http://namelessblade.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] namelessblade.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2007-05-17 12:21 am
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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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Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Teddy had been wondering why the hollow in front of him left up until the shadow appeared. He turned eeped just a little. "Oh crap."

Spikes! Spikes! He covered his head with his hands, ducking down a bit and did a damn good imitation of a porcupine.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
And there went Teddy's new pair of sneakers as he dug into the ground to keep from being smacked to the side. Next time he'd ask if he could take them off before a fight.

He twisted to face the hand coming at him and raised his arms to stop it. Hopefully. He had absolutely no idea how strong these things were.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay for super strength! Though since the hollow had that too, this was going to hurt.

Oh yeah, that was painful. Teddy started hammering the hand around him as hard as he could.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He tried the spike trick once more and kept on hitting the hollow's hand. "Let." punch. "Me." Punch. "GO." Spikes.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha! Take that Mr. Hollow!

Teddy dropped for a few feet before further ruining the shirt with his wings and bringing himself at eye level with the creature. "That's what you get for trying to grab me."

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
And this was why he needed more practice flying with Setsuna.

Or Johnny.

He went flying into one of the houses, creating a small hole in one. He crawled out after a few minutes and launched himself at the hollow's head, intent on punching it a lot because that had hurt.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
A tail? What the hell?!

Teddy latched onto the hollow's arm, digging his claws in and trying to climb up to hit something that would hopefully take it down. Like in the head.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." Teddy moved as fast as he could to get to the other side, grabbing a hold of the creature's hair to do so.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Teddy clung to it's hair tightly, climbing up to get to the top of it's head and punch it in the face.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-17 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
OW. Teddy hung on, stunned by the blow. Wasn't really expecting that, but okay. He could adapt.

Shaking it off, he pullled his arm back and hit the hollow's face again. And then again.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-18 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
He gripped the hair tighter and continued to punch as hard as he could when he really didn't have much traction.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com 2007-05-18 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
What was that?

Teddy landed hard on his feet as the hollow disappeared. Wings. Right. Next time he'd remember that.

He sighed with relief that it was over. How the hell did Chad fight those things?

"Done, right?"