fandomhigh | Building a Better Fighter [Week 1, Period 5]; Thursday 05/17

As the students settled into the Danger Shop, which looked like a suburban street in Tokyo, Kenpachi and all his massiveness came in with a billowing of his tattered, frayed captain's robes and stood before them with his arms crossed over his barrel of a chest. His eye scanned over the group, and he sneered. Pathetic. Almost every single one of them. Some...could have potential, but that would be left to be seen.

"Building a Better Fighter," he announced, a bit hoarsely, and he cleared his throat, rubbing at the bandage wrapped around it. "You are here because you are weak. You are here because you hope to not be weak. But some of you will always be weak. Don't be one of those people." He grinned now, something as sharp as his features, as deeply cut as the scars on his jagged face. Something...more than just a little bit psychotic.

"I'm going to skip all the getting-to-know-you bullcrap because I don't care. I might, if I feel you're worthy, but, right now, I don't. Make me care. Make me feel like you were actually worth naming."

"This is Yachiru." As if on cue, the little pink haired poked her head out and she waved with a bright smile at all the students. "She's here to help you. Or make your life more miserable. Which is also to be determined."

"This is your first task." A great, looming monster showed up beside Kenpachi, its colours distinctly black and white, its limbs distorted. It tilted back its head in a strange moan of a roar and then turned its eyes, dark and hidden behind a mask, to the students. "This is a Hollow. None of you, I've noticed, seem to be Shinigami and might never actually have to deal with one of these in reality. However, one of you..." Kenpachi's eyes went to the boy; he should know who he was, "...have managed to encountered them before. With the strange magic that is this room, however, you do not need to worry about being mundane in spiritual things in order to see them. To defeat a Hollow, you..."

There was a pause. "You know what? I'm not going to tell you how to defeat it. See if you can figure it out yourself. Get yourself 'killed,' and you're done. Don't want to see you in this room anymore until next week, where you will make up for your failure. Manage to defeat it or at least survive, then you're lucky."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for the first student to step up and take the challenge.

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Adam centered himself, selecting a staff to take with him. He might need it. He looked around, wondering where the Hollow would come from and what it would look like.

The Hollow had crept up onto the ledge of the high walls that lined the street, tilting its head as it looked down at the person with the staff in its hands. It perched a little longer, accessing the satisfaction in taking this one as a snack.

Adam listened intently, looking all around him for the Hollow. He wondered if it might be invisible or something and tensed.

For some reason, Adam felt like he was being watched and formed a fighting stance, moving cautiously forward, a tight grip on the staff.

The boy hadn't noticed it.

Good.

The Hollow lept off from the wall, mouth and claws opened as it decended on the boy, ready to pin him down and eat his yummy, tasty soul. ~~Om-nom-nom~~

No, he hadn't.

Adam heard something and turned around, his eyes widened in surprise and maybe, a bit of fear.

His training and reflexes kicked in and he rolled out of the way of the Hollow and immediately got to his feet, holding the staff in one hand and falling into a fighting stance, wondering what the next move would be. Adam would defend himself, no question there.

The Hollow landed hard against the pavement of the street, but pushed itself up quickly, into the air just slightly before landing with its legs bent at strange angles as it looked toward Adam with a tilted head. "Quick...one," it said, in a voice distant, unnatural. And then lept again in attempt to tackle the boy.

Okay, the voice? Was really creepy.

The tackle attempt was countered with a maneuver Adam had learned from Tommy. He allowed the Hollow to connect with him but pushed the staff against the Hollow to keep distance between them. Adam then fell to the ground, rolling backwards slightly, which ~~hopefully~~ allowed him to kick the Hollow off of him, sending it flying backwards.

After ~~hopefully~~ using the move effectively, Adam leapt to his feet, turning to face the Hollow, ready for its attack.

Once the staff was against the Hollow, it opened its mouth wide, but, before it could do anything more, Adam was already throwing him off. Fly backwards, it did, tumbling on the ground. There was a second before it hopped up to its feet to a new position, turning toward the boy.

It opened its mouth again; instead of the strangled sound of its roar emerging, though, something else, something physical started to spew from it.

A spray of little, tiny Hollows, a bastardized mixture between a slug and a frog, racing from the larger Hollow's mouth to attach themselves to as much of Adam as possible.

Yeah, that was extremely creepy.

Adam managed to knock a few down with his staff and dodge some, but a few managed to attach themselves to Adam. Which definitely wasn't good.

Not good at all, as Adam would feel the spots where the little frog Hollows had attached going a little numb. The Hollow sat quietly, head tilted, waiting to see how the paralyzation might take effect before striking again.

Well, crap.

Adam grimaced, attempting to fight through the paralyzation. He wasn't about to let this thing win. Frowning, Adam gripped the staff in both hands and stared the Hollow down, not wanting the pain and paralyzation to drag him down.

If a perminant expression hadn't already been affixed to its face by the mask, the Hollow would grin at the boy's struggle. He could sense it, and it was making him hungrier. It tried to tell itself to shower him with another batch; he wouldn't be able to deflect as well, but the hunger got the best of it. It charged Adam as he was now, attempting again to pin him down.

Adam was still able to move slightly, not without extreme pain. He managed to wield the staff and strike out with it, hoping to prevent the pin attempt.

The staff smacked against the Hollow, causing it to stagger slightly to the side with an injured sort of sound. Its hind leg, however, moved forward quickly, in all its odd bending, and wrapped its claw around the staff tightly. It gave the weapon a firm tug, trying to disarm Adam.

Adam held onto the staff as best he could, but ended up being yanked forward a bit, due to the Hollow's strength.

He was afraid the staff was going to be snapped in half, since neither one wanted to let go.

Mustering up some strength, Adam held onto the staff and planted a front kick into what he thought to be the Hollow's chest, seeing if that might make the Hollow let go.

The kick caused the Hollow to stagger back, shrieking at Adam out of annoyance for having to release the staff.

Adam grimaced at the shriek and took the spare moment to rip off the frog-like creatures that had been attached to him ~~if they hadn't fallen off, if they do that~~.

Gripping the staff tightly, Adam charged as best he could towards the Hollow and aimed a blow towards the Hollow's face, using the staff.

The blow to the face hit hard against the mask; it made the Hollow scramble back, shaking its head at the weird reverberations that the strike had sent through it. It didn't like that; it made it feel as if Adam had just rattled all its bones. Pretty much because the mask was really the closest thing it had to bones, anyway...

Adam took note of the reaction and decided to aim another attack at the same spot. This time it was a flying side kick Adam used to attack the Hollow, specifically aimed at its face, again.

Again, the Hollow did not take that hit very easily it all. It staggered back, shook its head, trying to recover, but everything was spinning...

To which Adam responded by delivering a spinning hook kick to its head. It seemed like it's weakest spot, so that's what Adam was aiming for.

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