While I do have a request already out for an opponent, it is in the process of being filled, so I have decided that, since I have only two things going, a third topic won't hurt me. I don't plan on doing any more, however, for that is how I burnt out the last time. But as it goes, this time the request is for a test of my Vizard, Shuyin. I've tweaked him a bit, changed a few things, and hopefully made him better. The arena for this one will be a large abandoned city, skyscrapers in disrepair, all sorts of weeds and plants growing through the asphalt and into the buildings. Plenty of rickety structures to destroy and use against one's foe. Now, on to the bio.

Name: Shuyin Baiken

Gender: Male

Age: 310 though he appears to be 23.

Race: Vizard

Physical Appearance: Shuyin possesses a pair of startlingly blue eyes, icy and calculating, but they can also be warm and caring…it takes quite a bit to get him to care, however. His hair is done up in many braids that fall down his back to his shoulder blades, keeping it out of his face. If need be, he has been known to tie the braids together with a single green ribbon. His outfit consists of a pair of urban camouflage shorts, wearing a pair of straw sandals with no socks, as well. His upper torso is adorned with a white T-shirt with a baby blue and navy flame pattern, wearing very little else. He does, however, have a trio of piercings: one in his right eyebrow, one in the left side of his lower lip, and one in his tongue.

Personality: Quiet and rather serious, he dislikes injuring those around him unless absolutely necessary, thinking his zanpakuto perfect for such. He could essentially lighten his opponent, then use a simple thrust spell to send them careening off into the distance and away from the battle. He can eventually crack from his serious nature if around someone for long enough, becoming rather friendly then.

History: A normally silent man unless giving orders, he is seen as stony to most who aren’t close to him. Once a Shinigami captain, he was no more when he embraced the opportunity to become a Vizard, seeing it as a way to protect others easier. Shunned for accepting the powers of a hollow so readily, he escaped to the human world to hide himself and prolong his own existence, even if only to ensure that he could keep those who deserve it safe. Despite the fact that his Shikai and his Bankai may be significantly weaker and do not possess the high damage-dealing capabilities of some, Shuyin more than makes up for that fact with his immense stores of reiatsu and his skilled usage of shuunpo, as well as strategic uses of hadous when called upon to actually do damage. His reiatsu is such that, when he begins to release more of it, he can bring weaker beings to their knees, though a reasonably strong being could resist the effects. Even in the human world, despite not revealing himself, he is still a phenomenal man when it comes to defending those who need it, stopping any crimes that he can that he witnesses. Due to his nature of being unwilling to harm unless circumstances are dire, he has earned the nickname that is the same as his zanpakuto’s name…The Pacifist.

Zanpakuto's Name: La Pacifista – The Pacifist

Zanpakuto's Sealed Appearance: In its sealed form, La Pacifista takes the form of a shikomizue, merely a straight black walking stick with a bright yellow smiley face on the top so that it can be distinguished between top and bottom.

Zanpakuto's Shikai Appearance and powers: La Pacifista becomes a shakujo that, when it strikes an object, lightens that object by half. The effect is cumulative, oftentimes resulting in the offending object becoming so light that even the slightest of taps can send it careening off into the distance. If used on a weapon, it has the same effect, serving to allow the opponent for faster swings, yet also puts less power behind each swing until each blow is only as effective as a child swinging a springy stick. It can also be used on its wielder to make himself lighter, which in turn makes him slightly faster, react quicker, and allows him to jump further and higher, for even as his weight is halved, his muscles continue to work at their full capacity.

Zanpakuto's Bankai Appearance and powers: In its Bankai form, this zanpakuto turns from a shakujo to a demented royal sceptre, black and blood red down the shaft. Its head consists of a doll’s face with shrunken cheeks, the tail end of the sceptre a sharp spike. La Pacifista is no more once the Bankai has been unleashed, its appearance and properties changing drastically. La Pestilencia draws upon the weight that La Pacifista absorbed in previous attacks. When swung, though Shuyin seems to feel nothing over the standard weight of La Pestilencia, though to his foes, this is not true. While his bankai seems rather weak, the true terror of the situation is that each strike of La Pestilencia has all the weight it has absorbed as La Pacifista behind it. Since Shuyin is the rightful wielder of the weapon, he feels nothing of its weight, though if another tried to pick it up, they would be unable to, depending on how much it had absorbed. Even in bankai form, however, it still continues to pull more and more weight from the things it has struck, though instead of just standard increments, it takes half of the target’s weight, then triples it as it adds the weight to itself, though the weight draw only works if the spike end of the weapon is the end that makes the strike. It also has a long, blood red ribbon attached to the shaft, allowing La Pestilencia to be used as a projectile weapon, then be retrieved.

Hollow Mask Appearance: The hollow mask, when revealed, takes the appearance of a form-fitting white mask with holes along its outer rim, though tiny. It holds two slits where his nostrils would be, as well as two small eyeholes, yet there is no mouth.

Hollow Techniques:
Cero: A powerful blast of spiritual energy that can be fired from various body parts: hands, fingers, mouth, the tip of the tongue. Being extremely proficient with them, Shuyin is a capable fighter even without his zanpakutou.
Pesquisa: Used to detect the prescence of those with spiritual pressure, though instead of slipping into a meditative state to use his, Shuyin must only put his finger to a grounded surface to detect in which direction they lay.


Shinigami Techniques:
Shuyin is a relatively powerful Vizard, capable of performing many kidou without their incantation whilst still maintaining a moderately high power level in each spell.

Hadou 1: Shou - Thrust- Pushes the target away.
Hadou 4: Byakurai -White Lightning - A concentrated bolt of lightning fired from the forefinger of the user.
Hadou 31: Shakkahou - Shot of Red Flame - A red ball of energy fired at the target.
Hadou 33: Soukatsui - Blue Fire, Crash Down - Blue energy burst similar to, but more powerful and over a wider area than, Hadou 31.
Hadou 54: Haien - Abolishing Flames - A shot of purple energy that will incinerate the target completely if it hits.
Hadou 63: Raikouhou - Thunder Roar Cannon - A massive wave of yellow energy fired at the target.
Hadou 63: Souren Soukatsui - Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down - A doubled version of Hadou 33, thus more powerful.

Bakudou 39: Enkosen - Arc Shield - Summons a shield of condensed reiatsu to block attacks.
Bakudou 61: Rikujoukourou - Six Rods Prison of Light - Summons six wide, but thin, beams of light that slam into the target's midsection, holding them in place.
Bakudou 75: Gochuutekkan - Quintet of 1 Kan Iron Pillars - Summons five incredibly tall and thick pillars to pin the target to the ground.
Bakudou 81: Danku - Splitting Void - Creates an energy barrier in the shape of a rectangular wall that can stop destructive spells up to number 89.

Shuunpo: Flash steps, moving faster than the eye can normally follow. Shuyin, like all Shinigami, Vizard, and Arrancar, can also harden spirit particles beneath his feet to appear as if he were walking on air.

This challenge still up?

Yes, it's still up. I do realize now, though, that I need to revise Shuyin a bit, specifically his age. That's a bit young to have been a Captain before, I think, so I need to fix that. Maybe on up a few hundred years. Maybe even up into the thousands if that's what it takes. But yes, I'm still looking for a test for him. It's also a test for me, as well, just to see how rusty I've become at T1. I haven't done it for a while.

Name: Kizyora Toushirou
Age: 25
Height: 5'4
Weight: 156 lbs
Appearance:



Race: Shinigami/Soul Reaper
Place of Origin: Soul Society
Bio: Born in the soul society, he was a natural at doing what he did, and found himself one of the best in the class under Reiko. He didn't mind however, for he was more focused on doing his job than being the best, he just wanted to be the best at what he did. Despite the way he looked, he was actually fairly good at putting power behind his blows abnormally, and he was known to be a very hard hitter, despite that he had speed, but his hits were even more incredible, for his looks.

Despite the way Reiko acts, he tends to talk to him more than anyone else, trying to make the best of where he is, and to do his best to serve the Soul Society like everyone before him. His friend, another Soul Reaper, was killed while fighting a hollow as well, which made him take all of his battles even more seriously, and to this day, he blames himself for underestimating the enemy, and allowing his friend to die, in place of him. He now everyday makes the best of his life, because he realizes the true value of life, and what many things can be done with it.

He has been said to possibly have Hollow powers, but this has not been investigated much, and he has showed no signs in even his most life threatening battles to have any of them.

Power: Zanpaktou- Viant




Shikai- "Reflect them Viant"



Kizyora’s sword is known as the mirror sword. Once released the blade becomes completely reflective. Once it cuts or meets an enemy’s weapon his sword’s power takes effect. Kizyora and his enemy become one. Each amount of damage that his enemy causes to him also happens to the enemy, as if they were Kizyora’s reflection. The beauty of this is that the damage Kizyora causes to them has no effect on himself. Because of this ability and Shikai, this makes him a very powerfull opponent to fight agianst when using his Shikai, though he dosen't use it often. This also means contact with the opponent in any way



Bankai- Kizyora Has a Secondary blade that is a mere empty Zanpakutou that is mainly used as a reiatsu reserve, or a weapon that can really pack a wallop. This Blade has no Name, seeing as it is empty, but even from a distance, you would almost think it was within a shikai state. But fortunately this blade doesn't have one. But when looking on first impression, the blade seems to have a foreboding aura around it, as if it would tell someone to stay away. This Blade was received by a friend of his that died in battle. The Spirit along with the shinigami died, and was given to him as an empty blade, used as a remembrance of his dead comrade. Unlike Kizyora's true blade Masami, This blade seems to not have the grace and beauty that Masami does. When unsheathed and used in battle with his own blade, you can see the dramatic differences that Hiro has within the blades. Masami being thin and light, whilst this now un-named blade is bulkier and a bit heavier than what Masami is. This Blade Taking the form of a Kiriha Zukuri There are Very dramatic changes in the why the blade is shaped. One being that It its Much wider, and made of a much denser material.

Looking at its overall appearance starting from the blade, you will note the sheer length of the blade first. The Earthen red blade seems t be wider at the tip and then taper into the average blades width at the base, and sitting upon the top of the blade would be several spine like razor sharp edges that are mainly used to hack right through tough skinned enemies. The Spiritless Zanpakutou is technically double edged as between the widely placed spines is the other sharp edge of the sword. Unlike the rather bright blade Masami, This blade is much darker and lacks the intricate and ornateness of Kizyora's Primary Zanpakutou. Instead You could say That this blade is purely made for killing, as if that was all it was ever made for, like a weapon made strictly made for punishment of the enemy or enemies. As your eyes travel down the blade you will note the only semi intricate design on the blade. Instead o your average fastener, you will see that this one is made from a gold dragon head that is spitting fire that ravels about six inches down the blade. The eyes glow for only one reason. That reason being that Kizyora Pumps Immense amounts of reiatsu into that blade daily, using it as more of an energy reserve.

Now Looking to the hilt and handle. The First thing you would notice about the hilt is that it is nearly covered in all cloth. The Actual Hilt is under a ribbon of cloth held by a gold colored ring that is fastened to the sword by small hooks that lock it into place. If One were to look to the original hilt, you would see a black hilt with gold onementation. The Hilt also grows wider in the mid section of the handle and then narrower as it progresses to the "O" Shaped guard. The Guard is rather ornate, seeing as it is accented by designs of gods and goddesses of the ancient Greek times. Now looking to the sheathe that is worn at his hip, it is black in color, with engravings upon it in ancient Greek that say " ανατέλλω σκοτάδι βασιλεία ελεύθερος" or in English, Let darkness reign free. Now most would think it as a curse, or something the would bring ill fate to the bearer of the sword, but oddly enough ever since Kizyora has wielded this blade good fortune has found its way to the the usually unlucky man. Human Life/Events transpiring to death



Actual Bankai: His true Bankai, gives him the ability to use his opponents skills to his advantage. This skill allows him to know the skills his opponent is going to use after it has been used once, he knows its going to come before it happens afterward. The sword's main skill and greatest feat allows him to do this, but its small ability, allows his blade to strike with afterimages. So when he strikes, so can his afterimages following the same path he has.

Specialization: Pretty fast compared to a lot of others, but his true power lies within the power of every blow, and his technique, that comes from how intelligent he is.

Personality: He is very upbeat, and doesn't like to fight at all. Seriously, he likes to avoid fights at all costs, though when he does fight, he shows exceptional skill, and talent, and his personality completely changes, he is no longer jolly and happy, but he is more of completely focused on
defeating his enemy. He never really likes to really injure his enemy unless its a hollow, in which he prides himself in defeating his enemy.


Here is my character.

The city around him was quiet at the moment, too quiet in his opinion, the young man striding slowly through the weed-strewn streets. His steps were near silent, his braids tied together behind his head with a green ribbon as the only loud sound around came from his walking stick tapping the ground. The grass tickled his bare shins, his shorts billowing around his upper legs and knees as a light breeze ruffles the urban jungle's underbrush. As he looked up further, he could see a car near the end of the street he was on, his fingers curling tighter on the shaft of his walking stick, a yellow smiley face atop it becoming visible as the top tilts down once more.

"Well...something definitely happened here...it's too empty."

His words echo hollowly around the place, despite the fact that it normally should have gone unnoticed in the hustle and bustle of a city. The city was silent, though, save for the whistle of the wind through the skyscrapers around him, feeling tiny, for once. His steps falter for a moment, stepping over a pile of bones he had missed in the weeds, wondering just what they had been before. He knew, though, as he saw the bones that they had belonged to a child, however...nothing else would have been that small a size. He sighs at that, looking up once more as he moves out of the street towards the sidewalk.

When he reaches the sidewalk, his fingers of his left hand reach out, trailing over dust and grime on the concrete wall of the building he walked beside. He taps the end of his walking stick upon the sidewalk as he moves, finding it easier to navigate since it was still mostly whole, unlike the asphalt road with all its weeds. He didn't know why just yet, but something had called him here and he had answered that call. Now he just had to wait to find out why he had been called, moving towards a burnt husk that had once been an SUV. He climbs slowly atop it, sitting down upon it slowly, glad that rain had washed away all the loose soot and such over the years. His legs cross and his elbows come to rest on his knees, the man's blue eyes roving over the landscape, waiting and watching for what was to come, steepling his fingers before his face as his walking stick rests across his legs.

Kizyora, stood at the sky scrapper of a nearby building looking down at the man who claimed a seat at the top of a SUV. Kizyora merely stared at the man from a distance for a moment, getting a idea on what this guy was like as far as personality, which he couldn't seem to tell from his previous actions. He hopped down from his spot, and landed in the middle of the destroyed street, looking up slowly at the man who was about 30 feet away from him, he didn't want to talk, he just wanted to get this over with, and be done with this. His job was to kill this man, and that was all he entended to do, not have a full blown out discussion.

"Come on, lets get this over with..." he said as he walked forward, having a completely straight face. This Vizard knew that when he was crossed by a normal Shinigami, that he would probably have a fight on his hands in the first place. Too bad he wasn't normal to say the least. He looked up, his eyes piercing the man as he stood upright, ready to complete the task given to him strictly under orders.

"Shall we?" he said as he put his left hand on the hilt of the blade.

Sighing softly, the ex-Shinigami traces his fingers upon his cheeks and chin, then down upon the top of the SUV, not bothering to look up just yet. When he heard the tap of feet upon the broken asphalt ten yards away, his eyes flick upwards, having been looking down at the burnt SUV husk. His piercing blue eyes scan over the newcomer for just a moment, verifying in his mind that this was why he had been called towards this place by his gut. His fingers clench for a moment, cracking his knuckles, before moving down to his walking stick.

His fingers take the stick up with practiced ease, pushing himself up to a stand atop the burnt shell, staring down his opponent, trying to assess his power. He didn't always like to rely on his pesquisa, which could sense a foe's power level, instead liking to rely on his own senses. He could tell nothing yet, however, taking a single step forward, fingers of his right hand spinning the walking stick slowly. He then takes hold to it with both hands, his right towards the top, his left at the middle of the shaft, parting his lips to speak in the quiet, almost carefree voice he had, giving away nothing of himself, for his opponent gave nothing away, either.

"If we must, then I guess it shall be."

With a small cough, he clears his lungs, stepping his left leg back for just a moment, turning his body to take a somewhat ready stance. He was planning to start small, eyes on the hand at the hilt of the other man's blade for just a moment before they narrow to small slits, travelling back to his face. He moves his right hand away from the stick in his hand, which was truly his zanpakutou, extending it palm outward towards his foe. He then turns it, fist balling save for his pointer finger. Though it could have been an attack, for the moment, it was a small, rather insignificant taunt, crooking his finger once, twice, then a third time.

He did not taunt him for long, however, for he then turned his hand over, pointing the same finger at his foe's right shoulder. He mutters a quick incantation under his breath, keeping his eyes on the man's shoulders...he didn't often watch the feet. He saw each attack starting at the shoulders, though at times he had been wrong. He does not announce the name of his attack aloud, murmuring it to himself, for he knew just by the professional nature that his foe had experience. He would know the attack well, the lance of white lightning from the tip of his pointer finger towards the man's right shoulder a rather weak hadou four, Byakurai, but even such a weak spell could do damage if one underestimated his foe, though it was doubtful he would.

He had watched as his opponent taunted him greatly, until he began to mutter some words. At that moment, he moved, leaving a afterimage that appeared as if he still stood there. Nothing was different about the afterimage, or him himself, and the afterimage just stood staring as he moved using Shunpo moving at such speed, bursting at the moment as he stood there at that exact spot. He was now on top of a building as his opponent fired Byakurai, and he then jumped from the top of the building, and brought his fist back. Unlike most of Shinigami, like the previous Espada, his skin was pretty hard, about as hard as steel.

As he came down he brought his fist back, and swung directly at the man's left side, aiming at his face, as he held his hat with his other hand, gliding down as he swung his fist. He glided like a heavenly angel, moving at a high speed. A grin reaching from one side of his face to the other appeared as he expected to catch his opponent off guard, with his immense speed and power. Then again he could not underestimate a Vizard, considering they had incredibly strong Hollow powers, but that's why he was sent.

Because of his skill, speed, and strength that could match a hollow. Even if a shinigami possessed Hollow powers, that would not change the outcome of a battle with him. He had defeated 3 other Vizards, one of them being Shinji. He took pride in following orders, and being loyal to the Soul Society, not talking back, and commencing the action given to him. Defeating Hollows had become somewhat of a hobby for him now, and he would not die in a battle with a man like this.

Eyes narrowing in concentration as the bolt of lightning neared his opponent, he curled his forefinger back into his hand once more. As the bolt had hit, the afterimage had turned to nothing, proving to be just what it was...an apparition. He had not counted on hitting his opponent so easily, however, and as such had not underestimated his foe, his quiet calculations continuing in silence inside his skull. His hand curls upon the end of his zanpakutou, eyes narrowed and unmoving, yet his ears open and listening.

It was because of such that he heard his opponent, though a lesser man would have overlooked the subtle sounds of the flap of cloth and the whistle of wind over his foe's fist. He did not move as drastically as the other male, however. When he burst into motion, it was instead to slide to one side, his right hand easily whipping his zanpakutou from its sheath. He was using his opponent's own movement against him, for momentum was a bitch, even for a Shinigami.

Even before his foe's fist had come close enough to ruffle the tiny hairs upon its face with the proximity of its passage, his right hand had begun its ascent. Even a sealed zanpakutou swung by a powerful foe could harm a Shinigami and Shuyin most definitely was. To make up for the fact that his shikai and bankai were not quite the damage dealers that some were, he had trained to the point that he could fight on the level such that a Captain and their lieutenant would have trouble with him even before donning his mask. His reiatsu could be destructive if unleashed fully, much like Zaraki Kenpachi.

He was not swinging his zanpakutou, however, for the point was intent for his foe's chest, specifically the area that housed his right lung. His eyes trace up to his grinning face, his own face still a stony mask. It had been so and likely would be so unless pushed to desperation. He prided himself on his quiet confidence and skill. With nary a sound at the close proximity of fist to face, his zanpakutou slicing ever closer to his opponent's flesh, the threat of impalement very real with their closeness. It was a testament to his senses and skills that he had not been surprised and had not yet given any ground.

As he came down, he found that his opponent detected him faster than most others, and this made his smile grow even wider as the blade was pointed at his chest as he fell down, the momentum taking him to his opponent. As he got closer, the blade then made contact with his body, but only for a split second, as he used Shuyin, and pushed his body up, so that his body was straightened, and the blade then was pointing past his body, that was above the blade. He then let lose the punch, that was aimed at his opponent.

He had flew at him at first, his body , feet aimed at the ground, and his body if on the ground standing up. But now his body was straight like a dart, and above the blade that his opponent had intended to pierce his flesh. Even if the blade had connected, it probably would have given him the perfect moment to finish his opponent before much of anything happened. As he swung his fist at his opponents face at the time that he dodged his little trick. He put some force into this punch, making sure it hurt him enough.

When one expected the unexpected, one was never let down, and as such, Shuyin was not surprised that his opponent did not end up impaled on his blade, breast against his fist and the hilt. Instead, the crafty Kizyora had turned himself just as the tip of his blade nicked his clothing. Instead of being slid down the blade's length, he now slide over the back of the blade, turned parallel to it, yet at odds with the approaching ground below. The punch that had come so close to his face to begin with seemed to have been let loose again even with his movement away from its original intent.

As his opponent brushed by him at speed, fist aimed for his face, it took only a jerk of the head and a slight turn to allow the knuckles to bypass his face with enough space for them to not contact, yet still ruffle the miniscule hairs on his face with the wind of passage. In retaliation, his left hand lances across his body, sliding beneath his right arm, releasing the shaft of his zanpakutou since it was still sealed in walking stick state. He catches it with his right hand, now holding both blade and case, eyes still on his opponent since he had been forced to turn his head to avoid the punch. Yet again, though, he had not given ground to the Shinigami, the Vizard just as crafty as his opponent, quick-witted, sound of body, and strong enough of spirit not to let anything shake him.

Because of his opponent's momentum, he did not aim his left palm directly for his foe, aiming instead for where he would be a second from then, for he would miss if he did not. He did not use an incantation for his next hadou, did not even murmur its name, thinking that to be his mistake in the first use of kidou. As his hand slid far enough under his right arm that his clothing and own body was out of the line of fire, he released from his left palm an oblong, violet blast of spiritual energy that spun as it approached Kizyora. While he had hoped his angles would send the Haien blast at the other male's torso, he had been a bit off, instead approaching at the thigh when his speed and the angle of fire was taken into account.

Neither Shinigami nor Vizard had made any true headway in the battle yet, but if the Haien struck his opponent's right leg as it was intent upon doing, it would likely hold significance, maybe even become the early turning point in the battle. Even at a third of its power without the incantation, Haien would likely burn away a good portion of the Shinigami's thigh, leaving him with only one limb to stand upon. He would not count on hitting him, however, for it seemed they were evenly matched for the moment...though things could change in the blink of an eye.

{It's unprofessional of me to put OOC here, I know, but I'm just pointing out my edit, which I'll put in italics. I do apologize for that, but I dislike it when I don't spell correctly and I only noticed it when I had hit submit.}

As he found that he had missed with his punch, he grew even more amused in the second as he moved his head just in time to dodge the punch. As the man moved his head out of the way, just in case, he immediately mummered some words under his breath before his opponent then fired a Haien directly at him, though he found it was specifically aimed at his torso, he found that his momentum saw that it would hit his thigh. As it flew at him, luckily he had mummered the chant under his breath, because a Pyramid shaped barrier formed around him, obviously meaning he used Tozansho.

As the Haien hit the Pyramid shaped sheild, Kizyora then went on to mummer more words under his breath consecutively right before the Pyramid came up. Though this time if you were right by his mouth, you could hear him whisper the incantation lowly, and quickly.

"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!"

Directly afterward, a large red ball of energy was fired directly at his opponent shortly after Haien hit the Pyramid shaped shield. At the moment he used his right hand to do so, he put his left hand on his Zanpaktou, and smirked as he then used Shunpo to gain some distance, before sticking his sword in the ground and smirking as he looked up at the man about 2 and a half kilometers away. He now stood on a bigger street not to far away out of his line of vision.

He then begins to mummer a incantation, but he did this more loudly, but due to it being so loud and fast, it was impossible to tell what he was saying. He focused, closing his eyes, keeping aware of his surroundings as he prepared a Kido spell for his opponent, that would give him the upper hand if done correctly, or hopefully give him a edge.

As they battled, the ex-Captain Vizard could sense the amusement in the air radiating off of his foe like a stinking wave. He disliked it when one found amusement in battle, for battle was not meant to be fun, for as he had always heard it, war is hell. His missed punch was not a time to celebrate, though neither would his defeat, were he to bring it to that point by the end of this frantic dance. He shook his head just slightly to clear his vision of a drop of sweat, for it was a rather warm day. The air was cooling, however, and the back of his neck prickled with odd sensations as the blast approached.

When the Haien blast impacted with the glowing pyramid around Kizyora, he shook his head just once, eyes narrowing as his eyes scan the other's face. The blue orbs catch the subtle, very subtle, movements of the male's lips, something a lesser man would have missed for certain. He did not know what those murmurs meant for a moment, though the red blast caused him a slight worry. He brought his right arm up, hurry in his voice as he finally gave ground, pushing up and back off of the SUV as his right arm swept out before him.

Instead of hardening spirit particles beneath his feet to stay in the air, he let gravity take him, the arc of hardened reiatsu caused by his Enkosen bakudou intercepting the Shakkahou from the Shinigami. Despite being blocked, however, the impact of the hadou with the bakudou shield did cause a rather hefty explosion, the Vizard using the cover of the SUV husk for a measure of further protection, though the wind did buffet his frame. The husk itself rocks and threatens to tip for a moment before its left tires snap off the axles, causing it to settle once more.

When he looked through the smoking husk towards where his opponent would have landed, he narrows his eyes, shaking his head and causing the ponytail of braids to sway. His opponent was gone once more, leaving the Vizard to close his eyes, concentrating for a moment as he places his fingertip to the ground. Not all of his hollow powers required him to pull on the mask, using pesquisa to determine the Shinigami's location. He did not put enough concentration into it to determine his power level, instead standing fully and sheathing his zanpakutou once more. He wasn't really a swordplay type of guy anyway. He relied more upon kidou and his hollow powers if pushed past the point of his kidou abilities.

The Vizard then disappears with a sound of swishing cloth, his eyes still narrowed as he uses Shunpo to close the distance once more. He did not go directly for his opponent, however, staying upon a street one over from the Shinigami. As he slows to a normal speed once more, his lips part, beginning to speak an incantation, but not much louder than a normal conversation. Even in the quiet city, it would be impossible to hear with the wind that was picking up. With the clouds coming from the west, rain was inevitable, it seemed, for he could even smell it coming.

"Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!"

As he finishes the incantation, putting the full power behind the Raikouhou spell, he extends his right arm out towards the building at his side, standing in the middle of the street to keep away from any side effects of what he was doing. His left holds his zanpakutou, the wave of yellow energy slicing through the building with all the grace of a rhino through a china shop, destroying brick, mortar, wood, and metal on its path towards Kizyora. It drags the debris along with it, an explosion of detritus preceding it into the street opposite him where his opponent stood. If the Shinigami was not expecting such, he may just catch him offguard, the wave of yellow energy possessing vast power, for Shuyin had been and still was a kidou master, head turned to watch the outcome of the spell.

As the spell began to take effect, he saw a shadow of something big, and looked up to see a very large building that was coming tumbling down. With not enough time left, he stopped the spell, and drew his Zanpaktou, swinging the blade just in time, as the building fell, he cut it in half, a blue wave of Reiatsu flying in the air as he swung his blade. The building came falling, and he managed to fit between the margin that he had cut between both pieces of the building, as he cursed to himself, using Shunpo to appear on top of the side of the building that sat on the freeway.

He looked over at his opponent, who had been clever to pull of such a stunt, and smiled as he then lifted out his blade and concentrated for a few seconds before suddenly a large crater appeared under his feet, the building becoming crushed under the intense spirtual pressure that he put upon himself and the blade. He smiled as he then warped space with his speed, appearing infront of his opponent in a matter of 2 seconds, before he fired a pure blast of Reiatsu, shooting it directly at his face, putting enough pressure to do some damage to the face upon impact.

At the same time, he brought his sword up, and brought it down upon the man's head, then suddenly, the sword was heading in the direction of his left leg, right next to it, preparing to cleave through his flesh, as it moved swiftly cutting through the air.

Cocking his head to one side, the Vizard who had once been Captain licks his lips, the wave of the Raikouhou spell having taken out the bottom two floors of the building. It was a miracle that it fell towards his opponent considering the fact that the side facing himself had been the side hit first. When it fell like a tree of brick and steel, he was inwardly glad, yet did not show such. He had learned quite some time before that emotion in battle only brought trouble upon the one who showed such, eyes narrowing as dust billowed into the air in a great plume.

The blue wave of reiatsu surprises him only slightly, for he had not expected that single attack to truly damage or even hit his opponent yet. They were two spiritual beings that seemed to be fighting on par as Captains at the moment, it seemed. The two were above that level, however, if potential were taken into account. He steps to one side to avoid the blade of reiatsu itself, eyes tracking the Shinigami, though. As an ex-Captain, he had prodigious skill in Shunpo, able to process and keep up with another's speed easily if he could visualize the speed. He was not trying to keep up with the Shinigami, however...he was trying to outwit him.

Heaving a gentle sigh, he braced himself for what was to come, preparing to move or to block the blow, his eyes narrowing in concentration. His eyes were his best asset for now, keeping his ass out of hot water, so to speak, his fingers curling. When the Shinigami released his inner reiryoku into a rather showy display of reiatsu to crush the building, the Vizard just snorted. Such showmanship had never proven anything, for it was the quiet ones that were truly dangerous most times. Even his speed was unsurprising to the Vizard, already leaning back and away from his opponent by the time his speed manifested him in front of his frame.

When his hand extended out to the fore, blasting the solid reiatsu, strangely similar to a bala from an Arrancar, the Vizard was already bent backwards, in the midst of full movement. The wind of the reiatsu blast's passage ruffles his braids and the slight stubble on his face, hearing it impact on the buildings behind him, his arms arching backwards. Even as the Shinigami's blade approached his leg, however, it was rising from the asphalt, his hands planted behind him. It was all part of the plan now, legs rising ever higher.

He felt the blade barely slice off a portion of the bottom of his rather thick straw sandals, though passing harmlessly under his flawlessly arched body, his left hand still holding the sheathed zanpakutou against the ground. His right hand rises, though, perched on one hand as he came back over from the backflip, his feet coming down as he once more releases a simple spell. His right palm faces the male's stomach just as his feet impact the ground, not bothering with an incantation. There was no time for one, firing off the blue blast of a Soukatsui spell directly at Kizyora's stomach. While not impossible, it had been a difficult transition to accomplish all of that in the space of the few seconds he'd had, yet Kizyora would know it was not impossible now...a Vizard who had once been Captain was no simple Shinigami, no seated officer. At the range the two were at, the impact of the Soukatsui would be devastating if it hit, though it would also damage Shuyin a bit...though if the Shinigami, by some chance, dodged it, the building behind him that had been mostly demolished would likely be turned to dust.

As he found that his slash to the man's leg had missed, he came up just as his man landed on his feet, his eyes widened, and all he could do was brace for what came, by bringing up his sword. As the blast came his way, it hit him and his blast, and blood leaked out of his mouth in great amounts, though he quickly shut his mouth as great as possible, as the smile faded from his mouth. He was flown out to the building in the distance by the blast of that magnitude, creating a large crash as he crashed into the thick building. His smile was gone, as he layed within the building contemplating what to do.

"This Vizard...is...strong..." he said as he grabbed his blade, and began to grip it tightly. He had not shown any power yet, and his opponent had yet to see anything.

"He is playing the Counter-Attack game..." he said as he stood and carved a path using Reiatsu to get out of the building, and now stood on the surface of the building once again. He looked where the man stood, and pointed his blade at him, and he shifted his Zanpaktou back to its sealed form, and sheathed it. He decided now was not the time to use that, but it was time to play a game of his he found fun. He crouched down on the surface of the building, and closed his eyes. He was crouched down like a Leopard, or a lion, as he then concentrated for a moment.

Boom. Suddenly his current position that he was thought to have been at was now unconfirmed. He seemed to have suddenly disappeared from his current spot leaving a crater in his disappearance. As he appeared behind him, he didn't take time to stay there, for he was gone again, creating intense reiatsu firing it at him that time directly at his back. Suddenly he began appearing all over the field, using Shunpo with increased Spiritual particle's enveloping his feet, and a technique tought to him by Former Captain Suza. He then pulled out "No Name" His Reiatsu reserved somewhat Bankai blade that he had been saving for another fight, but why keep this fight going to long, when he could end this?

He stood there, after moving across the field about 8 times, and stood up looking at his opponent as he held no name in his hand. He then smiled as he unsheathed his Zanpaktou at the same time, and stabbed his No name sword in the ground, and released his Zanpaktou revealing the Shikai once again. Now he was dual wielding the No named released sword that contained insane amounts of Reiatsu within it, and his Zanpaktou, shikai form.

He stared, shooting his opponent down with his eyes as he said.

"Just lay down and die." as he began to smile.

Closing his eyes as the hadou neared its target, the Vizard could do nothing but brace for the impact himself, as he had not been able to regain his balance in time. When the Soukatsui spell hit his opponent, the blast was deafening, cratering the ground between them and beneath his opponent. Asphalt flew up in a great fountain, Shuyin caught off guard by the strength of the spell, even at a third of its power. Surely if he had decided on the doubled version, Souren Soukatsui, things would have been over. They were not, however, and the burns along his forearms as he shielded his face were not the extent of the side effects of such a close range blast.

With the explosion of the Soukatsui spell, Shuyin’s recently regained footing was lost, taking him up and off his feet in the middle of the street. His arms pinwheel for a moment, his clothing smoking and leaving a haze of the stuff in his wake before he makes impact. When his frame impacts the building that had been behind him, he coughs up a small gout of blood from a split lip from his own arm smacking his face. His tongue also bled from a self-inflicted bite wound, embedded inches into the brick and mortar of the building, the old materials flaking around him along the spider’s web of cracks.

“Ngeh…that…that wasn’t such a bright idea, I don’t think.”

He murmurs the words to himself, pulling and tugging at his frame to free himself of his self-made prison, eyes scanning the haze for his opponent. When he could not spot the foe, he placed a finger against the building, for it was a grounded object, using his pesquisa to detect the male out in the distance before him. Though it seemed his spiritual energy was still high, the finely attuned ability was able to sense at least a little damage to the male’s person. His eyes close, tuning further into his pesquisa as he works his right shoulder free, zanpakutou lying before him on the sidewalk. He kept his attention on his pesquisa and his pesquisa tuned into Kizyora, waiting and anticipating the next move, though when it came, he was somewhat surprised.

The sudden sound of the explosion of movement caused his ears to perk, concentrating even harder to keep his attention on Kizyora’s position. The male had somehow gotten beside him, though it was not hard to use Shunpo to get around a stationary target. Once inside the building he was embedded in, the Vizard had felt the other’s reiatsu spike to let off another blast. In his current state, his reaction time would not allow for him to emit enough reiatsu to counter such a move, yet he knew how he would be able to.

His right hand, now that it was free, rises from his side where he was pushing, quickly curling into a claw-like formation atop his head. Pulling down swiftly, a white mask with very little features upon it forms in his palm, pushing it onto his face with a swiftness that only came of slight desperation. With his irises turned golden and black sclera deep as midnight, the Vizard manifests his hollow mask and its phenomenal power. Sucking in a powerful breath, the Vizard then proceeded to spike his reiatsu to extremely high levels for a fraction of a second.

“Nnnnnggggrrrraaaaahhhh!”

With a dual-toned scream, a column of white reiatsu that reaches the clouds forms around the Vizard, using a technique similar in usage to Hanki, Reverse Demon. To counteract his opponent’s reiatsu from tearing the building to pieces with him still embedded in the wall, he hit it with an equally powerful blast of his own potent reiatsu, cancelling it out and parting the clouds above as rain gathered to fall. A flash of lightning in the distance would have drawn the eye of a lesser being, yet Shuyin was not such.

With the wall destroyed around him by his own show of power to stop Kizyora’s reiatsu, the Vizard was now free to fall from the wall to the ground. His shirt had quite literally exploded off his frame from the combined explosion of the Soukatsui and then the violent clash of reiatsu, leaving his impressively toned and somewhat sweaty frame bare from the waist up. The blackened eyes with those golden irises scan over the now still form of Kizyora, growling in that odd, dual-toned way that Vizards had when their masks became manifest. He had all but ignored Kizyora’s little show of speed, for his own speed, while quite fast, tripled with the usage of his hollow mask. To make matters worse on Kizyora, he, out of all the Vizards, had been able to manifest his own mask for longer even than Mashiro, who had worn it for fifteen hours, on his first try, going almost double the length, so he had no need to train. He had not just gotten lazy, however, training just as hard, if not harder, than the other Vizards.

“I think not. So far you have shown me that you are neither better nor worse than I. So far you have proved my equal.”

Beneath the mask, his mouth was a thin, grim line once the twin voices rang out, unlike the smile his opponent was once more forming. His fingers close for a moment, reaching down to his zanpakutou and retrieving it, then “sheathing” it at his side with his belt loops. He inhales a slow breath, watching the male with his shikai and the other blade, shaking his head slowly for a moment. Even as he shakes his head, however, that afterimage dissipated from the feet up, having used the near insane speed of his hollow mask augmented Shunpo to appear to his opponent’s right, a cero roiling in his right palm before he punches outward with it, spiritual energy also encompassing his fist. Not only did Kizyora have a slower and powerful cero to deal with on approach to his torso, but there was also the bala that was twenty times faster and more like a bullet than a flamethrower to deal with at the fore end of that cero. While not going for the kill, he was going for a debilitating strike…it was against his code of ethics to kill anything that was not a hollow.

As the hollow moved to his side to fire a cero along with a punch inside of it, he lifted up his Alternate Bankai, taking the blast of the cero and then the punch which sent him flying into the distance, and as he did so, it was insanely amazing how far he was sent back sending him flying through 5 buildings, before he managed to stop, coughing up some blood, before the hair got in his face, as he stared ahead of him as the man that had fired the insanely powerful Cero, that he barely managed to block all of.

He had strained to block it all, and when it followed with a punch, he was hurled a far distance, the Cero still hitting as he was sent through the buildings. As he stood on the side of the building, he launched himself off, before seemingly moving in the direction of his opponent, his hat flapping off, revealing his Crimson Red eyes, obviously extremely abnormal for a shinigami, though he was no ordinary shinigami, he was one of great persistence and never accepted defeat until he was killed.

As he neared after passing the 3 building he had been knocked through, he used Shunpo as he appeared high in the sky and began to chant loudly as he said "Gather energy from the darkness of the universe; now take aim and obliterate!" he said as his blades disappeared and he put his hands together in a diamond shape, and a destructive black diamond blast fired from his hand, as it neared the opponent, and he implemented the blast, making it more wide as it neared his opponent, though wider, it was due to more energy that he pumped, thus it did not get weaker.

He roared as he yelled out the name, and the blast neared, but one thing was notable, that the blast was first off black, like a onyx. Second off, the blast seemed to carry not just a plain black blast, but a blast fired using black electricity with it, appearing to be extremely destructive and it was extremely destructive. He didn't count on killing his opponent with this blast, but he did plan on startling him, or doing much damage to him, as he had done with Cero, he was proving that two could play at the game of high powered blasts.

((Hado - 62 - Destructive Onyx Wave - User places both hands together, making the shape of a diamond with them and then aims at target(s) and fires off a large diamond-shaped blast.))

Letting out an agitated sound that was part roar and part yowl like a tortured cat, the hollowfied Vizard reached down to his zanpakutou. His fingers grasped the walking stick, holding it tightly for a moment before shaking his head. He was doing fine, it seemed, with just his hollow mask powers and kidou. He would not break a good streak, those black and gold eyes tracing the path he’d sent the shinigami hurtling over. The city around them groaned with the clash of spiritual pressures, the human world not built for such, his reiatsu tearing up the very concrete he stood on, wild and untamed in this form, becoming wilder as he loses patience. He did not know the extent of the shinigami’s injuries, but his own were minor for now, a few scratches and burns from the explosion of his own Soukatsui spell and the cuts along his back from the subsequent embedment into the building and its destruction by his reiatsu and Kizyora’s.

As the hollowfied male tilted his head back to roar again, braids whipping backwards, the sky opened up. A bolt of lightning split the sky, the rain that had been brewing spilt upon them with all the ferocity of a flood. The clouds that had been parted by his titanic reiatsu release earlier had reformed above them, the light dimmed to very low levels. The clouds were thick and heavy, dropping rain in buckets and buckets. In only seconds, Shuyin was soaked to the bone, his bare chest being washed clean and his shorts becoming skintight as they clung to him. His twin voice echoed around the partially destroyed city block, his rage evident, though the rain that was coming harder and harder soon drowned the cry out.

Shuyin stood in opposition to the shinigami as he prepared for the next assault, his arms crossing defiantly over his muscular chest. His fingers clenched on his biceps at the moment, eyes narrowing behind that faceless mask. The white mask glinted in a flash of lightning, beads of water rolling down the mask, rivers cutting their way down his chest. Though thunder rolled loudly, the shinigami’s cry made itself known to him as he called out the chant for a kidou spell, likely one of the many hadou spells. His lips twitched and jerked beneath the mask, trying to pull themselves into an agitated snarl. Though he had subjugated his inner hollow, the sadistic bastard still inserted bits of his own personality into Shuyin the longer he donned the mask. The effects always faded when the masked was doffed, but it could pose problems for his foe if he let his control slip for a bit.

Narrowing his eyes slowly, the vizard would then take a step back, but not in fear, as the hadou’s destructive force manifested itself into the massive diamond shape. He knew not which this was, having never encountered this specific kidou, yet he did have a counter for it for the moment. His lips parted behind the mask, licking the insides of them hungrily for just a moment. His fingers wiggled against his biceps, arms flexing together over his chest and causing his chest to harden for a moment. His nails dug into his flesh, then release, his arms moving down in a cross pattern, though only to get his arms uncrossed and at his sides again, crying out a single spell name.

“Bakudou 81: Danku.”

Before the vizard manifested a wall that dwarfed him in height, almost triple his height as he stood before the destructive wave of force. Though the hadou gouged the landscape around Shuyin as it neared, the vizard did not move or flinch. His fists did curl tightly, eyes narrowing at the crackling blackness in the blast, the landscape around the shield wall of reiatsu disintegrating into a dust cloud. That cloud would mask Shuyin for all of a few moments before the rains and winds pushed it away, showing that the Vizard stood unharmed, one eye narrowing a bit more than the other.

“And now it is my turn, child. Die.”

The voice, whilst still being Shuyin’s, came out colder, more callous than before, a single manifestation in the real of his inner hollow. He stepped forward one step, then two, then his form began to peel apart as it had before, merely a speed-born afterimage. The real Shuyin wouldn’t be seen if he didn’t want to be, one of the fastest of the vizards, but not the fastest. The already impressive speed of shunpo only became more impressive with his hollow mask donned. The real Shuyin manifested into the real once more, this time above and to the left of the shinigami, as silent as the void. His head turned to look down upon the male, an air of contempt about him now. He was beginning to hate the other male and he never hated lightly.

Extending his left fist down towards the shinigami, his hand opened, reiatsu again boiling inside his palm. That was not the extent of it, however, showing a skill that he had not seen the other vizards use if they possessed it. His right arm also came around, a cero being prepared in that hand, as well, a breath being exhaled. That single sound would be all the warning the shinigami got, likely to miss it as thunder rolled above them once more. With nary a sound extra, the twin ceros roared away from his palms on a collision course for Kizyora’s skull. While one single cero had power enough to harm him as much as it had, the twin ceros would likely obliterate much of his upper torso if it impacted. Though Shuyin was only damaged in a minor capacity, he was, however, using large amounts of reiatsu at once, taking out chunks of his stamina with each huge attack.