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Post by Naito Kazuya on May 15, 2016 21:09:07 GMT -6
Naito waved a hand, knocking the second arc of light out of the air. "You'll have to do better than that, sister." His grin grew wide as he flash stepped toward his sister. Sadow appeared before him.
"I don't know what this is," began Sadow, as a fury of her feathers swirled around them. "But, it ends now!" Sadow's feather's wrapped around her hand and forearm, creating a sharp edge. "Imai! Go!"
As Sadow swung her arm, Naito caught the sharp edge in his hand. "Not enough!" Naito threw Sadow into Takai, knocking the both of them across the room. His eyes darted to the sight of his father grabbing his blade from the mantle.
"What's wrong, old man? Can't fight without this?" Naito held up his father's crest. "Every Quincy's tool, right? What are you going to do with that ragged piece of shit? Hm? Kill your son? Is that what the hell we've come to, father? Is that what the Kamlyns are? A fucking disaster in the making?"
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Post by Methuselah on May 15, 2016 21:22:22 GMT -6
Methuselah grunted, as he unsheathed his blade. "What a day this has been." He turned to face his son. "First, I reminisce and share my past with Sadow. Then, you appear, frightening and fighting my family."
"I am your family, you asshole." Naito's eyes narrowed.
"No. You are a farce. A creation of Sousuke Aizen. I buried my son. And, I am going to bury you."
"You can try, you piece of shit. You can try."
Methuselah pointed his blade at his son. "I do not try. I just do. I either succeed. Or, I fail. And, I. Do. Not. Fail!"
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Post by Naito Kazuya on May 15, 2016 21:40:51 GMT -6
Naito flash stepped toward his father, swinging a fist. His fist slammed into the brick of the fireplace. His father had disappeared. "Fuck you! Don't you run from me!" Naito took an armored glove from on top the mantle and put it on. The armor began to glow orange, as Naito narrowed his eyes. His gaze fell on Takai and Sadow.
A grin formed on his lips as Naito dodged his father's swinging blade. The blade came at him again, as he caught it with his armored hand.
"You've gotten slow over the last year, old man."
"Have I?" questioned Methuselah. Methuselah looked to the blood that began to drip from Naito's face.
Naito wiped the blood from his face with a growl. "Yeah. So, I may just let you live long enough to see me fuck Sadow. How does that sound?"
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Post by Methuselah on May 16, 2016 7:17:47 GMT -6
Methuselah narrowed his eyes, steadying his blade. "You say that as if you've never made that threat before. Recall what happened the last time you made that threat." A smile tugged on Methuselah's lips. "I broke your body in more places than you could count. This time is no different."
"Tell me, Naito. How have you returned?"
"My soul was retrieved from hell and placed in a new body." Naito grinned as he took a fighting stance. "A replicate of Sada Teruo's body. Not a perfect as his. But, still very capable of tearing you apart!"
"Furainken..." mumbled Methuselah. He pointed the blade toward the ceiling. Grunting in pain, Methuselah raised his broken arm and pulled back. "Please...Lend me power...Please..."
Nothing. Methuselah pulled back again.
Nothing.
"Damn..." As Methuselah cursed the inaction of the blade in his hand, a bright blue arrow struck Naito in the face.
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Post by Uyru Ishida on May 16, 2016 7:27:59 GMT -6
As Naito turned, another arrow struck him in the face. Uryu stepped into the room, drawing back on his bow again and firing another arrow. Quickly, he released arrow after arrow, piercing Naito's body and knocking him to ground.
"Ishida?" mumbled Methuselah. His eyes fell to his crest that had fallen from his son's grasp.
An arc of light knocked Naito back down, as he rose from the floor. "Stay down, brother!"
"No!" shouted Sadow, sending a barrage of feathers toward Naito. "Let his ass get up!"
Uryu continued to release arrow after arrow, piercing Naito's flesh and pinning him to the wall behind him.
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Post by Methuselah on May 16, 2016 8:06:53 GMT -6
Methuselah groaned as he picked up his crest and stepped between the three Quincy and his son. A massive black bow formed in his hand.
"What the hell is this?" Naito laughed as blood poured from his mouth and body. "You've trained them well, father..."
"No." replied Methuselah. "We are a family, Naito. This is what is done for your family. You protect it. No matter the cost." Methuselah raised and pulled back on the massive black bow. Naito pulled away from the wall and stepped toward his father.
"You can't kill me, old man." Naito wiped the blood from his mouth. "You won't. You can't bring yourself to kill your own flesh and blood."
Methuselah hummed, as he pulled further back on the bow. "You're right. I couldn't kill my child. But, then again...You're flesh and blood is that of Sada Teruo."
"You can't kill me! I'm your son! I'm your son!" His father raised the bow, bringing it closer to his face. "This body won't allow it. It won't. I'll just reform."
Methuselah sighed and lowered his bow. He dropped his crest to the floor and let his broken arm fall to his side. Stepped closer to Naito, ripping the armor from his hand. "I will keep you in the darkest part of this manor, until I figure out what to do with you."
"That's nothing new..."
"Ishida...Remove him from my sight."
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Post by Naito Kazuya on May 16, 2016 21:24:36 GMT -6
Naito growled as Ishida pulled back on his bow and pointed the arrow at his head. "You can't keep me in there forever. You couldn't the last time.""Things are different now, Naito. My aim then, was to keep you away from your sister. Now, it is to watch you die.""That won't happen." grinned Naito. "We're family, remember."Methuselah let a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "That is precisely why...You. Will. Stay. Buried."Naito cursed his father as Ishida forced him from the room. "We're family, you asshole! Family!"
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