Waves of soldiers stormed forward, suffocating the air around them; each held their weapon of choice close to their chest, set in such a way as to maximize the force of every swing. The ringleader's heart skipped, and his eyes widened, trying to render the true magnitude of soldiers racing towards him. He once took much joy in controlling the fight with a single phrase, but the tides of battles had changed.
With haste, Breeze dropped the severed arm bone of one of the fallen soldiers. Although unarmed, the man confidently smiled while stretching the ligaments in his hands.
Suddenly, three guards entered his range, approaching their different tactical directions. Despite their speed and coordination and their attention to detail, all it took was one lapse in judgment, a pure test of reaction speed for them to instantly erupt into human-sized explosions of blood.
Without warning, three soldiers burst out from the blood-crafted veil. A heavy dose of dopamine rushed through the hearts of all.
[ KEEP pushing men! Let the fallen fuel your rage! Don't be discouraged, PUSH FORWARD!] Blood vessels ran hot, with adrenaline-filled cells pulsating throughout his well-defined body.
In that instant, a soldier lunged toward the man, wielding a metal gauntlet with a sharp carbon steel spike. Breeze snapped to his rightmost blind spot as if sensing the oxygen around him being absorbed.
Barely reacting to the incoming strike, Breeze rotated his face, leaning back as the gauntlet grazed his face. Accepting it, his nose ate the blow. With a sharp crack and a burst of pain, Breeze rotated, slamming both elbows into his enemy's back.
Before his brain could process the damage, Breeze shattered the soldier's rib cage, slamming his knee into the enemy's chest.
With one swift motion, Breeze gripped the man by the shoulders, launching him toward the pile of unfinished but injured bodies.
Turning 120 degrees toward his left, Breeze yelled. "Four!" Within milliseconds of those leaving his lips, the pile of insight guards vanishes, leaving nothing but a pile of freshly chopped but bloody chunks of flesh soaking the surroundings.
[New information has been gathered and updated in the forms. The leader has no sign of knowing any Anima-type ability. All physical damage sustained will be permanent. All bodily injuries will now be documented in the forms and are open to all.]
Hundreds of soldiers cried out, filling themselves with rage. Empowered by the information, the soldiers steamed forward, no longer fearing their meaningless death.
Using the shroud of the blood of their fallen men, they rushed closer, their strategies consistently developing, changing, and innovating. With each innovation, Breeze's options were shackled, forcing him to rely on more complex and energy-devouring motions. Despite all the mountains of corpses that littered the floor, they kept coming with more, not losing heart or the ability to fight.
For every pile of soldiers, Breeze rotated thirty degrees, continuously changing where he was facing as another set of enemies appeared. It was only a matter of time until his clockwise motion was noticed and added to the database.
[He's using an enhanced Clock Blade. I repeat, He is using an enhanced Clock Blade. The property of the enhancement is invisibility. Blade is currently positioned at hour Eight.
Attacks three through eight are confirmed used. Attacks one and two were believed to be used before conversion.
Keep away from his leftmost side as much as possible. I Repeat, Keep away from his leftmost side as much as possible.]
[ Update, thirty injured, thirteen killed. Hour hand Nine. I repeat Hourhand Nine. He only has three more changes. This fight is ours! ]
After decimating another pile of soldiers, Breeze swung his head to his left. Now on high alert, Breeze instantaneously ducked as an airborne Insight soldier flew over his head in a kicking position.
Instantly, he gripped the soldier's leg, yanking him onto the ground.
Once slamming him to the ground, Breeze snapped to another soldier, sensing the disturbance in the air around him. Letting go, he simultaneously dodged the soldier whose sword sliced through the gap where hands once were.
Breeze grabbed onto the soldier's neck, yanking his right arm behind his back. He flung the soldier before him like a human shield, rotating 90 degrees to his right. Within seconds of doing so, a spear forcefully ran itself through the center of the guard, piercing it through and ripping open a hole in Breeze's gut.
Fighting the unrelenting urge to scream out in pain, Breeze forcefully yanked out the embedded spear from his stomach. In a burst of rage, he tossed the shield aside, breaking the neck of the spear bearer before smashing into the red concrete floor.
"Y'ALL ARE A BUNCH OF LUNATICS! TEN, TWELVE!"
Soon, both directions erupted into gigantic pillars of blood.
Breeze dropped to one knee as he struggled to cover his most major wounds. Blood slowly began to drip through his clothes. All the other injuries he sustained during the fight started to hurt him and open up.
All that was left was a single soldier, who was completely unharmed. He watched from a safe distance as if recording the events that happened so far.
Liam- [ Good work, everyone. I want to give thanks to the rescue for getting the injured off the battlefield. As I said before, I'll handle it from here. All those still desperate to do your part, please help the rescue crew secure other civilians safely.]
Rescue team informer-[ We have 172 annihilated, 57 critically injured. Only a tenth of those 57 can be saved. We will have to calculate the death later. We are still in the process of saving other non-military offices within the city. With Elder Feather in charge of first aid and medical treatment, we do appreciate the reinforcements. ]
Liam reached into his left pocket. He then revealed a pair of matte black fabric gloves, putting both of them on as he made his way to Breeze.
Breeze- 'Man, this was not worth all the trouble. A whole week of chaos and a couple dozen dead bodies under my belt, and all I'd gotten was a book from that random kid. That Information broker promised me Yidhra would be here!'
Breeze groaned in frustration. He scratched behind his ears, looking up to see Liam still slowly approaching. "Can you hurry up? I got places to be."
"If you're so ready to die. So be it."
In a blink of an eye, the soldier was in striking distance, inches away from ripping Breeze's head straight off his body. In a state of panic, they screamed out the number eleven. Within the second of those words leaving his mouth, the soldier seemingly teleported out of range, casually standing in the distance with no fear in the world.
With a calm, emotionless expression, he spoke. "You said Eleven, right? Cool. Good, I'm glad we can finally fight like men."
Breeze- 'Another Blitze? So annoying. And it doesn't help that this one actually has some presence to him.'
Fixing his posture, Breeze materialized his weapon, pointing it at Liam. "How? How did you manage to escape?"
Amused by Breeze's tone, Liam chuckled before replying. "Isn't that ironic?! You, who slaughtered hundreds of men with no mercy, disrespecting the corpses, not explaining shit about your ability, want me to explain mine. "
Once again, Liam flashed within atoms away from slamming his fist into Breeze's face. But before he shouted another number, the soldier was once again out of his range. The warm sunlight began to rest as both sides pondered their next move.
Liam looked down at the blade, noticing it constantly shifting colors, seemingly always matching the background you looked at it from.
Liam- "So that's how you did it. Your weapon is not truly invisible; it's just camouflaged in the background like a chameleon. Nothing a little focusing can't fix."
Saying that Liam walked forward, "It's quite beautiful craftsmanship. It would be a shame if it broke. "
In that instant, Liam snapped the blade in half, tossing it far beyond his five feet range. With bitterness in his heart, the soldier slammed his knee into Breeze's stomach, crippling him for a moment.
Liam leaned into his ear and whispered with a sharp and pitiful tone.
"Whoopsie. Looks like I jinxed it."
Struggling to breathe, the fellow dropped to one knee. "God! I want to stomp your face in!"
Wasting not a second longer, Liam yanked Breeze's hand, pinning the ground. "Yeah, Yeah, save it for the mind-probing department."
Breeze began to laugh, continuously feeling pain with every chuckle. After a second of awkward silence, the man screamed with the noise. "Did you think that snapping the blade would do anything!"
Mustering up his last bit of strength, White flames burst into existence almost instantly, but it was too late. With a loud clamp, shackles tightened around his hand; in an instant, they ceased as quickly as they came.
With a soft chuckle, Liam swiftly pressed his foot down his chest, forcing Breeze's other arm into submission. "What did you say again? Did I think that breaking your blade would do anything? Well, fortunate for me, I don't need to find that out."
With a smirk, Liam continued, "Just be happy that Aizen wasn't the one ordered to deal with you. He would have broken a couple for the heck of it."
With the criminal in cuffs, Liam escorted him while relaying his report, all while noticing a small two to three-foot-tall figure watching from the trees.