Hunting the Hunted [Private][Kilik and Ereal]

It was a normal, calm night in the downtown of Karakura. It was the day before some holiday the Basilisk knew nothing of, so people were out doing stuff. It looked like they were carrying heart-shaped boxes, small rectangles, and various other stuff. Basilisk was atop a building currently. It was rather average-sized, about the size of a Wal-Mart, so he could just stretch his head and snatch up anyone unfortunate enough to get lost from the crowd.

Speaking of, two of his prey were making their way now. It was a man and a woman, and they began locking lips in the alley that, unfortunately for them, the Basilisk held domain over. With a swift clamp, he leaned his head down and consumed them. The other four heads struggled within his body, as they too, were hungry, but the humans that would be siphoning their energy to all of the stomach's hadn't taken effect yet.

Using his forearms, Basilisk decided to get closer to the front of the building, figuring he would be safe just moving a little bit closer.

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A normal, calm night it was indeed. The moon was in the middle of it's cycle, completely invisible in the black void of a sky known as night-time. The only light that was illuminating the area was the luminous electronic poles that these humans set up in various places and in various types, allowing them to see their pitiful ways. Light was no factor for Headhunter, however, as he stalked the dark alleyways. He had a thirst... But not one that would be quenched by feeding or by liquids. He had a thirst for battle. To experience the adrenaline rush of fighting for one's life, that was the thrill that Headhunter was searching for. He passed meaningless humans, he sensed it. Yes... His face slowly turned in the direction of the feeding that was happening. He did not sense it by reiatsu, no, he saw it. He saw the blood floating in the air, carried on for a few miles. He ran towards the direction till he sensed the being. He looked up, it was above him, still some distance ahead as he ran at high speeds. He saw it's form through the walls, it's blue coloring indicating that it was a cold blooded beast, with the red streaks showing the humans within it's stomach... It was no doubt a Hollow, probably one of his caliber. If He could grin, he would, as he instantly jumped, hard enough to blow dust away from his launch. He didn't use much power in the jump, only enough to land on the roof where Basilisk was lurking.

He landed in a crouch, slowly standing up and facing Basilisk as he stared at the beast. He raised his right hand, the bony claw suddenly exuding a green glow from within as he spoke, without even having a mouth, "Gkaun-yte Mei-hswei. Sehw-lagye Dtai'kai'-dte!" ("Hello Brother... PREPARE FOR BATTLE!")
It's speech was a series of hisses and clicks, some unknown and forgotten language of an ancient warrior tribe of hollows. It was the only warning Basilisk would get as Headhunter instantly leaped up, both of it's arm-blades glowing green with the inner reiatsu making it as sharp as a light-saber as it roared, a guttural sound like a Lion's roar mixed with those insane clickings, coming down to decapitate Basilisk's main head at the neck. If it would miss, it would instantly leap backwards as soon as it would land, away from any chance of a counter-attack up close.

A being, nearby. The Basilisk could smell it in the night. A beast, not unlike himself, more than likely. What would another creature such as himself be doing so close to a potential enemy? Then it hit him. He was hoping to look like a meal, more than likely. The Basilisk quickly used its forearms to pull itself, facing behind it as Headhunter fell. A series of clicks was all that Basilisk heard, and in some weird way, he understood. Not precisely, but knew that it was an issue of a challenge. He watched as it jumped up, and descended upon him, the blades in its arms filled with a green substance of unknown origin. This, Basilisk already figured, was potentially dangerous, and would best be avoided. While the Basilisk had a carapace like a turtle, this by no means made him slow.

As soon as the being jumped, a cero was being charged within Basilisk, though one might not have guessed. It was in another head, far to the right. The spot on its body glowed a faint purple color, though with his odd vision, Headhunter might see this. He wouldn't see the extra heads within the Basilisk, but he would, however, notice the cero charging, as it gathered heat. Before Headhunter had a chance to decapitate the main head, it retreated, almost as if it disappeared. Simultaneously, the head on the far right popped out, just before Headhunter managed to land on the ground. The cero was released, the Basilisk's right head moving with Headhunter, though the cero only lasted for three seconds after it was fired.

To a normal person, it might seem as if the head had merely teleported, or somehow went within itself, to come out in another area. However, the trained eye could see that there was a small detail that set it apart from the other head; the slightly downturned mouth at the corner's. It had more of a depressive look about it than the initial head had, though like the first, it didn't say anything.



[OOC: Text is a little small. Any way you could make it bigger next time?]

The currently protruded head of the Basilisk's narrowed its eyes, tears starting to leak from the corners, though this in no way altered its sight or coordination with the other heads. It was just a simple side-effect that the head had of being the one representing sorrow. Basilisk saw the beast evade the Cero, and jump away to another building, most likely sizing him up. If the Basilisk hadn't had better vision at night than it had in the day, it would not have known of the danger of the two protrusions as they cut easily through the building. This information was sent amongst a relay of interconnecting neuron circuits in its brain, sending the information to the other head's, making the Basilisk, in a way, read its own mind.

As the beast came forward once more, the head lashed out to bite the leg that was reared back like a spring, about to shoot forward and hit what looked to be its rather serpentine body, but which turns out to be its carapace. It clamped on, but with the force of the kick, it was forced to rake down the leg of the other Hollow, sending the Basilisk backwards, and into another building, disappearing in a hole in the center. Moments later, a cero was fired, as another head had come out, the Head of Sorrow going back into its sweet sanctuary. Basilisk coiled its tail tightly, before using it like a spring to go out where the Headhunter was.

While the spot that Headhunter had kicked left a size-able footprint, it did not seem to be damaged in any way.

Basilisk watched as its own cero collided with Headhunter's, as it landed on the roof of the building. He watched the Headhunter flying forward, a nasty grin on his face. With the speed Headhunter was going, Basilisk wouldn't have much time, and so tried pulling the head in, to pull another out. The Basilisk didn't entirely miss, however, as the blades slashed off the tip of the exposed head's snout.

As the other head flew out, it attempted to bite Headhunter, but he was already gone. The Basilisk turned its head, looking in the direction he felt the Headhunter's spiritual signature had gone. Seeing him aiming for the carapace, Basilisk opened its mouth, releasing a cero of a different nature. The cero released was not large, or flashy, like most cero's. The diameter was roughly that of a quarter. Basilisk released it as Headhunter jumped back towards him, to get on top of his shell, meaning that Headhunter would fall down onto it, as it was a close proximity to the carapace, but raised higher, so one couldn't stand on either side of it and attack.

Basilisk watched, as the Headhunter flew towards him. It had dodged the earlier cero, which he had meant to be a Force Cero, but had ended up coming out as a regular cero. No matter, that wouldn't cost him. The jump was a strong one, and it cracked, but not nearly as bad as one might expect. Still, another jump like that, and it was done for. It'd take a whole few hours to regrow that! Still, that wasn't anything to focus on at the moment.

Basilisk watched the ceros. Quickly, he used his arm muscle to push back, barely avoiding the cero's. Only, too late. Headhunter was nearly upon him, and he couldn't force his head back again. Instead, he tried a different tactic. Headhunter would easily claim the head, having put up no resistance, but in that instance, three other heads came out, each of them charging and firing a cero. Only one of them looked different. Like the one before, it was about the diameter of a nickel, but when it struck, it wouldn't be like burning energy fired at him, but rather, physical force. If it missed, that would be okay, because as soon as Headhunter was next to it, it would rapidly expand, with no way to prevent it from doing so. It wouldn't deal actual damage, but the force would send Headhunter easily flying about a fourth of the town away.

The other two cero's, on the other hand, were normal cero's, charged and aimed directly at Headhunter, hoping he had let down his guard, having claimed the head of the Basilisk.