New vs. Old (Private)

Solomon stood in mid-air above district 3600. Unlike most Captains, he refused to wear the normal clothing. He wore long black jeans that looked slightly too long for him. He had a black tight tee-shirt on, and on top of that a short black leather vest; fur laced. Over this he did wear the 11th division Captain Hiyori. One Blade of Nuetrality on his left hip and another strapped to his back.

He had an air about him. Like a malice seeping out of his skin. It was not even his personality, but he seemed to leak violent intentions. He showed no emotion on his face, but his large scar made him look quite angry.

He surveyed the area below him. His hiyori and long black hair billowing in the winds. He saw one shape that peeked his interest though, a familiar shape. A previous captain... A previous leader. Ezrion Aleksander, a traitor.

Ezrion shuffled along the street, his usual black leather vest over red sweater and grey jeans on, sword sheathed at his hip, no one noticing it. He had a strange look to him, a weird smile adorning his face. He was talking to three figures only he could see, two men and a female. The female was of African descent, medium height, blonde hair, bright blue eyes. One of th males was short, but well built, his name was Jeremiah. Issac looked light an older, paler version of Amber, the female.

Ezrion was talking to these people, who had long been dead, people who no one but he could see. "Issac how many times do I need to say it, your not really going to go on a date with her, you are already dead." He smirked, before his facial expression changed to one of horror. He looked up into the sky, seeing a figure standing there. Ah crap, I thought that they had stopped looking for me. Apparently not, if they sent him after me.

Solomon looked down at Ezrion, who now seemed to notice him. Quickly and suddenly he used shunpo and was beside Ezrion. " Die. Your existence it pointless. "Stabbing forward with his right hand to impale him through the neck. His face showed nothing, he thought of Ezrion as nothing.

( OOC: sorry short)

Ezrion quickly drew his blade left handed and backwards, blocking the stab at his neck. He smirked and jumped backwards. "Pointless you say, now why would you say that? I serve a purpose." He then sliced his blade forward at Solomon's throat, still back wielding it. He smirked over the sword, all previous traces of his insanity gone.

Solomon used shunpo again to get behind Ezrion by about a meter. " Everything that no longer serve's a purpose for us has no purpose. " He kicked at the neck of Ezrion with blinding speed. Then moving to his side and drawing the blade on his hip. Slashing at his ankles, meaning to slice his feet off. The black blade matching the color of his hair perfectly. " Die in chaos. "

Ezrion took the kick, flying forwards slightly, a cracking sound being heard, before he himself shunpoed behind Solomon, stabbing his blade towards the small area between the ribs. "How narrow minded you are." He again used shunpo, now back in front of Solomon, blade slicing for his throat. He smirked and jumped away, his right arm slowly beginning to glow. Within moments his entire right arm glowed white hot and steamed slightly.

He moved to the left but not fast enough. The blade making a minor slash though his side. Then he managed easily to knock away the attack at his throat. His wound would heal without any notice from Ezrion. He blamed his inability to recognize the skill of a previous captain. So he drew his second sword, a pure white one, into his left hand.

" Caressing the sins of the damned. "

His blades changed shaped from katana's to double edged swords. Tapping the two together each blade with great speeds lengthened and one attacked Ezrion from teh front and the other from behind in tandem.

Ezrion saw Solomon's released swords split and attack him from both sides. "Shit." He spun his blade in his left so that it was held forwards and deflected the front blade, dodging the other so that they nearly collided. He flipped out from between the swords and smirked. "Tsk tsk, releasing already. I would have expected more from my successor. I guess I was wrong." His arm no longer glowed, but a massive wreaking ball sized orb sat in his palm, which he held out to the side. The ball then condensed to the size of his palm and he aimed it at Solomon, grinning wickedly.

Solomon stared at Ezrion unmoving. His blades retreating to their original length. He thought for a few seconds then decided. His white blade swinging towards the back of his neck, the black stabbing at his liver. Solomon looked away from Ezrion at this point, but his intent and power were not lax. Each attack was powerful enough to destroy a building.

Ezrion simply jumped to th side, deflecting both blades with ease. He smirked at Solomon and raised his arm. He fired off the massive beam at Solomon, smirking as he did so. He then jumped back and waited, watching to see what would come of his successor. He highly hoped, yet doubted, that he had severely injured him. He shook his head lightly, right hand in his pocket. He rested his blade on his left shoulder.

The blast was pushed aside by an invisible force. The attack not getting within a six foot radius of him. When the smoke had cleared Solomon raised his head to his attacker and smirked, " A energy attack... very overused. I thought we only fought with physical might. " He grinned, but in the back of his mind he fought to keep his fear in check. An ability of Ezrion's that Solomon knew about but never had the chance to really adapt to it. Then again, what is a fight without a little fear. This fear caused this most miniscule of shaking to result in his hands.

Gripping his sword tightly, he let one sword point towards the ground. The blade stabbed forwards into the ground and once hidden bent around to stab out fo the ground behind Ezrion, stabbing at his back. Directly after the attack would hit Ezrion, Solomon had his second blade lengthen at him with high speeds. If none had a successful hit, they would come back again and each stab at a different side of him in tandem.

Ezrion watched as his attack passed around Solomon, and he snickered. He had expected as much. He saw Solomon's blade dig and knew where it would come out, anticipating his movements, by the way he had previously attacked, sidestepping the stab, while He deflected the second blade as it came at him. He then shunpoed behind Solomon, noticing his hands shaking ever so slightly.

"Awh, your quivering. I have just one thing to say to that." He raised his sword and slashed down at Solomon's neck double handedly. "Let me show you true fear." In mid swing his sword changed into a longsword, he himself changing in appearance to whatever it was that Solomon feared most. He smirked, hoping to end the fight here, his slash aimed at the jugular vein on Solomon's neck.

Solomon blocked the blow and smirked as two blades protruded from each side of Ezrion, missing any vital organs though. They quickly retreated as Solomon kept his eye's on the ground, keeping from looking at Ezrion. " I know your release Captain Alexander. I guess I am too afraid to look directly at you. "

His swords were back to their normal size but Solomon was not ready, it would be hard, very hard to fight Ezrion without letting to much of him get into Solomon's view. His swords lengthened again wrapping themselves in a tight circle around Solomon, six feet away from him on each side, making a formidable defense. Allowing Solomon to raise his head, he used his senses to know if Ezrion moved.

Ezrion felt the random stabs of pain in his sides, attributing those to the secondary twin stabs Solomon had preformed as he had shunpoed. He scowled as they retracted from him, concealing Solomon from view. He jumped back, twin streams of blood trickling down his sides.

Ezrion shook his head lightly. "I never thought you were such a coward Solomon, what's a little fear going to do to you hmm?" He shook his sword at his left side and waited for Solomon.

Each blade tip suddenly and sharply flew from the front of the Dome at Ezrion. Then after that simple attack, they retreated completely into their normal form. Solomon then gazed upon his fear, Ezrion. Though Ezrion was Solomon, with blood red hair and black eyes with golden Irises. He wore a white Kimono and had razor sharp teeth. This was Solomons greatest fear, becoming a hollow. He lunged foward and stabbed at his neck with the black blade, and stabbed at his side with eviceration in mind. His face had not changed expression, but now Solomon was determined. The only difference was his eye's showed fear and he wanted to scream.

((OOC: This topic is being moved to the OOF RPG battleground area for the following reasons:

1. solomon does not have permission nor reason to leave the SS
2. Fighting like this in Karakura is not allowed

If you wish this topic to be moved back and count in the RP plot then there would be severe consequences to be paid. If you do then pm me if not carry on the battle in the off topic battleground area ^^))

sincerely,
lightning

Ezrion easily deflected the dual stab by the blade tips and smirked as Solomon finally let down his gaurd. When Solomon attacked him again, one going for the neck, the other his torso he did the smiplest thing. He cuaght Solomon's wrist, pushing away the blade that was heading towards his abdomen and easily parried the one aimed for his throat.

Ezrion jumped back and then stabbed straight forward, twitching his blade up at the last moment, aiming for Solomon's adams apple. He then spun the blade in his hand and ripped it across where Solomon's heart was located.

Solomon caught the blade between the two of his own and pushed it up and away. While he was still pushing it away he would kick at his chest with a specially powerful kick. Then he would jump away, he wanted to kill this son of a bitch, but he could not. Not in these circumstances, he could not even bring him in without using his Bankai, which he would not ever do.

A door opened behind him and backed into it, " Next time. " He turned around as the door closed. Taking himself back to the Soul sociey, He would report Ezrion, but would be scolded for his brash actions.

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Ezrion yanked his sword free and just barely managed to avoid the kick. He scowled at Solomon, before his head tilted to the side in curiosity. "Why you off in such a hurry Solomon? Know you can't win?" He smirked as his replacement left, a cocky smirk he wore with ease.

Ezrion shook his head slowly and resealed his sword, returning it to it's sheath. He continued to shake his head as he walked away, eyes closed. The moment he took his first step he broke into a rather large grin, speaking once again to his long dead friends.

Rammsu walked onto the scene from behind a building where he was watching. He was in his lab coat and dress attire like usual. Kyofu attatched to the back of his hip, hidden. You could smell the liquor off of him from a mile away, " You know that even with the downgrade on his power. His truly terrifying abilities might have taken you down. " He said with a grin. He knew not to much about Solomon, but he knew about his Regeneration, a trait unlike any other Shinigami. He had fought against Solomon and had swore he had won when he blasted off his left side. Only watch before his eye's as it healed and Solomon stood back up, needless to say he lost that fight from lack of knowledge.

Ezrion saw his old friend Rammus walk out from behind the building and his smile changed from it's current deranged state to one of actual happiness in spotting his old friend. He shook his head. "I'm the only one here who is 'terrifying." He joked walking over to his smelly friend. He blinked at the odor and sighed. "You really need to quit drinking man... It's gonna kill you one day." He said a rather large grin affixed to his face.

Rammus grinned, " Maybe. Though you will go before me if you do not sharpen up. " He looked directly at his friend and felt no real fear. He was far past that, but he did feel a small primal want to flee. Though only for a second, then his alcohal went to his head and blocked even that out. " Now what was I going to do again? Oh! I remember. He jumped back as he muttered under his breath, " Bakudo Number 26: Kyokko " Hiding Ezrion completely from sight so Rammus would not have to look at his fear inducing form. Then he landed on teh building behind him and removed Kyofu from it's sheath and pointed at Ezrion, " You are lucky Solomon did not know kido. "

Ezrion looked down at himself and saw nothing but the street. He grinned. "Uncool man." He jumped up onto the building himself, wondering exactly why Rammus wanted to fight him. "So how much exactly have you drunk?" He shook his head, drawing Hujokashi once more. He leaned it against his shoulder and smirked, waiting for his old friend to make the first move.

" Enough. "Rammus himself did not follow Ezrion. He coudl not at teh moment with his left eye under a eye patch. Instead he reached into a pillow and removed a cloak, slowly putting it on. After he finished putting it on, he himself became invisible. He pointed Kyofu at the spot where Ezrion stood and fired off a small ball of energy, it was small but extremely quick moving and powerful. After that atteck he pointed an open palm at him, " Hado # 58 Tenran, Hado # 31 Shakkahō. " His plan was to balst Ezrion into the air with the tornado while his first Energy blast would distract him. The fact that Ezrion could not even see himself would not help his cause of disorientation. Then when he was unable to help himself the final Kido would blast him.

Ezrion saw Rammus don his cloak, then no longer saw him at all. His brow creased, though he himself was still invisible as well. He started as a ball of energy randomly flew at him, he tried to dodge t but it clipped his shoulder and spun him badly, making him completely lose his bearings. He turned back to where he thought Rammus was only to be hit from the side with a tornado, and be lifted into the air, before being hit by another orb of energy knocking the wind out of him, as he flew over the side of the building falling to the ground below. He hit the ground with a sickening crunch.