P∆R∆NOI∆ PT. 1 [FEAT. EMIL]

Warmth touched the ear of the Knight-Commander as V moved his features and breathed out words. Whatever he was saying never registered in the mind of Emil for he was busy setting his own plan into motion. Knowing that violence was unavoidable he went ahead and proceeded to move for the path that prevented either of them from seeing a coffin. Gun completely formed, the Quincy didn’t even need to see his spirit weapon before breathing out a simple yet rushed phrase. “Long live the king.”

Jerking his newly formed weapon up at a near god-like speed, his left arm no longer pinned the male that he was ever so close to, but only for the briefest of moments. Twisting his wrist at an awkward angle so that the muzzle would kiss the man’s shoulder he pulled the trigger. Given that he sent the weapon into mode Kaiser a powerful pellet would shoot out and devastate the male and hopefully end things then and there. Even if it didn’t, Emil would use his superior speed to move his arm back down to once again trap V before he even noted he was free. No harm, no foul. It was a simple yet effective plan.

The problem with plans was that they were meant to be ruined.

The instant he fired, he felt his legs give out from under him. His mind had already planned to complete the shot and move back to pin the arm so before he even could note whether the pellet had connected or not, he found his arm already back in an awkward positioning and the world spinning around him. Panic flared and ebbed away as the sensation of falling came over Emil. Rather than succumbing to the failure in his original planning of the situation, he moved to once again come out on top. In this case, somewhat literally.

Yanking his legs upward, Emil attempted to break free of the grip that V had on his legs as well as increase the speed of the rotation by kicking his legs up. Tucking his chin into the neck of the man he was embracing, he attempted to curl his body so that rather than falling they did a complete flip. Those decently competent in close-quarters violence would know that such a feat was unlikely and almost outright impossible despite his reaction and speed. The Quincy was far from a close-quarters expert and as such, the tactic seemed perfectly logic to him although it was truthfully doomed to failure. No, should he be able to yank his feet in the needed direction what was to come would still be a fall with him on the bottom.

There would be a slight alteration however.

If he was able introduce the needed torque, it would merely take his legs from the concrete while at the same time slamming his neck and back into the ground. This wouldn’t be all bad however and some might actually say it would be as, and if not more, effective than doing a complete flip. For with the positioning of their bodies, if Emil hit his back and neck, that meant that V would hit his face. Nobody liked getting hit in the face, especially not with something as rough and sturdy as the concrete beneath them. With any luck it might just disorient the fellow.

If his shot missed and the fall adjustment was unsuccessful, this could very well turn into one of the swiftest fights in modern history. The funny thing however would be that such an outcome wouldn’t exactly displease the male. If he was backed into a corner and forced to come out swinging at a later point, he wouldn’t be ashamed for lacking of pulling punches so to speak.

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Blunt force was something that few people ever responded to all too well. Where the shinigami took the collision as little more than the bite of an insect, the Quincy found pain exploding through his skull as his entire being was jarred. In the haze that followed the impact, Emil swung upward toward V with a pathetic fist not even realizing that the weight of the male had disappeared. His arm arced through nothingness as he realized that there was indeed no one over him, no weight crushing and pinning him to the ground. To a spectator it would appear to be nothing short of comical as a fool swung at an enemy long gone.

Utilizing agility that he and only he had been blessed with, Emil attempted to roll to his feet and dart to the side before he found himself in further pain from an attack that he was sure would come. The blond did manage to get to his feet and began the process of sprinting out of the way, all of which occurring in the span it took for a mockingbird to flap its wing, but when one took into consideration his current mental state and the slippery terrain of the ground beneath him, things didn’t fair too well.

Before either party would truly realize what had happened, the Knight Commander would take a tumble. A cascade of water erupted into the air as the fool slid shoulder-first through a nearby puddle.

What the hell was going on? Gritting his teeth, Emil swiftly returned to his feet and released a sigh before entering into a crouch and touching the back of his head. “Can we stop now?” The question was far from that of a serious one as he was positive the demonic being before him would merely respond with more aggression, potentially before the question was even completed. It wouldn’t matter however for the Quincy would merely evade whatever was thrown at him for the next few moments as he inspected his own skull.

His hair was slick and wet but not solely from the water of the rain, no the warmth and stickiness Emil felt told him that there was also a tad bit of blood. Perhaps he had been concussed from the collision with the ground, if only to a slight degree. That slight degree still might be a tad bit much for him, unlike their shinigami counterparts the Quincy had to actually concern themselves with the state of their bodies for there was no easy healing or nurses that could cure almost any wound. Although gifted he was still in a human body that could only take precisely human-level of damage.

“My head fucking hurts,” groaned the young adult as he allowed for his rifle to vaporize into the downpour of the rain. “Why are you being such an ass?”

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Flesh separated as the two slices collided into the somewhat oblivious Emil, and his body seemed to have been completely separated in some areas. The strength of the slices might not have been that ferocious but it would appear as the body of a Quincy merely wasn’t meant to take that kind of punishment. Couple this with the fact that he was already dazed and it resulted for no use of speed but merely the swift and fortunate demise of a foolish being.

That would be how it appeared at least, if only for the briefest of moments.

No blood would disperse from the sliced and diced Knight-Commander. Any who had a moderate amount of intelligence would realize that it was merely an illusion at about roughly the same time that the afterimage would disperse. Leaving the Quincy to be somewhere else entirely, this was typically a prelude to a swift and conclusive ending to the fight. This fight however was different for not only was it a battle with a shinigami but the blond had yet to cross over into the realm of necessity. In his mind there were still ways that the conflict could be ended with both men not having to cause a significant amount of pain, although his throbbing skull was bad enough.

“Uno..” In the dimness of the night, the now shirtless Heidrich could be seen with his palms firmly rooted to the ground. His shirt had disappeared merely revealing the muscles under his clothing along with various weapons that he held strapped to his body. Lowering his torso to the ground, his arms bent backward before he exploded back upward and locked his arms out. “Dos..” Doing push-ups in the midst of combat wasn’t typically his style but he felt that if he could convince the individual known as V that there was little to no chance of him really being taken serious then perhaps the nonsense would end. It was an unlikely hope, but still hope.

“Tres..”

And if it appeared that things couldn’t be settled without fists, than Emil Heidrich always had his guns..

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Casualties of war were merely something that many Quincy considered to be another acceptable statistic. Emil Heidrich didn’t share in that belief, which was why as the various terrain and structures around him began to feel the brunt of this battle. He couldn’t help but wonder just how many people would be hurt or injured because of what the fool before him was doing. More than that, how many lives would be negatively influenced by the senseless destruction. The area was beautiful but it didn’t mean that life couldn’t be any less cruel. Having spent a majority of his life not far away, he knew of all the negativity that a human could indulge themselves in.

Memories flooded back into his mind and for a moment he didn’t even notice the disappearance of the demon as he fought to battle them away. Spikes in spiritual pressure behind him was all the signaling he needed to leave the battle of his mind and return to the one that was actually unfolding in reality.

In a contest of raw speed, there weren’t any Emil had ever met who came close to being a match for him. When one took into consideration that in combat his speed was only as useful as his reaction-time, one could see how sudden strikes could prove to be a hassle even for him. Had V masked his presence even a minute amount and forced the Quincy to rely on eyesight, it would have been a done deal. The fact that he could feel him there the second he moved to assault him however was enough to aide in an attempt at avoidance.

Utilizing every ounce of speed and agility he could muster, the young Heidrich managed to force his weight into his right hand. The simple shift led to a brief cartwheel maneuver before the man came to a halt in a crouch, the strike that was intended to pierce into his back only missing by the length of a fine hair.

Wet fingers found their way to the grip of the Starscream that was strapped to the small of his back. It would be a simple task for him to unleash the weapon and pour a full clip into not only the air but into the body of his enemy. He longed for the more peaceful resolutions but as yet another building began to split into and crumble, he couldn’t determine whether or not the game he was playing was foolish above all else. “I’m begging you to stop. I’m asking you to think of the peace you’re disrupting.” The expression in his face and tone of voice showing that for the first time he was completely and utterly serious.

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Death rushed toward him and the Quincy merely stood as if a stone for a moment. Why? Why was any of this happening at the current moment? He couldn’t determine whether the soul reaper was merely an idiot or was aware of something that Emil had been overlooking. As far as the Quincy could see, this situation was completely hopeless for his enemy. Their difference in speed was something that couldn’t be overcome with the simple slashing of a sword like a fool yet he continued to come. He continued to throw himself to the chaos of battle knowing that each time there was the chance that he wouldn’t come out unscathed. Did he feel that he was that just, and did he know something about the Vatican that even the Quincy didn’t?

“As you wish,” sighed the blond.

The blade connected with the Knight-Commander’s neck and ran through the length of his torso. His entire being split into two and the top portion of his body parted with the lower as it fell to the wet pavement. Both halves of the now separated body disappeared before the top ever collided with the ground. The real being standing five meters behind the seemingly enraged V.

That was twice now that Emil Heidirch had been forced to use Täuschung. He had been using the broader form of Hirenyaku for even longer and he could feel the drain it was having on his reiryoku. Unfortunately for V, it wasn’t enough for him to fret or worry for he had parted with concern over use of his speed long ago. No, the game had just reached its apex and Emil was finally prepared to unleash himself upon the enemy if nothing else to gain understanding of his enemy.

Forcing his Starscream from its holster, Emil pivoted on his heels before exhaling. His body shimmered as if it were water that had just been tapped before it righted itself and came back to a normal appearance. An explosion of sound and dust filled the air around V and the Quincy merely raised his gun and pointed it at the calves of the male. “Wüstenei,” he breathed in explanation although he was doubtful that the male would even comprehend what he had just said. Through moving to his original position near the blade to back where he stood now, he created overlapping booms created by his speed. The effect was typically followed by disorientation and confusion by the enemy.

Either the shinigami would prove himself to be on equal footing with a Knight-Commander or fall prey to the monster of the human world, for Emil showed no hesitation as he unloaded an entire clip from his gun into V’s calves.

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Shinigami did not die.

Easily.

Noting the earlier healing when the being known as V had been shot in the shoulder, Emil suspected that the shots he fired into the calves of the male wouldn’t lead to any permanent damage. Hell, he doubted they would lead to the end of the fight. Leisurely reaching into a back pocket, Heidrich watched as the red aura flowed around the wounded legs and began to heal them. V moved to do dismember the blood arms he had sprouted earlier but to what purpose there was no telling, the movement didn’t escape the gaze of the Knight-Commander however.

“Forgive my rudeness.”

Revealing what he had pulled from his back pocket to be another clip, Emil inserted it into the Starscream before the blood limbs even collided with the ground. In the blink of an eye another clip was emptied into V’s abdomen. This wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg for what the Quincy had in store sadly. No, the shinigami showed no signs of halting his violence when he was healthy and from demonstrations earlier it took a lot for him to be considered unhealthy.

Having two more guns on him, the blond would return his Starscream to its holster by the time the limbs actually hit the ground. Two Poseidon-class pistols would be drawn shortly after and unloaded into V should the male fail to defend himself. One of the guns emptying its contents into the legs of the male once more to keep him from being able to support himself at that particular moment, the other would empty into his torso to see how he responded from such an extreme amount of wounds.

“I have no king,” growled Emil. Regardless of whether the shots connected or not, he would move to reload both of the weapons should the God of Death before him not force him onto the defensive. If V merely sat there and allowed for his body to take a body, Emil would unload his full arsenal on him and see just how much the being was capable of enduring.

Death wouldn’t find the redhead, which was the one certainty of this onslaught. Emil needed him alive to answer questions that were constantly swirling in his mind.

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