With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
NNoitra walked through the dunes of the white desert his large double crescent moon axe held loosely over his shoulders, a perpetual smile on his face that was gradually fading. Los Noches had been pissing him off. It was all full of such damn weakling nobodies. He most hated the 3rd espada. Women weren't powerful yet she was higher ranked then him. He had disposed of one third espada when he was only eighth. He'd prove to them all he was the strongest espada. "I'll find an opponent worthy of meh...and then i'll rip him in two to prove how strong I am." With each step he grew more and more bored and angry. There were no opponents to challenge him. He extended his long tongue and licked his lips before firing a golden cero from the tip of his tongue purely to alleviate his boredom. It didn't help much. "Everyone will see who the stronges' espada is."
Revan short red hair was ruffled violently by the force of the nearby cero impact. He did no flinch at all however, and remained facing away from the 5th Espada and the crater in the sand he created. He stood there with his muscular arms crossed as he held his head low in thought, his short sleeved, white arrancar uniform also being blown violently by the blast.
"Your being pretty damn loud" Revan stated bluntly, his eyes shut as he still faced the opposite direction of nnoitra.
Revan was no Espada, only a young hard eyed arrancar with a rash mannerism. He held little respect for stronger arrancar just because they were stronger, hell the only person to ever earn his respect in this damn forsaken abyss was Aizen himself, and he was long dead.
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The fifth espada NNoitra placed a finger on the floor and sent out a golden stream of energy. It was his enhanced pesquisa. It checked the opponent's spiritual pressure. He shook his head. "Ya not even worth the trouble of getting annoyed at." the espada said with a shrug. "Ya just a nobody." He swung his axe with an experimental sweep and sonidoed in front of Revan and licked his lips with his long tongue revealing his espada number. He was impressed this arrancar, whoever he was, didn't seem afraid of him at all.
"Ya couldn't even cut through my hierro. Ya pathetic" He looked at the arrancar. "I'd ask ya your name, but I wouldn't remember it. No point in remembering nobodies." He turned and began to walk away. There had to be a stronger opponent somewhere. At this rate the only strong opponents would be the other espada...and as he was the strongest even they weren't good enough.
Revan hardly blinked when the Espada appeared in front of him and began to talk down to him. Most arrancar wouldn't think twice about confronting an Espada after being spared like this, but Revan wasn't most arrancar. Though he seemed calm and collected on the outside, he was enraged over how the Quinta talked to him like he was trash. He didn't care if Nnoitra really was stronger than him, letting him walk around after saying all that trash was more pathetic than losing your life in a unwinable battle.
Revan tightly grabbed his sword by the hilt and unsheathed it from its blade. Pulling his sword arm back, Revan slung it foward and let go of the blade. The sword went spinning rapidly as it flew inches by Nnoitra's head. It impacted the sand with tremendous force for a average sized european long sword. But it wasn't a typical blade, the sword Revan used weighed about 1000 times more than his body, nearly a ton. As the dust from the sand settled, Revan started towards the Espada, his boots leaving prints in the sand behind him.
"I can't cut you? Is that what you said? That maybe so, but enough strength behind my sword and I can at least crush everyone bone in your body. If you feel that your so much stronger than me, then this shouldn't be too much trouble for you, right?" Revan taunted as his crimson eyes remained focused on the tall and lean Quinta. As he drew closer, he leaped foward with a sudden burst of speed, his fist clench and poised to deliver a blow to Nnoitra's face.
The quinta espada smiled and stood there. The fist hit him in the face and it turned his face, but there was barely a bruise. His hierro was the strongest of the espada afterall. He hadn't even moved at all. He grabbed the arm and threw Reven with little effort. He rubbed a hand over the area hit. "Like i said. Ya just a nobody." he said with a yawn. "But ya got guts. Whats ya name?" He didn't think he was going to remember it, but he always asked. "I'll let ya live." This would be an insult from someone like Nnoitra because he wanted to die in battle and killing someone showed them respect. It showed they were worthy of you killing them. He threw his zanpakutoh at Revan attempting to skewer him with the tip of it. It was attached by a chain to his waist so this was possible. "Ya gna learn that i'm the strongest espada."
Revan hit the sand hard, sliding against the white grains he spun around to get back on his feet. This guy was brute force in its purest form, a few good steel smashing hits to the head wouldn't be enough to take him down after all.
Revan rose to stand straight, rubbing his fist against his mouth to wipe away the dirt. His crimson eyes darted from Nnoitra to his own sword in the sand. He preferred fighting with his fists but the extra force of steel might be needed against this opponent. In a short burst of sonido, Revan appeared facing the espada from less than an arm's length away, his flaming crimson eyes flickered as he glared at the Espada angrily for just a second.
Not another second passed before BOOM! Revan's clinched fist collided with the Espada's stomach, the steel breaking force behind the punch along with his own tough hierro colliding with the near impregnable hierro of Nnoitra caused a thick and heavy sound to echo across the open deserts landscape of Hueco Mundo. BOOM! Another punch thrown to the chest, BOOM! Another smashed against his chin. As Revan clenched his fist for his next strike, the fierce determination in his eyes grew like embers glowing in the coals of a fire.
Revan threw this final punch at Nnoitra's face, but instead of his fist colliding with the Espada's face, revan abruptly opened his fist so that his palm faced the Quinta Espada from only a few inches away. "CERO!" Revan shouted fiercely, a massive blast of crimson energy enveloped the Quinta and continued to crash into a tall white sand dune which erupted in a miniature sandstorm. The sandstorm created a veil that prevented Revan from seeing the status of his opponent, but he had a feeling that he wasn't finished yet.
The red haired arrancar appeared next to his own sword, which was still embedded in the ground where he had thrown it before. He reached for the worn and rough hilt of his zanpaktou when he happened to glance upon his hand. Revan's eyes widened in shock, his knuckles were dripping blood from newly formed cuts and torn skin. Revan had a strong hierro that lent itself to his tremendous physical strength and fed off of his high levels of reitsu and stamina, yet his hands were covered in blood, his blood, simply from punching this Espada. What sort of monster was he fighting!? Revan quickly grabbed the hilt of his sword and pulled it from its sheath of sand and spun around to face the area of impact his cero had caused just as the dust settled.....
The quinta frowned with boredom as the first set of blows hit him, but had about the same effect as that of a mosquito bite on a rhino. He was about to laugh in annoyance when he got hit by the cero which sent him sliding back into a large rock.
"Thats all ya got?" a voice said before from out of the smoke flew his zanpakutoh straight at Reven. When the cloud eventually faded he was standing there with a few grazes over his body, his clothes burned and his spoon hood almost completely removed, but other then that he was not hardly damaged and holding the chain of his zanpakutoh. "My turn." he added before sonidoing forward.
Revan lifted his sword in front of him just in time to block the twin crescent ax from cutting him in two. The blade pushed him back by a considerable amount, his feet sliding against the sand as he gritted his teeth and tried to push back against the Quinta's massive zanpaktou. Revan immediately sonido'd to the side to put distance between himself and Nnoitra.
How could this be? He took a direct blast from a cero and was relatively unscathed. This was nearly impossible. There was only one option left, he'd have to make this quick too.
Revan turned to directly face Nnoitra, his hard crimson eyes stared intently at the towering Quinta, his hand grasped his sword's handle tightly. "Desnuda tus Comillos! El Tigre!" Revan shouted as he held his sword up. The zanpaktou grew in size, from a standard European long sword to a 6ft long, 1ft wide buster sword that weighed roughly four tons. Revan's eyes became narrow and feline-like and his ears were covered in hollow mask substance shaped like cat ears. His hair became slightly longer and wild looking, and his canine teeth grew to the point where he looked like a savage animal more than a human figure. A long tail sprouted from Revan and swished about fiercely, his nails grew into a sharp claw shape, and Revan's muscle mass even increased a bit.
He stood there, his reietsu still increasing after the release. He looked like a man genetically combined with tiger features in some secret government experiment, the only thing he was really missing was fur. Revan threw his shaggy head back and let out an ear piercing, screeching roar. Just as he did, he tore his shirt off, revealing his bare, muscular chest. Slightly to the right of the enter of his chest was gaping hollow hole. It was normal size, maybe a bit bigger for an arrancar, but something unusual began to happen at that empty cavity in his frame. Slowly, snaking across his body like a growing horde of cobras, a black stripe pattern began to spread across his body like disease. At the moment, it was limited to just his chest and shoulders, but as his reietsu increased, the stripes continued to spread.
"Revan's feline eyes stared unblinkingly at Nnoitra, his fangs bared in anticipation, his tail twitching in preparation to pounce. In a spit second, Revan dashed in an animal like sprint toward Nnoitra, his speed greatly increased from his resurreccion, his sword held out behind him, its ridiculous weight only slowing him down slightly. Before he was even within 10ft of the Espada, he vanished in a burst of sound.
The 4 tons of steel came crashing down onto Nnoitra with the force of a freight train as Revan appeared above the Quinta's head and swung his zanpaktou down with all his might.
As the sword came crushing down Nnoitra thrust up his hand with little effort and caught the blade. The combination of the weight of the blade, the velocity of the swing and the extra strength from the release the strike pushed NNoitra into the sand and caused a crater from the sonic boom. THe blade even managed to slice into the Hierro of Nnoitra, but only slightly. Nnoitra was impressed but didn't show it. Instead he flung up part of the chain of his zanpakutoh with his free hand to wrap around the blade and the leg of the released Revan. He then tugged on the chain and pulled his zanpakutoh towards him. As it reached his hand he thrust it upwards attempting to slice Revan. The speed of which he did this was similar to when he had swung the axe above his head in the battle with Kenpachi. NNoitra might be based on brute strength but he was not slow. He smiled as he did it actually enjoying the battle slightly. The power increase from this ressurecion was quite impressive as was the ferocity of the assault. It reminded him vaguely of Grimmjow.
