The First Tick

Tokyo: 2016. Sure, back during the "golden age" of the world of the living, say 2010, Tokyo was one of the most famous and densely populated cities of the Earth, but after the Hollow Invasion, it was just another dilapidated city; just like the rest of the worlds former population centers. Though, back in the day, humans would have thought Tokyo to be at least the technological center of the world by now; there was probably no way in hell, or maybe more accurately in Hueco Mundo, that they could have foreseen this future. Sure, they may have though that there would be another nuclear war, eliminating all of humanity, but never in their wildest dreams would they have expected an invasion for spiritual "mystical" monsters. Then again, since when has Humanity ever been able to fully predict the destruction that it would have to face? Yet, even through such unexplainable events had happened, Humanity seemed able to live on, fighting for it's survival as it always has. Of course, Humanities perseverance did have it's protectors; other spiritual beings who worked tirelessly to protect Humanity and the world of the living. And yet, either way, over 90% of the Earth was now a wasteland; only 7 cities, 7 strongholds of Humanity's perseverance, remained. Today's events, however, take place in the former metropolis, almost directly beside one of Humanities strongholds; Karakura.

Because of it's proximity to Karakura, as well as it's lack of any human population, Tokyo was relatively free of Hollows. Sure, there were always at least a few Hollows roaming about; but anyone with any level of developed powers would have been able to deal with any of these stragglers who decided to attack. Of course, almost stumbling around in the rubble, occasionally bumping into abandoned and crushed cars, was what appeared to be a human figure. It was hard to tell, however, as this figure seemed to be walking hunched over; arms kept in close to the body and hands near it's face. When a closer look was taken, it would be revealed that this figure wasn't so much stumbling about, but instead was walking with a hesitant, almost "frightened" pace. While this figure definitely was human after a closer inspection, it's aura; the sense given off by his reiatsu, did not seem human at all. In fact, the figures reiatsu seemed almost completely unique, only a small hint of "humanity" left to it. Putting all of these factors together, it was more than obvious to you, the role player; that this is none other than Simon Barabbas.

Having flown (literally by wings) to Japan about 5 years ago, right after the Hollow Invasion, Simon spent about 90% of his time aimlessly wandering about the Island Country. Well, it would be more accurate to say that his Psychosis dragged his body around like a puppet through the Island Country. That's right, over 15 years ago, Simon's Psychosis had literally devoured his mind; making his body and brain it's own. Of course, no matter how powerful this Psychosis was, and it was extremely powerful, it was still confined to being nothing but a Mental Entity. Then again, with Simon's body to call it's own, his Psychosis had everything it needed to use it's full powers. Yet, there still seemed to some sort of "barrier" that actually kept the body and Psychosis "separate". The relationship could be viewed more as if the body was a "Zombie", devoid of an actual mind thoughts, and the Psychosis was like the "Virus", controlling all of the bodies functions without actually being able to "become" the body. This was mainly evident in Simon's speech patterns and seemingly actual reaction to the Psychosis; while it seemed to be highly advanced, Simon spoke like a literal lunatic. And, if one were to get close enough, the would have been able to hear some of his incoherent "jabber". "O-oh, t-tick tick tick tick tick...what'cha countin' down to?" Simon mumbled the question to himself; eyes wide and rapidly darting back an forth. It was obvious that his current "Personality", or state, was Paranoia.

Dusty roads as far as the eye could see - no human life, of course, but some stray dogs could be seen. No wonder, Hollows rarely had appetite for animals, cause animals lacked souls to absorb and calm the never-ending hunger. But in all of that, not only the crazy guy was wandering - another human-like being could be seen. In fact, apart from his strange clothing and tattooed face, it was very hard NOT to believe that he was human. Even his Reiatsu felt more human-like than Simons, since the white-haired wanderer didn't care to hide it.
But it was not human at all once you focused on it. There was something inside of it - something alien, dark and big, like looming inside of his spirit. This white haired man was, of course, nobody else but Haseo, the terror of death, a former Quincy and current Undead. Being one with the element of energy, he had felt the bit of energy from Simon, and thus, decided to meet with the strange feeling that this human exerted. Maybe this would get him closer to his own goal - to find Ovan. Oh, little did he know as he jumped over a pile of rubble, whirling up the brown dirt, that he was in for quite the madness incarnate here.

Did Haseo care if he scared the stranger? No, not at all. His jump over the pile of rubble made him land right infront of the paranoid man - his strange clothing, the pale skin, the red signs on it, and the guns with the blades deactivated, but still attached to the clips on his sides, the white terror of death did clearly NOT look friendly.
"Hey, you." The right hand closing around one of his guns, he did not rip it off and lift it just yet. But the voice of the one who looked like a teenager was clearly pissed off - as always.
"Do you know Tri-Edge?" Haseo had not yet realised that he was talking to a complete madman. "He is a tall white clothed man, using a tripple-edged sword."

Spooking Simon...if there was one thing that you should NEVER do in your life, it would be to spook Simon Barabbas. Unlike pretty much anyone else with any sort of spiritual awareness, Simon was seemingly unable to actually sense the reiatsu of others. While his Psychosis could detect them, it was an ability that it was not able to pass onto the body; so in Paranoia, Simon was quite easy to spook. Of course, the man that had just jumped directly in front of Simon could not have known this; so he was in for quite a rude awakening. In fact, as soon as Simon even heard his footsteps leading up to the "jump", his eyes widened even more than they had already been; and his gaze shot directly to the source of the sound. "GAHHH!!! T-THE...the TICKING!!!" Simon shouted immediately once Simon was in view. His tone, however, was quite odd. At first (before the ...), Simon's voiced sounded shocked, loud, and almost terrified. However, for the last part, not only did his tone change to a "jittery", insane tone, his eyes went back down to a normal size, and a psychotic grin crossed his face. Due to the shock, as well as it's nature, this man had just catapulted Simon directly into his second "Personality", Hallucination. No matter who you were, this was always a very bad thing to happen.

"Heheh, heheh, HEHEH!!! AHAHAHAHA!!! The ticking...it's ticking it's TICKING!!!" Simon managed to say through bursts of psychotic laughter. Tilting his head to the side, almost like a curious animal, Simon took a large step forward on his right leg. As he did so, his eyes changed yet again, appearing almost as if Simon was expecting something. "Tick tick tick tick...today it's the ticking" Simon said, by now his lack of sanity becoming more than crystal clear. As he spoke, Simon also discretely slid his hands down his body all the way to his pants. On his pants were loosely held a set of claws, and as he stood there, looking expectantly at the man, his hands slid into them; as if he were expecting a fight. "Heheh, y-y-ya...wanted to know the ticking?" Simon asked in a crazed tone. It appeared as if Simon had recognized that a question had been asked, but it was obvious that he was in no mental state to answer the actual question that had been asked. Then again, having no mind left, how could you expect him to have understood? "It's...IT'S THE GLORIOUS TICKING!!! Heh, it's counting, counting, COUNTING" Simon shouted at the man, his left arm twitching slightly. Suddenly, Simon's spiritual pressure skyrocketed as a mysterious Black Energy surrounded his feet. Moving quickly, before the man would be able to react, Simon jumped backwards with a back flip; the Black Energy surrounding his feet accelerating his speed to a level slightly beyond shunpo. The speed also added distance to his jump, so Simon was a good few paces away from the man now. "THE TICKING!!!! YOU HAVE TO HEAR IT!!!! IT'S MAGNIFICENT!!!!" Simon shouted, raising his arms up; both hands now equipped with his claws. Right about now, it would be painfully obvious that this young man had made a huge error in spooking Simon.

Alright, this guy was... nuts. And not just a bit. It was not like Haseo had much experience with drugs, but he doubted that any kind of drug rush could induce such behaviour. Instinctively, he jumped back for a bit, and in one motion, both of his guns were in his hands.
"Hey, watch it!" Raising his voice, Haseo activated the blades - orange-yellow energy extended downwards, a very literall gunblade on each hand. The perfect symbiosis of a dagger and a gun. But what made him ready his guns was not annoyance - it was being carefull. This sudden burst of dark Reiatsu - a single drop of sweat was seen running down the side of the ice-cold skin of his face, down to his chin, and falling down. This darkness was unnatural - but not that much different from what Haseo held inside of his Undead body.
"Tch. Sorry, I'm not a huge fan of ticking, not from clocks or otherwise." Haseos voice was unsually calm - the smirk that slowly emerged on his face, though, was purely evil. If he couldn't surpass one strong madman like this guy, then how could he ever hope to beat Ovan into the ground?
"But I can tell you what I like." Haseo had no idea if that guy could even hear him. He hadn't been expecting any clear answer to his question about Tri-Edge or Ovan - he just asked it for the small possibility of someone knowing. He had to take each chance to find his nemesis. "The sound of a small bell in c-moll. Want to hear it?" Slashing to the side suddenly, the gunblades energy blade easily cut through the still standing half-way rusted street lantern - spewing out sparks, it fell across the street, which would force Simon to jump if he wanted to attack right away - all in the plan Haseo had in mind. That was his advantage, he actually had a mind to form plans with and act strategically. Not that he was much of a strategist, seeing as he often lost control of Skeith in battle - but he didn't care.
There it was. A small sound, ringing through his ears and most likely the ears of the crazy man - if Simon would even be able to comprehend audio input, that was. Like the shadow of darkness, a pattern appeared on Haseo - on top of his skin and clothes, an array of red lines, eyes and a crescent shape around his head.

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"All right... now come on, come on... I'm right... here..." Now... this sentence was not at Simon. No, in fact, Haseo was unable to even see him. For his eyes, the world was nothing but darkness - and in the darkness, red eyes lit up, giant claws closing themselves around him, filling him with power. The unbearable, gigantic power of revenge - the Terror of Death was back.

"SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIITH!"

As he screamed out the last world, multiple things happened. His body lit up in pure light, grew faster than the eye could see, and seperated in multiple places - as if ripping away the light around him, the giant claw-like hands of Skeith were the first thing swung through the air, as he was now floating. But not above the ground. The moment he had activated his Epitath, the battlefield had changed.
A black void, with an occasional big piece of rock or a building floating by sparely - a black void surrounded by a white, net-like wide structure. The Avatar Space. As Skeith lowered his arms, behind him, the swords pierced out of the light, revealed last, pointing in different directions like the wings of an angel of death. As the red glow of the eyes focused onto where Simon should be, there was seemingly no ground - but it only was dependant on whatever someone in the space wanted. Skeith - or rather, Haseo in Skeith - wanted to float, so he floated. If Simon 'wanted' to stand, he would stand. There was no 'ground level' in this space, and no 'up', 'down', 'left' or 'right'.
In a sudden flicker, like a static image, as Skeith was seemingly breathing in, Haseo was seen - taking a deep breath and exhaling it out, before everything flashed back to the view of what was actually there.
As the red of the eyes turned from bright to a looming dangerous red, a scream was released. A scream of both Haseo and Skeith - a deep tone, otherworldly and scary to humans, but most likely not phasing to Simon. This was the scream of an Epitath about to run berserk.

Trying to surpass Simon in...well anything...? Anyone who had ever fought Simon and actually survived knew that trying to surpass this lunatic was nearly impossible; not that he was the "strongest being", but, when there was no mind, how could he give a shit about what you are doing? And, of course, there was no way to pass Simon in insanity; that was just a fact of life. Of course, all of this was easily proved when the other man spoke, drawing a hateful, truly evil look from Simon. "...the...ticking...the...ticking... YOU DO NOT APPRECIATE IT'S GLORY!" Simon shouted, seemingly able to comprehend words that related to the nonsense he was speaking. Of course, this was nothing when the man spoke about preferring a "bell". "The bells...THE BELLS!!! NO! TODAY...TODAY IS NOT THE BELLS!!!" Simon shouted, his reiatsu rising slightly with his apparent anger. Calling out the wrong "sound" to Simon was one mistake that you never wanted to make. Whilst there seemed to be no reason or order to the sounds that Simon heard, there was one apparent rule; only one "sound" per day. Anyone who so much as even mentioned one of the other sounds to Simon was liable to be ripped to shreds. So, as the "bell" sound rung, and the man seemingly released his powers, Simon let out a gutteral mixture between a scream and a growl; the reiatsu released from his body by doing so literally breaking all of the glass in the close proximity. Despite everything that was happening, though, Simon remained in his Hallucination "Personality".

As the other man finished his "transformation", Simon showed no signs whatsoever of even recognizing it as a different being; the "enemy" was all that he "saw" before himself. Of course, this odd space didn't effect Simon at all; his body merely had the instinct to fight, and his Psychosis was easily able to remind the body of directions and what not. Even then, the Black Energy, aka the Mentis Tenebras Energy (not reiatsu, but partially composed of it) was still surrounding his feet; so Simon would have already been able to float or even stand upside down. Unlike other opponents, and because the change in form didn't even seem to register to Simon, he didn't wait at all to attack, beginning as soon as he saw his enemy. Clenching his hands into fists, Simon began to punch the air in front of himself, unleashing a stead flow of punches as his enemy let out it's roar. While this on it's own would be pretty much useless against an opponent that was at a distance, Simon's special power, Mentis Tenebras, made it otherwise. As soon as he began punching, large fists made out of Mentis Tenebras' Black Energy began forming around his opponent, being thrown at him with tremendous force. While they may have appeared to only be made of energy, each fist was just as solid as a Zanpakuto; as well as easily containing the power of a Shinigami's Shikai. You see, the Mentis Tenebras Energy was very unique, in that while it was as moldable as pure energy, it was as solid as any other weapon that was used to fight; Zanpakuto's being a good example. And, if his opponent tried to cut through this energy, he would soon learn that it shared another quality with a Shinigami's weapon; it was extremely durable. Because his opponent had stopped to let out that little howl, he had unknowingly left himself open to Simon; the latter unaffected by the form or howl at all.

The shout of the white Avatar in the data-like space seemed to disrupt that exact space itself, making Haseo flash more rapidly between his 'humanoid' form with the pattern over his body, and the steel-hard body of Skeith that was now him. The surge of power exerted from entering this form made his mind to blank and filled with hatred - he was now only the first Phase, Skeith. Reason was replaced with desire to kill. The 'Avatar' was taking over, and would not stop at anything to reach it's goal.

Maybe it was thanks to this change that his instincts made Haseo realize the danger around him. He did not notice the 'shape' of the energy as a fist. Nor did he notice any of it's special capabilites. He only knew that after beating against the first one with his own, metal claws and pushing it back, that more came, and the one from the first time came back. Simple solution, dodging. His left claw reached behind his back - all of the sword-wings lit up like pure blinding light.
Swinging it around him, the formed energy scythe was not aimed to cut away the attacks, or split them - he only used it with one hand, after all. It simply slowed them down enough - enough for the first Phase to burst upwards and to the right of Simon right through the attacks. One of the fists scrapped over the blinding white metal - sparks flew, but no visible damage was done to his metal body. In fact, while speeding away, the scythe had already returned to being the blades.
Stopping out of full speed into no motion like no living thing could without being torn to shreds internally, Skeith stretched out it's arms to the sides - the red eyes started glowing, as the eight swords all pointed to different directions now. On the tips of each of them, a red dot appeared, and the whole entirety of the swords began to light up.
This move was incredibly powerful if charged for long enough, and had homing capabilities - but right now, Haseo did not fully charge it.
"DIE!"
Screaming out, Haseo locked onto Simon - with a burst, eight red lights bursted forward. Together, the array of lasers would reach the strength of a regular Cero, making each single beam 1/8th of one, but all of them would even make quick turns or turns on the spot to follow the crazy opponent.
"I said, DIE!"
As if to empathize on his first shout, Haseo pulled his hands together, supporting the right hand with the left one on the wrist, the palm stretched out - and he fired a blast of at least 20 machine-gun like shots after his lasers to also burst at Simon.

Although the "beast" his opponent had transformed into had managed to dodge his attacks; Simon, or more accurately his body, showed no initial reactions. In fact, Simon himself didn't seem to show the same reactions as other combatant's did during a fight. While one might have mistook this as a sign of weakness and being aloof, it was not the case. Unlike all others, even those with diagnosed mental disorders, Simon's body shared a different connection with his "mind". That was to say, while Simon was pretty much just a mindless psychopath, his Psychosis was able to control his fighting and fighting instincts. This meant that Simon himself didn't even need to be focused on the battle to actually fight effectively. So, while his body showed no signs of his future attacks/plans, his psychosis was able to get the body to move at the exact moment it needed to; cutting back on the preparation time for attacks. Of course, because his opponent wasn't saying much, Simon's own dialogue had dropped down a bit as well. And, since he didn't have a "mind" with which to think, the slight flickering effect granted by this new surrounding didn't affect him or his abilities in any way.

"Tick tick tick tick..." Simon mumbled to himself as his opponent moved to an attack position; his body slightly hunched over. Even as his opponent began to charge his attack, Simon simply stood there; mumbling incoherently to himself. It wasn’t until moments before the attack was about to hit him that Simon took action. With only seconds to spare, Simon’s right hand shot up; as if to block himself from his opponent. Of course, as soon as his hand was up, the Black Mentis Tenebras Energy shot forth from nowhere to form a barrier wide enough to block all of his opponent’s shots. Because it was used at the last minute, it would have been impossible for the opponent’s attack to have been able to use any of its homing capabilities to attempt to avoid collision with the barrier. As he was blocking the attack, Simon caught a glimpse of the wristband on his left wrist; and lifting it up to his face while the shots collided with his barrier, seemed to read it. “Barabbas…BARRABAS!!! Simon…Barabbas!” He shouted odd pauses between his words. If one were to get close enough to Simon to examine the wristband on his left wrist, they would have seen where the name had come from; it was his own.

Somehow, shouting his own name seemed to have invigorated Simon, as he was no longer slouched over and his voice was once again loud and audible. Looking back at the “beast” that was his opponent, there was a certain look in Simon’s eyes; an eerie emptiness that seemed almost surreal. Because Tenebras Momentum was still in effect (and could be for the rest of the battle), Simon was able to move with speed surpassing that of the general Shunpo. Of course, the lack of solid ground didn’t affect Simon at all; his Tenebras Momentum already allowed for him to stand anywhere in the air, even upside down. Moving with incredible speed, Simon shot literally over his opponents head, ending up directly behind him in only a second. Once there, Simon once again began to punch his fists forward into the air at a rapid pace; but this time, giant drills made of the Black Mentis Tenebras Energy began to fly towards his opponent at close range. Unlike the fists, these drills were far more powerful, and were even able to bore through the toughest of metals. Although Simon himself had not learned anything from his previous failed attack, his Psychosis had, and easily told the body to use this specific attack to penetrate the opponent’s armor.

"Are you kidding me? All deflected?" Haseo didn't believe his own eyes. This was not good at all, his blasts were deflected like nothing. If he couldn't rely on his ranged attacks to weaken down his enemy, then he had to fight up close and personal instead. Even in the battle-rage of Skeith, he still understood basic reasoning. A shift in the energy of the Avatar Space occured - his enemy was on the move, and he was fast. Was he has fast as Haseo was in this environment? Hard to say, but he was not slow, that much was for sure.
"Don't... You dare... TO LOOK DOWN ON ME!" It was not a turning around that Haseo did, oh no. Instead, he turned into a whirlwind of energy, as the blades on his back fused together to form an energy scythe in his hands, which was then slashed forward, driving the Avatar back a bit. Energy drills? That was nothing compared to Ovans energy blasts! He had to be able to endure much stronger moves to fight and defeat the Rebirth.
Haseo himself did not even look at Simon anymore. His mind was going deeper and deeper into the mad rage of his thoughts. In his mind, he was only fighting another test of Ovan, another one of his sick and twisted games. Suddenly, the Terror of Death started spinning his scythe in a circle - normally, this would involve twisting ones hands, and couldn't exceed a certain limit. Clearly not enough to block or slow down the impending doom of metal-piercing drills. But Skeith did not have normal hands - he was a mixture of organic and scientific material. Instead of twisting his hands, his own hands were actually spinning around themselves, something impossible for living creatures, and his scythe effectively created a bright yellow and white energy shield. Sparks flew everywhere, as the spinning energy in the opposite direction of the drill spins effectively worked as a counter-motion and energy-shield, slowing down their advance, effectively binding them in free flight. But of course, Haseo couldn't just spin his scythe forever now.

The problem was... Haseo was no longer in control. As he was about to execute his next move - it was like an abrupt 'rip' out of reality. Into his own mind, with an 'ugh' followed by a 'huh?', he changed from participating to merely watching. As he was floating as the monster of his mind inside of his black soul, two giant hands held him captivated. It had happened once more...

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All he saw was that smiling face for a brief second, and it had made him lose control completely. A face he had nearly forgotten, but could never forget, the same voice that welcomed him to the World as an Undead, his arch nemesis and at the same time, biggest idol, nobody else than...
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
Even later, Haseo never had any idea why he saw that face during the fight. Had Ovan actually been near? Or did the crazy aura of Simon influence him? Whatever the case, Skeith wouldn't stop before he got blood now.

With a roar right after the shout, a roar coming from deeper within the metal puppet, far beyond Haseos own voice, Skeith brought his hands to an abrupt stop, and with a quick slash, drove two of the drills away from himself, causing an eruption of sheer force in the form of wind as the blades connected. Shooting upwards to evade the rest, his hands and feet got damaged from the drills - burn marks like from a fast, spinning... well, drill, of a metal almost or even harder than it's own body. But Skeith did not escape upwards, oh no. In fact, only after barely evading the drills, the Avatar used it's special ability to immedeatly change course in full-flight, and dashed forward right after upward, bringing itself above Simon - and slashed downwards with the scythe, in an angle clearly meant to cleave head of the enemy off cleanly, before using the rest of the speed-burst to twist around, now be behind where Simon had been standing or maybe still was standing, and executed another slash, aimed to horizontally cut the madman in two.

Just as before, Simon himself seemed to show no signs of being directly influenced by any of his opponent's actions. The words he spoke, the actions he took to block his attack; nothing seemed to actually garner a true "response" from Simon. To the untrained eye, it would appear as if Simon was off in his own little world; obviously a wrong assumption. Simon didn't follow any set conventions; he was literally one of a kind in terms of, well, everything. Unfortunately, this obliviousness seemed to enrage the opponent; though that fact still did not cause any changes in Simon. Of course, the driving force behind his actions, his "Psychosis", took not of each strategy his opponent used to block or avoid his attacks. Although this "separation" from the body and what now controlled it was detrimental to Simon the person, it made for what some may consider the "perfect fighting beast". Unlike others, Simon needed no "righteous" purpose to fight, nor did he even need to be aware of his surroundings. The only problem with this was that there was pretty much no way to communicate with him, or what would be more effective, with the "Psychosis". And that was the true problem. The "Psychosis", the manipulator of the marionette that was Simon's body, was a mental entity. The only way it had to contact the outside world was through providing Simon with instincts.

So, as Simon kept pumping out his attacks, he once again seemingly ignored anything that the opponent was actually doing. In fact, the only hint of responsiveness was that he stopped attacking once the enemy had moved. While the body seemed to just wait for his opponent's next move, the "Psychosis" was already formulating the next actions. Unfortunately for his opponent, they would soon be witness to just how deadly this mindless man and his "Psychosis" could be. Even before the enemy was above him, the Black Mentis Tenebras Energy began to swirl around Simon's right hand and arm. Once the opponent was slashing down above him, Simon's right arm shot up, and all around it a large clawed hand made from the Black Mentis Tenebras Energy engulfed the hand and literally grabbed the enemies scythe. Because of the Mentis Tenebras Energy and Simon's own strength, he was able to successfully halt the attack; though it did push him down a bit. Before allowing even a second to go by, Simon raised his left hand, and to the left of his opponent, a gigantic spike composed of the Black Mentis Tenebras Energy seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "...tick tick" was all Simon mumbled before the giant spike shot forth at the enemy with tremendous force. Because Simon had literally caught his opponents attack to block, and because no time was wasted in his counter attack, this move would be near impossible for his opponent to dodge. Although he was wearing armor, that attack was thrown with enough force to at least leave a deep gash in the armor; if not completely pierce it.

The blade, cought by the enemy? Unfortunate, but clearly not the end of the world. In fact, Skeith wasn't angry about it. The beast of raw murderous intent didn't have thoughts to waste on that - his goal was simply to erase whatever was infront of his glowing red eyes. So in the moment the Scythe stopped without being able to continue on - the claw-like hands of the Avatar simply let go of the raw plasma, and it dissipated. No matter what was used now, the energy simply turned back into the swords on Skeiths back - it slipped out of Simons grasp without leaving a trace. Skeiths manipulation of his own energy was on levels unbelievable for something of his power levels, after all.
That didn't really help much, though. An attack came near - a giant energy spike. And it was right next to the battle beast, too. Normally, Skeith was known to simply take hits and dish out more, but if something made it impossible for him to fight, even Skeith dodged.
//KILL HIM! KILL HIM!//
Haseos voice roared inside of Skeiths head, and the negative, dark, evil side of the rogue Undead inside amplified the darkness of Skeith, making it even more bound on destroying the enemy. A normal enemy would've been unable to dodge this spike this close, but now the Avatar Space came in again to help the Undead, together with one of his abilites - to go from zero acceleration to his maximum speed in less than a second, speeds that any racing car could only dream of.
The first full-speed dash, Skeith flew to his right, being chased by the energy spike during that, before using the other ability of his speed, and from side-dashing, went to complete forward momentum without any sort of curve, turning, or similliar, just using his outburst of energy that he was able to break any momentum and change altitudes at all times.
Now being besides Simon in some distance, Skeith actually turned sideways again, raising both of his hands - energy glowing around them. With another beast-roar, he began to shoot from each hand - as fast as a top-notch machine gun, bullets of energy as big as Haseos hands. Needless to say, each hand of the big Avatar was almost the size of a normal humans torso. Each of them had the destructive force of a weaker Bala, but the sum would add up, no matter what it was going to hit.

Of course, while Skeith appeared to be unharmed, he was not. The energy spike had cought up to him JUST when he dashed forward, because even side-dashes and forward-dashes took up fractions of time. The spike had scratched right over his side, almost pierced through the entire armor, but in the end, the Terror of Death had been too fast for the attack to catch up to him fully and pierce him. But in the end, Haseo still felt the pain, and it slowly shook up his battle trance of being completely possessed by Skeith. Any more damage done to him... and Haseo would eventually regain his senses. No telling what could happen if the actual Terror of Death regained his full control while in Avatar form...

"Eh?" Simon turned around - or maybe his psychosis only made him turn around, who knew, and who cared? The reason as to why he did that was still clear. His right arm was suddenly missing, torn off by a giant energy bullet. And more were coming right for him.
"Hiii!" Speeding upwards through the Avatar space, he wouldn't get off that easily. Another one of the bullets hit him - this time, his left leg was simply torn off and turned into shreds. Was the insane man still able to feel pain? Skeith and Haseo surely hoped he could, as all of the hate and rage inside of the child of Morganna was overflowing. Today, the Terror of Death would get all he desired once more.
With another piercing howl, Skeith was speeding right towards Simon. Black Energy shot out in multiple forms - drills, tentacles, spikes. But against that, the Phase of the Cursed Wave brandished out his scythe - swinging it around wildly, knocking the energy weapons into every possible direction. The few scratches that appeared on the steel-hard body of the Avatar didn't matter one bit - and then he reached him. A sinister glow from the red eyes... and something like fear for his life in the eyes of the man without a mind.

"Shit... To think someone like that retard could get me so angry..." On some rubble, a white-haired young man with blood red eyes could be seen - right next to a bloody pile of cut up flesh and bones, and a puddle of blood around it. The boy in white was Haseo, who seemed back at his senses for now. His eyes shifted over to the remains of Simon.
"Tch. Don't look at me for an apology, it was your own damn fault for pissing me off." He said towards one of the eyes that seemingly looked at him from the ground. Looking up at the sky, the Adept Rogue started to leave the place. The real world had not been damaged by the fight - thanks to the Avatar Space. Leaving the ruined place behind, some Hollows would surely soon come out to feed on the spiritually loaded remains of the enemy, and Haseo was completely fine with that. The Dead Apostle wasn't exactly known to be caring for anyone.
"One day, Ovan... it'll be you who is a pile of remains..."

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