Post by Clyde on Apr 22, 2011 22:33:20 GMT -5
Clyde's eyes followed the spike as they shot up from the ground, momentarily preventing the tentacles from grabbing hold of the boy's arms and legs as well as protecting him from what could have very well been a fatal hit to his chest. It was at that moment that the boy realized it was perhaps his golden opportunity to win this battle. He was standing, he was free from the espada's hold, and...Kyoshin was within arms length of him. With a burst of his reiatsu he dispersed the blade that the espada held and simply moved his hand to his opponents chest.
This motion alone would be all Kyoshin would need to see to know what the boy was going to do now, Hou-Renkinjitsu was within reach of the arrancar's vital areas. All that was left was for him to push his reiatsu through him. Normally, Clyde would be incapable of this against a reiatsu so much stronger than him, but if he unleashed every bit of energy he had...like he had done against Virgil, it could be possible. He would attempt to finish this in one move.
"I'm ending this here, Kyoshin." He spoke out as the reiatsu in his arm expanded glowing in all directions, illuminating the dark energy around them, the boy was tapping into every bit of reiatsu he could find, using anything and everything. "Unleash...Hou-Ren...guah~" He stopped. Images flashed in the human's mind. A desert, a relic, and a group of people aiming to retrieve it; their attire was familiar. Shinigami? The relic they wanted held so much power in it. The images that flashed by were too fast to understand but as they appeared more and more it seemed like they were trying to tell him something...give him something vital, an answer perhaps. But then it stopped in a flash of light, too much strain for him to handle and brought him back to reality. The energy that was coming in from all directions shattered, as if the technique failed. Clyde gasped and lurched forward in pain...like he had been flattened by concrete. "Wh-what...what happened?" His arm was searing with pain causing him to look at it in shock.
He had hit a wall, a limit to his power. Even in all of his strategy and will, there was only so much of his power he could tap into before he delved too deep. He was on the verge of something so powerful, he could not handle it. "I...can't move? Move! I can't stop fighting, I need to keep my promise! If I die now it will all be for nothing! I'm not giving up...I can't..." His hand left the espada and he fell to his knees briefly, before collapsing forward. The strain had practically knocked him out cold. "What...did I see?" He weakly muttered. His vision was going blurry, he was losing consciousness.
This motion alone would be all Kyoshin would need to see to know what the boy was going to do now, Hou-Renkinjitsu was within reach of the arrancar's vital areas. All that was left was for him to push his reiatsu through him. Normally, Clyde would be incapable of this against a reiatsu so much stronger than him, but if he unleashed every bit of energy he had...like he had done against Virgil, it could be possible. He would attempt to finish this in one move.
"I'm ending this here, Kyoshin." He spoke out as the reiatsu in his arm expanded glowing in all directions, illuminating the dark energy around them, the boy was tapping into every bit of reiatsu he could find, using anything and everything. "Unleash...Hou-Ren...guah~" He stopped. Images flashed in the human's mind. A desert, a relic, and a group of people aiming to retrieve it; their attire was familiar. Shinigami? The relic they wanted held so much power in it. The images that flashed by were too fast to understand but as they appeared more and more it seemed like they were trying to tell him something...give him something vital, an answer perhaps. But then it stopped in a flash of light, too much strain for him to handle and brought him back to reality. The energy that was coming in from all directions shattered, as if the technique failed. Clyde gasped and lurched forward in pain...like he had been flattened by concrete. "Wh-what...what happened?" His arm was searing with pain causing him to look at it in shock.
He had hit a wall, a limit to his power. Even in all of his strategy and will, there was only so much of his power he could tap into before he delved too deep. He was on the verge of something so powerful, he could not handle it. "I...can't move? Move! I can't stop fighting, I need to keep my promise! If I die now it will all be for nothing! I'm not giving up...I can't..." His hand left the espada and he fell to his knees briefly, before collapsing forward. The strain had practically knocked him out cold. "What...did I see?" He weakly muttered. His vision was going blurry, he was losing consciousness.
