Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 9:12:02 GMT -5
It was often said that time flew by without you even noticing it, but Ryuusuke was anything but unwary of the short amount of time it took for things to conclude, at least on his end. The moments didn't cease, and neither did the actions going on around him. He could have sworn he had ample time to secure multiple hits, but that's when his hope had turned false on him.
The Arrancar, who had just recently been by Ryuusuke's apparitions, now made his way towards Ryuusuke's rear. The apparitions made a swift Shunpo to mimic the Arrancar's movements, even standing at his shadow like the Arrancar did to Ryuusuke himself. But it didn't matter, what had taken place took it's toll on Ryuusuke before his apparitions could make their mark. But standing there reminiscing on his connected strike would prove detrimental in terms of his livelihood.
Even though the three apparitions stood at Nabill's backside, initiating their own series of six (6) ethereal strikes total into the back of his head and spine, neither relief nor victory were expressed on Ryuusuke's now grim face as the red light erupted from behind him.
Ryuusuke's eyes, nerves, and body cringed in synchronization, pupils restricting from the sheer pain and influence this strike upheld on his body and it's normal functions. He stared forward with his eyes; as if they would find an answer. But all Ryuusuke could see was red painting the entire area. Not just that of the cero, but his own body spilled out the dreadful crimson colors that were so well illustrated into the portrait taking place before him. He couldn't feel his arm, and as he looked, he could tell he had been missing more than a part of himself.
This was real pain?
The situation was so incredibly surreal for Ryuusuke, that even now he felt almost as though he was caught in a dream, a trance. He might as well have been inebriated, because his body couldn't hold steady for even a millisecond, or the fraction of one, as it went into a frightened frenzy.
This was reality?
His mind sought answers, grasped for strings, but it was all a waste of time; time he didn't have. Ryuusuke's own body was ready to give in, but still he resisted with the other arm still left in-tact.
This was real power?
Using the one arm he had left, along with the sword still grasped firmly in it, Ryuusuke staggered as he attempted to prop himself upright. At first he failed, having to rise from a fallen knee on his second try. He probably looked pitiful to them all, even his fellow Taichou, but at this point Ryuusuke was oblivious to everything. Everything except the pain, and loss of things that were once part of him. That was when he looked for the other Zanpakuto that had once been in his other hand...
But just like his arm, the Zanpakuto was nowhere to be found.
Are you there...Shutsugen?!
Utter silence seemed to dwelled from within.