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Post by Hateshi Saiseki on Jul 24, 2008 18:53:24 GMT -6
Hateshi's armor was charred and his sword was chipped in five places. He swayed slightly, but stayed standing, his armor smoking.
"Fucker.." he muttered, grinning. He released his bankai, the blade and the armor dissipating into wind. The wind swirled around his waist, reforming as his unreleased blades in their sheaths.
He glanced down at Kaibun, his forehead and shoulder bleeding heavily.
"You and your damn dragons," he said, clutching his still bleeding shoulder. He laughed again weakly, upping his reiatsu as much he could so the medical squad would come. He laid down, staring at the ceiling and coughing a bit as he heard the clacking of the medical squads footsteps as they grew near.
Hateshi yawned as they got closer, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes, falling asleep on the Training Ground floor.
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