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Related: Zeshin Report
After the defeat of the fifth enemy Toshiro continued on to the next level. The fights up till now were relatively easy and he wondered if any were going to provide a challenge for him. All he had show so far were basic swordplay and hand to hand combat. Nothing of any real substance. He proceeded through the next maze, occupationally glancing at the cameras on the wall and the viewing box that was high above him. Often times wondering who was watching him. This maze was a little bit more complicated to solve then the initial five, he spent a few seconds more at each crossroads before continuing down a path.
After about two hours he made it through and found himself facing a rather large arrancar whose head was much too small for his body. Something told him not be fooled by this new arrancar.
The arrancar looked down at the little man that entered his domain. A rather wicked grin spread across his face. “I see you have made it thus far little man, but no worries. This will be your last fight.” the arrancar laughed as the air shook.
Toshiro just stared at the mass in front of him with a dead, cold gaze. He slowly drew his blade as he sized up the arrancar in front of him. He did not utter a word.
As the arrancar watched the little man reach for his sword he raised his might fist and brought it crashing down over his head.
He held his sword tight just as the beast in front of him slammed it's fist against the sharp cool blade. How easily it cut through the flesh of this behemoth.
Fusz cringed in agony as he swept his other hand at the intruder. “You will pay for that!” he bellowed as he stepped forward bring his foot within inches of Zeshin.
Toshiro raised his finger and fired a cero at the arrancar's hand to dislodge his blade and jumped back a few feet to put some distance between the two of them. He saw Fusz's other hand coming at him and jumped high in the air to dodge. At the same time he swung his blade around, slicing off three of the arrancars fingers.
Fusz lunged at Zeshin like a bullet catching him center chest and plowing him into the wall. Fusz then lifted his hand and swung swatting him like a fly across the room. Quickly Fusz went after him ready to attack again.
So, his speed is his attribute. After taking a hit Toshiro vanished from in front of him, and silently hid while waiting for an opening.
Fusz looked around the room, "You can't hide little man. I 'will' find you and when I do this will be all over with." he laughed again as he turned catching a faint shadow in the corner of his eye. He fired a cero in the direction and started to laugh. “Is all over little man.” Fusz stomped his way over to where he fired his cero.
Toshiro quickly maneuvered behind the brute and thrust his sword deep into the back of his neck.
Fusz wailed in pain as he grabbed frantically behind him trying to get a hold of Zeshin. He spun quickly and slammed his body against the wall hoping to crush Zeshin between him and the wall.
Toshiro jumped out of the way and landed on Fusz's shoulder. He sliced open Fusz's cheek before launching away into the shadows once more.
Fusz went into a rage and called on his resurrection. Zeshin hide within the shadows, but not for long soon his dark shadows would be no more. For Fusz was now a part of them. His once massive body was a dark shadow that sank into the room. Slowly Fusz stepped up behind Zeshin grabbing him with his arms he wrapped them tight around him and slowly he squeezed. “I am your worst nightmare little man. No one can defeat the Fusz.”
Toshiro's consciousness slowly started to fade as his life was being crushed out of him. He did not expect the beast to be apart of the shadows. A miscalculation on his part. His blade fell from his hand as the world around him faded to black. He heard something familiar in the darkness. Laughter. Eerie laughter, but he could not place it's origin.
On the outside a change had taken place. Not in appearance, but in personality. Zeshin was laughing, but this laugh was not normal. It was, for lack of a better word, creepy. His head snapped back slamming it into the arrancar's nose, breaking it.
Fusz' head lurched back at the hit as his grip loosened around Zeshin. He tried to regain his hold but Zeshin slipped away. Fusz went after him again once he picked up is location. Slowly his hands started forward for Zeshin’s neck.
Zeshin could feel Fusz reaching for his and tilted his head back with a crazed smile on his face. "I don't like to be touched," he laughed sadistically.
Zeshin grabbed Fusz arm and ripped it off with glee. Blood erupted everywhere.
Fusz' screams echoed through the walls of Las Noches as he grabbed Zeshin’s leg with his other hand and jerked him off his feet. Once he was to the floor he lifted his mighty foot and brought it down over his head.
Zeshin easily rolled out of the way, he grabbed his sword and with one quick slice Fusz's foot was gone. "I wonder how much blood you have," Zeshin grinned as a pool gathered around his feet.
Fusz toppled to the floor now with one arm and one foot gone. He crawled on his stomach toward Zeshin, "Its not over. I am still breathing. It's not over!"
He went to grab for Zeshin once more.
Zeshin's gazed turned from pleasure to cold disgust as the arrancar crawled to him. "You are pathetic, and your weakness is a disgrace to Lord Aizen." Zeshin sent his sword crushing into the back of the arrancar's head.
Fusz was reaching for Zeshin as his hand fell to the floor. There in a pool of his own blood laid the labyrinth’s sixth level arrancar. Dead.
Zeshin continued on through the unguarded door. He walked a little ways before he got an immense pain in his head. He gripped his head tightly as the world around him began to spin, fast. The dizziness caused him to collapse to his knees, his eyes clenched shut from the pain, and his consciousness slipped away.
