Spending Autumn With The Demons: John Kakusei Vs Ryūketsu Ōtamu

California Dreamin'
The waves lapped against the sandy front of Monterrey. John lay on his beach towel on a large rock where he could feel the breezes. Autumn is upon us, he mused. A cooler of Snapple sat next to him, and he pulled one of the bottles out. Swiftly releasing the cap, he took a sip, and set it on the table next to him. ''Ever since Hikaru opened his Winery, I've been bored silly. Saya is off who knows where. Mizu is traveling the world, Nodoka is working at the Winery, and Sayuri...'' He paused. "Who really cares?" He took another sip, then mentally kicked himself. "Dang. I wish I could see them all again." He got up to stretch. "If anything, I want to have a fight. It's been forever since I showed my skills, and I want to do something rather than drink fruit juice."

During the musings of the ignorant Soul Reaper, one would mistaken a shadow moving towards him from his backside direction. This entity only sought answers to questions within his mind. Trading one master for another, he only longed for solace, peace, and the thirst for power to be finally quenched. Seeing the man from afar, one would almost turn a blind eye and say he looked normal. But Ryūketsu was anything but normal...

With a deft "smelling" of the wind, the Hunter could tell with certainty that it was a Soul Reaper donning a Gigai. The fact he appeared to be on a sort've vacation almost made the predatorial figure almost laugh. Whether this Reaper was a hoax or a genius, putting one-self in the position he did is inexuseable. After all...when one becomes a warrior, nowhere is safe!

Draped in black-red cloak trappings, Ryūketsu raised his left hand, pointing at the entity from the distance of twenty meters estimatedly. Making the appearance of a simple "Finger-Pistol", Ryūketsu charged a condensed amount of Spirit Energy to the point of it nearly becoming irrecognizeable from any distance. Then, with a impassive stoic face, he released the pressure...

"Byakurai..."

SPRAAAAAACK!

...sending a pale-blue streak of penetrative, electrical energy towards John's neck, where the base would join the back and shoulders. In one swift move, he'd maim him, paralyze him, and suffocate him. That is, unless the Soul Reaper could react fast enough...