A desperate Fight

Yummei Stepped forth from the garganta he had created and into the world of the living. Standing there he closed his eyes and let the wind buffet him. A slow sigh escaped his lips and his eyes flickered open it was time to hunt.

Yummei Had picked a victim, his soul smelt sweet and Yummei guessed he had a slight Spirit sensitivity. Good. He had followed the man home and waited till he had gone inside, now it was time to make his move. Leaping with a mighty effort he sailed towards the mans bedroom window...

A blade sliced into his shoulder and he was sent toppling to the ground. He hit the ground hard and tryed to perform a roll to lessen the impacet. What the hell was that? He flashed a quick glance and saw befor him a black robed man weilding a katana... Shinigami!

A throaty growl escaped Yummei and he picked himself up and circled warily. He had been cuaght of guard and he was determined it wouldn't happen again. His hesitation paid off and the shinigami charged him coming in with a thrust for his abdonomen.

Yummei flipped backwards avoiding the blow and lashed out with his spiked tail as he did so, catchinhg the shinigami on the right side of his face and opening a wound along his face; it narowly avoided his eye.

The shinigami cursed him and come in again with a downwards slash, easily evaded by xavier who let the shinigami over swing and then punched him in the gut winding him. Now that the elemant of suprise was gona the man's movements were slow.

Yummei chuckled as the shinigami came at him again, again thrusting but this time high. Aiming for my skull Yummei though, now thats just bad manners! Once again Yummei easily evaded this time with a side step and slight crouch. He jumped foward slightly and slapped the man hard across the face, the blow had enough force in it to make the man drop. Yummei quickly seized upon this and drove his foot into the shinigami's stomach.

It was over all that was left now was the kill. Yummei chuckled sadisticaly. He was going to enjoy this.

+1.5* Sword Skill

*= I gace the extra .5 because of remarkable grammar and subject knowledge.

OOC: Tahh very much

The rain lashed down around them and their breath fogged the air. Ragged gasps came from both, not in exhaustion but from the heavy release of adrenaline that was now surging through both of them right at this very moment.

Light and dark, good and bad. The contrast between them was... was... reassuring. It made it all the more simple and easy to be delightfully evil when you knew their was someone out there who was dedicated to being boringly heroic.

His tail quivered in anticipation, and he let his glance slide slowly towards it, giving the shinigami opportune opening to launch a strike. Exactly as Yummei had predicted and planned the shinigami leapt forward, Zanpakuto coming in a straight slash brought from the middle guard position towards the head. Quick, Clean and Yummei guessed immensely painful. Letting loose with his tail he brought it in a sharp angle, tearing up a chunk of the ground and sending a spray of ruble up towards the shinigami’s face. This in turn allowed for Yummei to initiate his own attack, while the shinigami cleared the ruble from his line if vision Yummei leaped in low sending a sharp thrust with his claw that grated along the shinigami’s ribs and as he carried on past with the momentum he arched his back and swept his body in a circular motion bring down a roundhouse kick on the shinigami’s shoulder.

Carried away from each other by the momentum of their own leaps Yummei skidded to a halt in the dirt while the shinigami rolled along the floor, holding the wound in his side he hopped to his feet. Yummei grinned and let his tail quiver noticeably, mind games were essential in combat! The shinigami gave a sour grimace and flexed his right shoulder testing how the wound would affect him; he shrugged in a whimsical way. Then was gone.

Crap, shunpo it had to be shunpo. Yummei acted on instinct and dropped to the ground. Pleasingly he heard the whistle of steel cutting through air that his head had occupied only moments before. Sweeping his leg round he hoped to catch the shinigami of guard and bring him to the floor, but he found only air. The shinigami had leaped up and over him and was coming in with an overhead slash that would end this fight if it connected.

Gathering his reatsu in the pal of his hand he moved on blind instinct and grabbed the sword as it came down. Deadly steel bit into his palm and dug deep down as the shinigami poured his weight into the blow, it was strength against strength now but Yummei was determined to win.

Bringing his tail up he made to pierce the shinigami in the back but was surprised when he made only a scraping cut down the shinigami’s back. Damn this guy is fast. His attack had served to bring a lot of the weight out of the shinigami’s blow and as such he was able to grapple his way on top.

On top Yummei had the advantage, but it still wasn’t plain sailing. The shinigami still had his zanpakuto logged in one of Yummei’s hands and was trying his hardest to brain him with it. Resorting to a baser technique Yummei simply pulled back and let his free hand pummel the face of the shinigami, he felt the satisfying crunch of cartilage and the hot pour of blood soak his hand as he battered away and turned the shinigami’s face into a bruised mess.

Breathing heavy he let the rise and fall of his chest sweep all thoughts away, the exhilaration of the kill was too much for him and he felt himself loosing to its demanding call. Letting loose he bellowed out a roar to the heavens. In the rain Yummei decided that this scene must be very poetic.

And then cold steel pierced him… He had underestimated his opponent. Or overestimated his strength. Battered and bruised surely but still alive, the shinigami grinned weakly and twisted the blade that was now logged in Yummei’s shoulder.

The pain was intense, and Yummei could feel the blood pumping round his body, the pound in his head. And then everything went red. With his right side now wholly incapacitated, his made mighty swing with his left arm and brought his closed fist down upon the shinigami’s head with a vengeance. Unforgiving, unrelenting, unfeeling.

Yummei’s fist struck like a mallet, the force of it bearing down on the shinigami’s face and creating an implosion that forced the head to explode outwards in a spray of jagged bone and blood.

Assured of his victory now, he wrenched the blade that was still hanging in his arm and almost screamed at the intense pain that flared up. But with a quiet determination he pulled it free. And then feeling strangely happy with himself slumped unconscious in the rain, sure in the knowledge that whatever didn’t kill you could only make you stronger.

+2... very good post. Nice balance between the emotional reaction and the physical reality of the battle. I followed Yummei's movements well. This was admirably done, a few small spelling errors could have been caught here and there, but the effort and skill you put into this post really shows. Nicely done.

Thanls a lot. Damn Typos.
Note to self: Learn to proof read.