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Tuna2 · 01-15-2008

In one hand he held the woman's foot, in the other his blade with which the woman's other foot was connected. "Heh," he had muttered with complete confidence. Of course, he knew from multiple past experiences that getting to confident about a situation could lead to a defeat. This woman though, as high as her spirit power was, didn't seem to be as tough as he had originally thought.

Suddenly, a small glow emanated from between the two fighters. At first, thinking Genkai was simply increasing her output of power, Ichigo held fast. Then, feeling a small warmth near the center of his chest, Ichigo realized that the power wasn't coming from her body as a whole. No, it was only concentrated at the tip of her finger.

'This can’t be' the boy thought while eyeing the blast suspiciously, 'kidou, cero...no, that's not it.'

As he was and at this range, there was no way Ichigo could possibly dodge the attack without taking damage. He only had one choice; he had to reveal his trump card. Within the split second it took Genkai to gather the energy to release her attack, the shingami released Genkai's right foot and placed his hand in front of his face. The blast was fired.

A few moments passed and the crowd 'ooed and awwed' in what seemed to be amazement. As the smoke cleared, it was revealed to the user of the attack that Ichigo was no longer standing in front of her.

"Nice," said a voice from behind the old woman, "Never expected you to use something like that."

Ichigo turned to face the woman, his left arm clutching the large cleaver-like sword while the other wrapped what looked to be torn clothing around said arm. He had been hit by the blast but the speed the temporary power increase had allowed him had kept the damage to a minimal. Surprisingly, his face seemed more exhausted than it had before and his breath came in small pants. Although the power allowed him to do such things, it came at a price.

"So, whenever you're ready to continue," the boy said, a smirk on his face despite an injured left arm and a bit of exhaustion.

01-15-2008	#5 (permalink)
Tuna2 Bleach Ranked (16) Exequias Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: SoCal Posts: 520 Rep Power: 4	Re: Round I: Genkai [ANB] vs. Ichigo [Tuna2] In one hand he held the woman's foot, in the other his blade with which the woman's other foot was connected. "Heh," he had muttered with complete confidence. Of course, he knew from multiple past experiences that getting to confident about a situation could lead to a defeat. This woman though, as high as her spirit power was, didn't seem to be as tough as he had originally thought. Suddenly, a small glow emanated from between the two fighters. At first, thinking Genkai was simply increasing her output of power, Ichigo held fast. Then, feeling a small warmth near the center of his chest, Ichigo realized that the power wasn't coming from her body as a whole. No, it was only concentrated at the tip of her finger. 'This can’t be' the boy thought while eyeing the blast suspiciously, 'kidou, cero...no, that's not it.' As he was and at this range, there was no way Ichigo could possibly dodge the attack without taking damage. He only had one choice; he had to reveal his trump card. Within the split second it took Genkai to gather the energy to release her attack, the shingami released Genkai's right foot and placed his hand in front of his face. The blast was fired. A few moments passed and the crowd 'ooed and awwed' in what seemed to be amazement. As the smoke cleared, it was revealed to the user of the attack that Ichigo was no longer standing in front of her. "Nice," said a voice from behind the old woman, "Never expected you to use something like that." Ichigo turned to face the woman, his left arm clutching the large cleaver-like sword while the other wrapped what looked to be torn clothing around said arm. He had been hit by the blast but the speed the temporary power increase had allowed him had kept the damage to a minimal. Surprisingly, his face seemed more exhausted than it had before and his breath came in small pants. Although the power allowed him to do such things, it came at a price. "So, whenever you're ready to continue," the boy said, a smirk on his face despite an injured left arm and a bit of exhaustion.