Nnoitra, upon seeing the floating sword, swore under his breath.
He raised all four arms to block the blade's swing with the shafts of his scythes. It didn't work. Kusanagi, instead of being fended off by a web of poles, hacked through three of his arms. It sliced through one at the wrist and the other two at different points on his forearms, removing them cleanly. The fourth got away with a small but comparatively insignificant flesh wound.
Three arcs of red painted the ground.
The dismembered hands didn't give up their grip on the scythes even as they landed and scattered on the floor.
He backed off, teeth gritted. He braced his last remaining scythe across the front of him with two of the three arms he had left. Blood dripped freely from the freshly cleaved flesh, but he ignored it. Instead of losing the shreds of calm he was holding on to, he smirked, raising his free hand to fire a bala at the sword. He wasn't sure if it would work to knock it away or even affect its position, but it was worth a shot.
He was hardly going to let a few severed arms stop him retaliating.
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Date: 2012-08-20 09:23 pm (UTC)He raised all four arms to block the blade's swing with the shafts of his scythes. It didn't work. Kusanagi, instead of being fended off by a web of poles, hacked through three of his arms. It sliced through one at the wrist and the other two at different points on his forearms, removing them cleanly. The fourth got away with a small but comparatively insignificant flesh wound.
Three arcs of red painted the ground.
The dismembered hands didn't give up their grip on the scythes even as they landed and scattered on the floor.
He backed off, teeth gritted. He braced his last remaining scythe across the front of him with two of the three arms he had left. Blood dripped freely from the freshly cleaved flesh, but he ignored it. Instead of losing the shreds of calm he was holding on to, he smirked, raising his free hand to fire a bala at the sword. He wasn't sure if it would work to knock it away or even affect its position, but it was worth a shot.
He was hardly going to let a few severed arms stop him retaliating.