𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘さんのイラストまとめ

@LivesForBattle — His heart beat was steady, and his head, cool, for he needed to be completely calm to achieve the simple feat of surviving.

‘ Stay Calm. ‘

Comforting as ever, Daewi’s words echoed through his head, and for once, he obeyed instead of acting brashly. —

@LivesForBattle — One swift montion, which resulted in his foot touching back upon the ground, and dragging a line through the dirt.

A preparation, for his staff to be aimed at the other’s forehead. 〝 Dog... Seller. 〞He hadn’t used that technique in forever, but almost instinctively, —

@LivesForBattle — motion, thus proving the unbelievable weight that the Bo Staff carried.

Without giving the other’s nervous system a chance to register the pain that would be a result of his left arm being ripped clean off, Mo-Ri threw another kick aimed to Kenpachi’s stomach. —

@LivesForBattle — not only his skin, but his nearly indestructible armor, and therefore, he was dangerous.

〝 I didn’t really want to use this, but you’re too good not to! 〞As Kenpachi would make an attempt to recover his senses, and go back on this offensive, something fell out —

@LivesForBattle — to behind the swordsman, in order to deliver a powerful kick to the right side of his temple, whilst the clone used its free leg to kick the other side of it.

The kicks would make his head ring, and discombobulate Kenpachi, whilst his blade was lodged within the ground, —

@LivesForBattle — of the closeness which the Shinigami was instilling.

His butcher’s blade reaped through the empty air, until it grazed the Supreme God’s leg. However, it would never carve its way through the bone, and skin.

〝 Gotcha.~ 〞His foot came to halt the other’s blade in —

@LivesForBattle — forest that had surrounded them previously, they were now standing on a barren land, devoid of life, and places to hide.

With his extended leg, he would then aim to crash the sole of his foot against Zenpachi’s face, and force him to take a step back, in order —

@LivesForBattle — his mind; ‘ Yeah, that’s the motion... ‘

After an instant that seemed like an eternity from behind the veil of his crimson hues, the top of his foot would connect to its intended target.

Once upon a time, that would have sent him flying kilometers away, but —

@LivesForBattle — He gracefully carved a path up to the other’s cheek as it would come closer to the ground, in order to stop him from ever hitting it, and delivering a blow powerful enough to disloacte his jaw.

As he thought, images of his human, adoptive grandfather rushed through his —

@LivesForBattle — hot knife in butter.

Once he would gather his senses, the Shinigami would look up, only to see a fist approaching his solar plexus.

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