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WHO:

sunrisewolf. Also open to

iknowyourfear. Ichigo for damage control, Terry if Win wants his death logged (if you still want to do that?)
WHERE: I assume near Ammy's flower shop.
WHEN: Night, Nov 6
WARNINGS: Slicin' and dicin'.
SUMMARY: Hichigo doing what Hichigo does best; killing. A lot. Desire induced madness and possible ANGST abound.
FORMAT: Whatever we feel like. Again I apologize if I am slow and/or give poor tags. I has headache ;_; *WAITS FOR ADVIL TO KICK IN*

The Hollow was a predator. A white blur in a grungy city, stalking his victims until they were alone, scared, panicky.

Then

SLASH.

Their heads would roll off, or the upper half of their body would slide disgustingly from the bottom half as it crumpled. I was almost too gory to be real.

But it was real. And as soon as the soul left the body he'd just destroyed, he would eat them up.

He didn't need it. It didn't make him happy. But he wanted it. Right now, in this moment, he wanted it more than anything, and he couldn't put a finger on why.

Nor did he care to. He would drown his misery in blood.

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It was sort of relieving, to be facing down a honest-to-good demon again. Assessing the threat-- and he did seem to be a rather large threat-- she did not move, instead waiting, focusing her Celestial Brush to form a small flower in the distance. This man would not move until it was opportune, and it would take more than a few slices of any old sword to take down Ammy.

He pressed the sword harder against her neck, drawing blood. He could sense the change in spiritual pressure when she drew the flower. Of course, he didn't know what she was doing, just that she was doing something. "Now stop that. Let's have some fun."

He dragged the woman into the alley by her hair, keeping the giant sword pressed close.

As soon as they were in the alleyway, enough time had elapsed. Connecting a line to the flower, she drew a vine that lashed against her hand, drawing her onto the blossom, which was a platform. A few small drops of blood fell onto the petals, but it was no trouble. Minor wounds were not utmost priority.

In a split-second, flash of light, the woman vanished, replaced by a large white wolf, a string of beads swirling about its neck.

"Huh?!" The Hollow sputtered as he watched, then grinned. "I knew there was something weird with you! This will be REALLLLY fun!"

The monster disappeared with the sound of static and reappeared right behind the wolf, sword drawn and ready to slice. And slash he did, aiming to slice the wolf right in half.

With a loud, metallic clang, she blocked with the beads, the string of magatama whipping about, slowing the blade before it touched her fur. The wolf itself jumped, snapping to the side in a flurry of red leaves.

The monster followed her step for step, easily keeping up. He was fast. He was experienced. And he was very, very adamant.

He simply kept whacking away at her, the sword clanging constantly, changing the angle slightly every time. He would get through. And she would be dead.

Not an easy task by any means, this one. This wolf had a few tricks up her sleeve, too.

The beads at her neck glowed, replaced with a razor-sharp mirror. Small black dots appeared in her vision, until there were the unmistakable sound of bullets against the demon's blade.

As persistent as the demon was, Ammy was a stubborn old dog.

The bullets of ink dinged harmlessly off of the demon's sword. The ones that did manage to get past his defense left him bleeding blue blood through his white kimono. But he didn't seem to notice, or even feel the injuries. Just bled.

He grinned. A sort of smile that you didn't want to see. The blade of the sword glowed with an eerie light; black and red, almost like the glow was sucking in the ambient light around it. The sword crackled with energy, and the white monster let it loose in a crackling arc.

The arc tossed the wolf across the alleyway, launching her into a trash can. Although she was battered, she was far from down. So it was blades that was this demon's specialty.

Power Slash Ammy thought, remembering the small rat-god that had bestowed it.

An invisible blade, drawn from ink, slashed against the Hollow's sword.

SHINK. The ink blade glanced off the sword, making a small indentation in it. Part of the blade struck his hand, which bled from a fine, deep cut. But he didn't stop coming. He created another energy pulse and sent it flying. As it traveled towards the wolf, it tore up the concrete under it.

But he didn't wait to see if it connected. He followed up with a slash right behind the energy blast.

This was a formidable foe for her to face, especially with slightly-rusted fighting skills. Amaterasu managed to sidestep the brunt of the cut and blast with her Fleet Feet, but was left with a singed tail and a shortness of breath.

At this rate, the match would be a stalemate. However, with no sun and few faithful to the gods, she found herself at a disadvantage...

The monster, meanwhile, didn't seem to be losing any energy. In fact, he seemed to be getting faster and more brutal as the fight wore on. The excitement of an opponent that actually fought back drove him onwards. He just kept coming, slash after slash, move after move. It was then that he adopted a new technique; he grabbed the cloth ribbon on the end of the sword and flung the blade around like it weighed nothing, crashing it into the ground near the goddess... then, right on top of her. He expected her to dodge and brought the blade right, hoping to catch her.

This particular strike weakened her significantly. Reeling, the wolf snarled, attempting to maintain her form. As a last resort, she focused her energy on her beads.

As she watched them lash out, striking the demon's heart, she fervently hoped it would end the fight. The white-furred wolf's image flickered, as if fading from sight.

The Hollow cackled, then shifted slightly. Just slightly. The beads struck him through the chest, ripping into his shirt and flesh, going straight through. The monster collapsed on the ground, unmoving.

And it was at that moment that Amaterasu had lost enough energy, and a middle-aged woman took the place of the wolf. She stared at the still body, wondering if it would disintegrate-- demons did that when killed.

It was then the Hollow's eyes opened up wide and he jumped up, slicing the woman clear through, grinning like a madman. From her position, Amaterasu might be able to see where the beads went through Hichigo; straight through a natural gaping hole, right where his heart should be. The beads had made small injuries on either side of the hole, but had, for the most part, gone straight through the hole.

"Gotcha."

Edited 2009-11-08 06:58 (UTC)

"Interesting," said Amaterasu calmly, although the pain from the last sword's slash was, as far as she knew, one that would lead her to a fatal end. She would not give the demon satisfaction of seeing her suffer.

"I have been here long enough to know that I do not die permanently, child." The last word emerged as a low growl. "
Death in this world was an experience she had yet to face. But just like her predecessor, the wolf Shiranui, Ammy wasn't scared at the prospect of it.

The monster grinned and removed his sword, drawing it across her chest again as he did so. "I don't care if you come back. At least you put up a fight. But I won."

"Shame I won't get to have that tasty soul of yours... hehehe. The porter makes it off limits. But there are plenty of other sheep to slaughter."

We are scanning the scene in the City tonight [CLOSED]

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lol I'm watching bleach with my friends as I log this

SO AM I

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