novice would block something dangerous. But her skill in not being pressed into the ground or taken apart. That was something else entirely showing her being worthwhile. Tatsuya decided he'd show her proper respect as it was polite. She commented his style used strength, though that wasn't completely accurate. Tatsuya smiled a bit as he sensed her energy increase when the blind fold came off. A suppressor of some sort it would seem, though he guessed it was about time he stopped playing around. As she began to push against him a bit he experienced the sensation of her strength.
Tatsuya made a choice to release the deadlock early to allow her to keep her footing most likely. It was about time he showed his cards as he let his reiatsu flow normally. The ground began to steam and melt beneath him as heat came out. Tatsuya didn't release his zanpakuto or exercise his power. His natural reiatsu was moderately hot to begin with. It would be difficult for most to avert the next strike she'd sent out. Tatsuya wasn't a gentle man and could somewhat keep up with her movements. Ward off the blow would of been harder had he not been a bit more skilled. Tatsuya could sometimes predict the flow of movements in an enemies style. Avoiding her attack he'd stepped off to the side of it now. This blow and angle seemed to have a double edged move. Tatsuya wouldn't have a lot of time to react as he could detect danger in that move. Her swordplay was remarkably similar to Tsubasa's in a way. Their were elements of trickery to it in many ways that were fluid. You couldn't allow your eyes deceive against this woman at all.
Upon ward off the blow Tatsuya brought his sword down to the female's left hip. The heat coming from his body and such would represent a taxing element for her he imagined. But he'd decided to fight her using his reiatsu finally. He'd not frequently given such a respect to an enemy. Even Damien when he was a child had to work for it. But her skills reminded him so of his pupil when he began and found his road. The matter of her attack had been avoided from what he could tell. He'd not begun placing all his cards on the table just yet. Tatsuya could use Nobu if things became brutal or if the A.I thought odds were poor. Avoiding her strike was the key part of this aiding him escape. Striking as he avoided while her blade came down was what's more important. His blade if it connected would cut and knock her back several feet. Her moves were strikingly similar to Tsubasa's in some ways that were surprising. Tsubasa prided himself on things like this that didn't really make sense to Tatsuya.
Experience was the vastest difference in one thing. Tatsuya had been taking part in battles for fifteen hundred years without a reprieve. Numerous swordsman and even Tsubasa himself had stood before him. Allowing his body to know things based on the sensation he felt through the blade. These two weren't unique beings to the point that cut would send her flying unless she did something. It sounded like a cannon going off despite him using one arm instead of two. Tatsuya wasn't trying to kill her or anything. Merely to demonstrate her the respect due to her as a fellow wielder of the blade. Her question came out and he could smile a bit as he thought about it. "Your blade is more authentic, Tsubasa relied heavily on tricks and gimmicks when wielding his blade. " Tatsuya said softly as he described his pupil's style softly. While the style was fast and capable against swordsman and most enemies. It held a critical flaw in Tatsuyas mind that couldn't be overlooked by anyone.
It lacked the purity and focus it should of held.
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Re: Returning an Angel's Wings
Wed Jul 04, 2018 3:15 am
The Shinigami Doll
Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road
Without a doubt, Tatsuya was in a league of his own. There was no point in comparing him to other swordsman whose skill she had analyzed, or even her own. Instead, she simply highlighted the differences in his style, and what seemed important and useful as she made notes in her training files. Though the Doll did possess a relatively advanced skill with the blade, a grace that complimented and the strength to boot, her acquaintance had his own unique set of traits that made him in invaluable resource in such a way. Regardless, their blades had met for a few seconds top, though it had been more than enough time to try and catch a glimpse of what her eyesight unfortunately couldn’t provide.
There was its own unique form of beauty in the art he employed. Sure, the definition and comparison likely escaped his own understanding, but not hers. He had a style that was in some ways similar and different to hers. And while Angel couldn’t say she’d try to model hers after his, it was for sure that she’d borrow some of the elements from his to try and add to her own, creating a more complete her in the process. To her surprise, Tatsuya actually move off from the blade lock, evading her swing and going for her hip. While the girl had certainly accounted for the move in her calculations, she hadn’t placed it very high in the set of probabilities. Besides, they were close enough in terms of power that reacting would require doing so at a moment’s notice or suffer the consequences, and she did.
Her hand would reach out to try and meet the blade, and potentially stop it. Of course, under just about any circumstance that wasn’t the smartest of moves; it was plain stupid. However, either due to her own lack of care for her well-being or the skills she possessed, she deemed it as an okay reaction. The Doll knew Tatsuya wasn’t swinging at his very strongest in an instructional spar. And while her gloves were made to mimic the defensive capabilities of the Hierro in Arrancar, not even that coupled with her strength would negate the entirety of the sharp blow. The blade would stop, that much was for certain. However, from the corner of the glove a stream of a bright green liquid would seep out for a few seconds before stopping. In more than one way that was her blood, but the flesh mending drug had made sure to close up the wound that was still essentially out of sight.
“My apologies for grabbing your blade like that,” mentioned Angel before assuming a less battle ready position. “I’m aware of different strategies and how to perform a variety of moves under different circumstances. But why was your choice to hit there? I’m curious.”
Angel would hear him out, making sure to record a fragment of his words for later viewing and further perusing. Once he had his said, she’d simply acknowledge his compliment, delivering a soft smile as her means of thanking him. But, once more ready for the sparring encounter, Angel would have a very different approach this time around. Her hand had healed, but in the little time she got to tussle up against him she had been able to calculate a fraction of his drive and strategy. It was barely enough to scratch the surface but it gave her some insight in how to progress. And, if Tatsuya could see through her maneuvers, show her how she could improve and even best her skill, then it would have been worth it all along.
Her blade would swing diagonally and before her in a downward angle from one side, and diagonally on an upward angle from the other. Both would be done up and towards Tatsuya. And while she wasn’t expecting to hurt him or create any lasting sort of impact from the maneuver, she had intended for it to keep there, and unable from fleeing. If that was the case, the Doll would spin her body like a top, moving so quickly and so graciously one could have thought she was as light as a feather. It was a true testament to the work that had been put into her complex design. More importantly however as she spun, on her free hand, yet another golden ring of reishi would appear, projecting a katana into her hands. This one was possessed a blade that eclipsed the former, with a total length that was just slightly larger than she was tall. The spinning and momentum would add more speed and physical might to a being that already possessed strength in spades. The first blade, the newest one would aim to try and clash down on him, almost as if to slice him in in two even halves starting at the skull. The other shorter blade would immediately follow, adding yet more strength and an extra measure of danger as the shorter reach threaten to slice through the surface of his skin the other had purposely ignored.
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