Clyde Rasch V.S Orsair D'erte
A chain suddenly in his way, he ducked down, his enhanced reflexes barely saving him, and dashed around the corner. Orsair's eyes narrowed and his vitesse took him to the end of his own hall and he slid, firing an arrow at Clyde's back as he ran.
However, as he slid and fired he noticed a web of some sort in his path. His aim shifted and the arrow fired at the ground in front of this strange web of reiatsu. Clyde turned and dashed back, a shunpo used, to strike at the Renverseur. A smile met him as corruption erupted from the arrow and Orsair reached to his right in a flash and withdrew the arrow from the wall. Similarly fast the arrow found itself slashed forth and impeding the vaizard's blade. Clyde's spirits fell and Orsair's smile became ever more devious in his enjoyment. "You do not plan enough...hybrid"
Clyde flinched as he was rather taken aback by his opponent's words, but it did not matter for suddenly there was a glint and Orsair's other arm had lunged out to strike him in his lower abdomen. He turned his body to the side and jumped away just in time. He was breathing hard now and knew he could only hold the mask for so long.
"Fading fast eh?" Orsair smiled, it was almost smug, but certainly there was a dark quality to the near kind visage. He withdrew his arm and the arrow was pulled back with a chain. The other he had fired dissolved -the one located in the hall they had exited- while the one that had blasted corruption had now ceased. Orsair took several steps forwards and Clyde mirrored by stepping away. 'Fear...' Orsair thought "...so much wonderful fear. Drop your morals and your masks shinigami hybrid." He reveled in every moment of the fool's pain.
There it was again, he called him a hybrid, why did that strike him so hard? Yet, when he spoke of masks it made him subconsciously reach up with his free hand to graze his own. "My...My mask? No!" He strengthened his grip, but his shivers only moved through the blade making it unsteady. Maybe he had enough for that...then again he might pass out if he tried, and he knew that meant certain death.
Orsair sneered and continued approaching Clyde "Pathetic." This time the hybrid did not move, but rather stood his ground. Orsair narrowed his eyes and a smile began to blossom once more, he was pleased with this new front at least. "So you will stand and fight then? Good, I can cut you down with no remorse or thought." Then he raised his right arm, aimed, and fired another of his arrows in Clyde's direction. The shinigami moved to block it as he dashed forwards, he'd have to close in and catch his opponent off gaurd, but Orsair was not so simple.
A flick of his wrist and a chain appeared and then he whipped his arm to the left and the weapon slashed at him from the side now. 'No escape' Orsair thought as he did this, then he jumped back in order to pull the arrow at his opponent more. Clyde winced as he felt it make a light cut on his side and then jumped at the wall, pushed off, and attacked the Renverseur from the left slashing sideways at him from above.
Attempting to block, he was too slow and the strike cut into Orsair, but not deeply as he leaned away in final reaction. Clyde had passed him by now 'dead end', Orsair whirled and shot twice with one arm as well as reeling in and slashing with the other. The two fired arrows both missed and pinned Clyde between them while the slash sent a blade of corruption to engulf the hybrid fool.
Clyde took the strike to his back and fell forwards then, the chains hooking under his arms and making him drape over them. His breathing continued to grow heavier as the corruption overtook his body. Fear engulfed him, fear of death, of remaining so weak and inexperienced. Foot steps echoed to him as someone approached, who was it?
Then a dark voice, filled with pleasure, sounded "You tried, but in the end all you are is a corrupt hybrid filled with fear and cowardice." Then something pierced his chest and the corruption increased in it's intensity, in moments his lungs took their last inhale and his brain ceased to function.
The body slumped, Orsair withdrew the bladed gauntlet, and his other projectiles dissolved into reiatsu. "Now to find more purity to turn pestilent," his laugh echoed throughout the halls as he set off.
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Taking barely any time at all, Orsair arrived outside to see a battlefield before him. 'Who to target...' he contemplated as he glanced about, who seemed an opponent to his liking? Then, he felt something, no someone and his eyes looked high above the field. What power? Was this another perfect existence? He could not tell, he was curious, he had to investigate and so after glancing around he did just that.
Bounding into the sky he flew towards the individual, he would soon discover who it was for it was none other than the Colonel of the East: Randolph.