Effectively gaining control of the dragon's movement, Lee slammed his foot on its back and stirred it around to direct it straight at Ryusuke. The assassin's eyes widened and he pushed himself to the left in a wide jump to avoid the rogue energy dragon, leaving it to obliterate a good sector of the forest edge where the battle had taken them. Having ditched his unwilling draconic ride moments before its 'death' by jumping back into the air, Lee found himself besieged on both sides again by the assassin's final pair of dragons. A wide open mouthed grin spread across his face as he used more blood to create two separate platforms that he used to push his body into a spinning rotation that had both bladed ends of his chain scythe wounding and wrapping around the necks of both dragons. He landed on the ground a couple of seconds later and dragged both energy constructs down behind him where they both detonated in death, all without sustaining a single non-self inflicted injury on
As Hatoshi stared at the of rubble that covered the downed Hunter, he could not help but wonder if he had ended up using too much power by accident. It was not something that had not happened before. He was often used to forgetting just how much more stronger he was compared to other people, even among the supernatural. A side effect of such was the fact that his battles tended to end up finishing far sooner than he would have preferred. Hatoshi knew he was a battle maniac. That was perhaps the best and most accurate way to describe his true nature. He loved the thrill of battle, lived for it even. That was the actual reason why he had ended up joining Rin's assassin squad. Like the others, his clan was part of a long standing coalition of hidden clans that had existed unnoticed for centuries following the decline of the Edo period of Japan. The clans had existed mainly to ensure that the true way of the shinobi did not die out completely. Every generation that passed by, the clans el
As he realized that he would not be breaking through this barrier at least not with the level of strength he had at the moment, Hatoshi used the recoil from a powerful haymaker that Jade merely slapped away to push himself back to the ground. When he made to inhale even more air, Hatoshi felt a sharp pain lance through his body forcing him to pause in his actions. As he took a moment to run a quick inspection of his internal body, Hatoshi could not help but smile grimly. 'I truly can't believe this...' He thought with a dark chuckle. '... For the first time ever, my body is actually tearing itself apart from how much power I've been forcing through it... All his muscles felt like a balloon that had been forcefully filled with pressurized air to the point of bursting. He had been using his ability for so long that he had never really thought about the repercussions. And in his defense, Hatoshi had never had to worry about such a thing in the past. Not even when he had fought Ryusuke
The two halves of a cracked button fell to the ground, destroyed by the the tip of the silver sword that had been brought to an abrupt stop less than a centimeter from piercing the chest of the alpha Hunter. Michael's left hand was clenched tightly around the middle of the blade, preventing it from moving any further as he glared at the shorter assassin who simply grinned at him and ripped her sword from his grip. He let go the moment she did so to avoid her blade drawing blood and she leapt back to put some distance between them. 'What was that?' Michael wondered silently. 'She just pointed her sword at me and said that word and it was like some of the strength in my right hand just disappeared.' ‘'Fūjiru'... that's a Japanese term for seal,’ the voice of his predecessor supplied helpfully in his mind.. 'Seal? Is she sealing away my strength?' ‘No, rather I think she's removing your speed instead. But with situation-dependent Variant abilities like this, one can never truly know
Seconds before the hurricane of annihilation could erase her from existence, Rin focused all her aura into the silver sword. The rushing influx of energy caused the weapon to glow a brilliant amber shade and the assassin pointed her sword directly at the approaching storm of magic. Michael hummed in interest as he watched the wave of his Erasure magic that had been disintegrating everything in the courtyard suddenly start behaving strangely. Instead of destroying everything it touched, the magic began to draw back into itself in a funneling motion into a point beyond the courtyard. He jumped onto the low fence that marked the beginning of the now almost non existent hedge to get a better look at the situation. As the magic rushed into her sword, Rin clenched her teeth as the massive influx of energy flowed through her body at a nearly overwhelming rate. The unique pattern on her sword's blade also lit up with a gray glow as the color of the aura around both the weapon and the wield
The attack came out of nowhere. One second she was mere seconds away from beheading her target for assassination, the next saw a mysterious sword-like weapon moving to impede her own slash. At first Rin had felt terribly insulted when she had extended her senses towards the Hunter as soon as he began moving to accurately detect when and where his block or counter was coming from. Since he had somehow managed to create a way to completely negate her ability's sealing power, Rin could definitely not risk this fight going on any longer than it already had. But then she had realized that something was off with the way his hand was moving. No matter how skilled a swordsman was, there was a minimum amount of force required to back every single sword swing at the very least. But this guy... Everything was just so off! First there was the lackadaisical grip he had on the sword's handle, as if he was just asking for it to get knocked right out of his hand. And considering that the weapon w
Two figures moved through the school, dashing over cars and scaling walls and buildings with incredible finesse and skill. As they blurred past a flickering streetlight, the white light caught both their faces for a short second. Both had Eastern origins based on their physical features, which was also exceptionally aesthetically pleasant though each differed in their own manner. One of them was a blonde, with snow white hair that fell around his face in a refreshingly bed-hair style. His face was quite handsome in a roguish manner that complemented the mischief and deviancy that lit his coal dark eyes. His lips were slightly drawn back in a perpetually sly smirk that seemed perfectly at home on his face. The other individual was more of a mixture of two different spectrums of attractiveness. His physiology was a perfect balance of an aristocratic cold aloofness with a delicate playboy appearance. His features were soft but well defined despite the flat thin-lipped expression h
The moment he plunged through the wall of the first building, Lee knew that things had gone drastically different from how he had hoped, at least what Ryusuke would have hoped. As soon as he touched down on the floor of the first corridor, Lee let his blood aura flare out as much as possible to suffuse the entire building. He scanned through each floor rapidly in search of even a trace of his alpha's residual energy. Or a lack of it more like, since Michael's ability did not tend to leave much behind. His scan came out negative much to Lee's annoyance. He quickly put aside his disappointment and disconcertion though and refocused his attention on the tracking Blood Magic spell that he had casted earlier. The spell had not picked up any traces of his leader's power in this building, but it had detected a faint hint of a familiar destructive energy lingering in the air around the block. Without wasting anymore time, Lee flexed good fingers, causing the claws on his hands to exte
Of all the people Michael had ever expected to stop him from committing an act as murder, he never expected it to be Lee Shen. The single most bloodthirsty person Michael had ever met was currently preventing him from ending an assassin that had been sent to kill him. The sheer absurdity of the scenario was what actually stunned Micheal long enough for Lee to dash up to him, grab his collar and push him up against the wall of a nearby building. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The white haired Asian growled as he held up his own leader by the scruff of the latter's shirt. The gray in Michael's eyes finally faded slowly and the crushing pressure in the area vanished as his energy was retracted back to himself. The expression of utter apathy on Michael's face soon disappeared and was replaced by a flat stare that shifted from the hand holding him up to the person the hand was connected to. "Have you finally lost it?" He asked slowly. "Don't give me that shit!"