119 – Schwartz Licht

119 – Schwartz Licht

= Masaki =

A young looking female Bount with long dark green hair wearing a qipao faced Masaki with a smirk. She summoned her doll which consisted of a Chinese sword in one hand and a bladed fan in her other. The two parts were connected by a chain.

"I'd rather fight a man than a woman..." the green-haired Bount said.

A mouth opened up on the guard of her sword. "It's all the same as long as you defeat her," it said with a masculine voice.

"I thought you'd say that," the Bount responded.

She looked over Masaki and licked her lips. "You certainly look beautiful though. It's making me excited! Let's have some fun together!" She said.

Masaki shook her head. "I think I might be a little too much fun for you," she said dismissively.

The female Bount smirked. "That's impossible," she said confidently.

Masaki didn't hesitate. She raised her arm and fired a spirit arrow in the blink of an eye. It hurtled straight towards the Bount's head.

She managed to deflect it using the fan, but the arrow managed to leave a scratch on it in the process.

"Oh, how feisty. I like it," The Bount said. Despite her effort to conceal it Masaki could tell her smirk had grown more strained. She was taking her far more seriously now than she had before.

A mouth opened on the fan. "How dare she do that to me?!" it screeched in a feminine voice.

Masaki glanced over at Reina, but smiled when she noticed she was still holding up alright. She hadn't been entirely confident in Reina's performance against humans or human-like enemies. So far the only things she had killed or seriously harmed were regular Hollows. It wasn't hard to attack someone that monstrous. It was much harder to attack something that looked human.

She couldn't help, but be proud to see her student performing so well under pressure.

Masaki dashed backwards out of range of her sword, but Yoshi responded by throwing the fan towards her.

Masak blocked it with her bow. The force sent her sliding back which she made use of to send herself back further out of range. Using Hirenkyaku she started circling her again.

They kept going back and forth with no one seeming to have the upper hand.

What Yoshi didn't notice until too late was that not all the arrows fired were aimed for her, nor did all of them disappear. She was too occupied trying to stay alive by barely dodging and blocking the many arrows sent her way to pay attention to it.

Masaki suddenly came to a halt surprising her.

Yoshi found herself surrounded by eight slightly different looking energy arrows fired into the ground at an equal distance from each other. Unlike the other arrows fired they had a small bone-like portion at the rear of the shaft.

Masaki stood by one of them with a smile. "Oh you finally noticed? A little too late though..." she said.

She raised her hand over the arrow she was standing by.

Using the sharp thumb nail of the bone gauntlet covering her hands she sliced through her index finger. A single drop of her blood, which glowed with a purple hue, dripped down onto the tip of the arrow.

She looked at Yoshi with a serious gaze. "Sprenger schwartz licht," she said.

A pulse of more vibrant purple energy travelled down the black and purple shaft of the eight arrows into the ground where they travelled to meet at the centre where Yoshi still stood. The arrows then connected to one another with more lines of the purple and black spirit power forming an octagon surrounding her.

A thin purple and black column of light erupted from the middle where the spirit power lines coming from the arrows connected. The blast shot straight up through Yoshi and spread towards the edges of the octagon destroying everything it met.

"Kyaaa!!!" Yoshi and her doll screamed in unison.

The blast was so vibrant, once it spread far enough to cover all of Yoshi the only thing that remained visible was a darker silhouette. If you looked close enough though it could be seen that the silhouette was slowly disintegrating.

Eventually the blast faded away, but there was nothing remaining in the octagonal area the blast had covered.