Rogue vs the hollow-like [Tsuyoshi/Renegade]

A ways away from the rogue Shinigami was the very hollow he had sensed. It was an ape-like abomination who was causing mass destruction, people were running from it, but strangely enough it was not chasing after them. This wasn't because they hollow didn't seek to devour their souls, but due to it being distracted. Next to the hollow would be another strong spirit, this one radiated with rage, and burned much brighter. This being was not another hollow, but the one called Revenant. He was dubbed this name by the hollows who tasted the bite of his sword, and this ape would be next.


In one quick motion, Revenant would draw his blade slashing across the ape's legs. The creature would howl as it fell to the ground, and Revenant would revel in it's suffering. The sweet sound of smiting the darkest of evils, the hollows. He would jump on top of the prone creature's back and proceed to drive his blade into it's spine. The creature would begin to fade from existence, it's soul had been destroyed. The plus would sheath his blade as he notice a strong spiritual power approaching. This was no human, he would turn to see what looked like a soul reaper. If a soul reaper had shown up, that meant they finally decided to take him in for his crimes of hollow annihilation. This just wouldn't do, he would softly and angrily whisper one world, "Shinigami"

Without a second thought, he would draw a spiritually enhanced Uzi from his hip and fire a large round of bullets at the floating man.

Tsuyoshi Hidou

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Revenant was already angry enough when he discovered a Shinigami had come to take him in, but a new fearsome rage would begin to form. This man just called him a hollow, the very beings he hated more than anything, the banes of his existence. There was perhaps no possible way to insult him better than comparing him to a hollow. As Tsuyoshi had finally come into range, he would manage to slash a large gash in-between the plates of Revenant's armor. He expected no less from a skilled swordsman. A red aura of pure hate and destruction would surround Revenant as he set his eyes on the rogue soul reaper, "I am no hollow you filth, but I'm not one of the soul society's lap dogs either!"

The plus would return his sub-machine gun to it's holster in favor of a new weapon. He would release his sword from it's sheath on his back, and immediately start attacking with it. He would throw a barrage of brutal swings towards the man, looking to punish him for his transgression. The fight was starting to heat up as Revenant's rage grew constantly, and the longer a fight lasted, the angrier he was bound to get. This was his fighting style, the way of the Revenant.

Tsuyoshi Hidou



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The way Tsuyoshi talked automatically separated him from the soul reapers. The average Shinigami would have never hoped their opponent would grow stronger, that would just make their job harder. There way also the way this guy looked, it didn't exactly scream discipline. While the first of his strikes proved successful, the following attempts had failed, his opponent was nimble. So this man was fast, and could take a hit, but could he dish it back out? This question would soon be answered as his blade was raised with two hands. Come to think of it, this particular Shinigami hadn't used both hands to attack yet, odd... The powerful slash would come down on revenant, but he would raise his armor plated right arm just in time to stop it's full force. Though the attack has missed his body, it had still wounded him partially. "When fighting someone like me, you've got to be creative..."

While still holding his guard against the man's blade, Revenant would draw his blade using his left hand. It was harder to reach given his less dominant hand, but one he had gripped it he would bring it downwards and release his guard. He would then follow up with a small flurry of slashes attempting to keep his opponent on the move. 


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While his opponent seemed to be making light of what he said, Revenant was dead serious. He had seen the same old tired slashes, stabs, and other tricks that the soul reapers and hollows could all pull off. So far he hadn't see anything new really. In fact, many opponents lacked the critical skill of creative fighting when it mattered most. This was one thing that separated him from the quincys, his fighting style. Then man then declared he would show creativity in his next move. What followed was the man deliberately getting hit by his slashes to give himself an opening. It certainly wasn't something they taught at the academy, but it was not an unheard of technique, what followed would be the two slashes against his arms. He would suddenly feel the metallic object being slashed across the open parts of his armor there, it was a good strike, in fact it was such a good strike that Revenant dropped his blade to the ground, but not for the reason one might think.


"I suppose that was pretty creative." Instead of reaching for his sword on the ground, the plus would grab onto the RPG that was strapped to his back. Pointing the weapon of mass destruction at Tsuyoshi, the sound of a rocket launching would be heard. The grenade would propel itself at the rogue, attempting to deal significant damage. 




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