Hattori
09-16-2006, 06:08 PM
In the darkness of night, a blade of grass rustles. In an instant there is a stillness which is completely unnatural. A soft breath sighs through the air and the band of fleet-footed Shinigami Covert Operatives continues on their mission. Against a hill in the darkness their target rises, a mammoth construction of shifting grey-black obsidion that perfectly reflects the moonlight. Every so often, a shimmer of glossy red ghosts over the surface of the citadal, as if it were painted in blood.
"How amusing." The voice, bitter and dry, cuts through the air like a frozen razor.
Panicked, the Shinigami feverishly swing their eyes around, searching for the source of the interruption. A few, more astute, finger their shruikens. A few, highly astute, lock up in fear. There is a shuffling of feet as a being, softly shadowed in the distance, cuts their way through the grass.
"You have ten seconds to surrender. You will be taken to the Citadel for interrogation . You have my word that you shall not be tortured nor killed."
A burly novice clad in an ill-fitting gray cloak snorts raucously, drawing his zanpaktou. At the front of their group, the rash Shinigami cannot see the plaintitive gestures of his squad leader, nor the dismal expressions of his seniors. Instead, he watches in confused belligerance as the figure stoops to pick up a pebble from the ground, moonlight casting gray shadows on the silver-blue outline of his spiky, almost serrated, hair. The figure hefts the pebble experimentally, as if testing its weight, and nods to himself.
A sluggish terror begins to form in the novice's gut, slowing making its way to his brain. Then an ice-blue reiatsu hits him like a wall, and he falls like a brick, utterly unconscious against the force of the being opposite him.
"That was one percent of my unreleased power. Unless you wish to become very intimate with this pebble, I suggest surrender."
The squad leader, terrified but valient, shakes his head. His voice rings like a bell in the night as he thrusts one upraised palm forward in the Cleaving Hakuda stance.
"We'll not surrender to Renegades! For Sei-"
"How unfortunate."
Two fingers come up, gently holding a pepple between them. Tian Wu Jian makes a flicking motion, launching the pebble at the hapless group of charging ninjas.
There is a sound of thunder.
The fortification of 80th District has begun. You are to defend our Fortress from Renegade incursion.
"How amusing." The voice, bitter and dry, cuts through the air like a frozen razor.
Panicked, the Shinigami feverishly swing their eyes around, searching for the source of the interruption. A few, more astute, finger their shruikens. A few, highly astute, lock up in fear. There is a shuffling of feet as a being, softly shadowed in the distance, cuts their way through the grass.
"You have ten seconds to surrender. You will be taken to the Citadel for interrogation . You have my word that you shall not be tortured nor killed."
A burly novice clad in an ill-fitting gray cloak snorts raucously, drawing his zanpaktou. At the front of their group, the rash Shinigami cannot see the plaintitive gestures of his squad leader, nor the dismal expressions of his seniors. Instead, he watches in confused belligerance as the figure stoops to pick up a pebble from the ground, moonlight casting gray shadows on the silver-blue outline of his spiky, almost serrated, hair. The figure hefts the pebble experimentally, as if testing its weight, and nods to himself.
A sluggish terror begins to form in the novice's gut, slowing making its way to his brain. Then an ice-blue reiatsu hits him like a wall, and he falls like a brick, utterly unconscious against the force of the being opposite him.
"That was one percent of my unreleased power. Unless you wish to become very intimate with this pebble, I suggest surrender."
The squad leader, terrified but valient, shakes his head. His voice rings like a bell in the night as he thrusts one upraised palm forward in the Cleaving Hakuda stance.
"We'll not surrender to Renegades! For Sei-"
"How unfortunate."
Two fingers come up, gently holding a pepple between them. Tian Wu Jian makes a flicking motion, launching the pebble at the hapless group of charging ninjas.
There is a sound of thunder.
The fortification of 80th District has begun. You are to defend our Fortress from Renegade incursion.