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.
Kaki gritted her teeth as the attack barely grazed him. She wasn't even sure if it had really hit him if not for the slight char on his clothes indicating that she had, in fact, landed at least part of the blow. Good - it would have been bad if she'd hurt herself without at least doing some damage back.
As soon as she landed, her side was to her enemy. As she turned to remedy this, a number of things happened in a very short amount of time.
"Hoja Bala!"
She spun around and brought up her weapon to sheild herself from some of the blast. The blast struck her umbrella and partially dispersed, yet it singed the ends of her hair and the tops of her feet - both of which were uncovered when she ducked behind her umbrella. As soon as she looked up from behind her umbrella, the sword of her opponent was slashing through the air, coming down at her. She had no intention of blocking that - she just jumped back. At this point, she was just a bit stronger than he was.
Good, maybe she could get away if need be.
She darted around him and shoved her weapon at his ankles with as much power as she could muster from her tiny body. She'd never been too fast, but she could tell she was faster than him right now, and if she could take out his legs, she could get away.
And then the other arrancar, the one who had been sleeping, woke up. As he stood up, he got out of the vehicle with no regards for the car, smashing it up with his gargantuan weapon. "What the hell is going on?"
Regardless as to whether or not her attack hit successfully, Kaki froze. Her crimson eyes flickered to the side, back to her enemy, and back to the side. The man was enormous. She figured that if she stood on Hotaru's shoulders, he would be taller than them. As she imbibed the image of the man with the enormous, figure-eight-shaped axe, she drank in the thought of how dead she was.
Fuck trying, she spun on the balls of her feet and ran across the street like she'd been before this happened, umbrella at her side so it didn't catch the air and pull her back.
Meanwhile, not too far away, another woman had just arrived and she appeared meters behind the quincy who seemed to go unnoticed. Short cyan hair was cropped very low, giving her a rather masculine appearance, and today she'd passed on the contacts once more, simply wearing her glasses. The fact that the reiatsu had been skyrocketing in the middle of town worried her, and the closer she got, the more she realized that Roy was among those reiatsu. She took a back alley, emerging behind him with a glowing bow in hand.
"Roi-kuuuun?" she exclaimed rather loudly, "You shouldn't get too involved with this - hey, look, it's Mikeiru-kun!"
Makana had no idea that Roy was in his little warfare mood, and come to think of it, she'd never seen him in any mood other than the flirtatious idiot she'd come to know and love. And smack maybe once or twice.
"There's an awful lot of them, Roi-kun," Makana murmured, crouching behind him as she relinquished her bow. Her brown eyes locked on the back of his head as she pleaded, "Please don't get into trouble."
And as if there wasn't enough chaos already, somewhere over the city a new gargantua opened, and three new arrancar emerged. The first to emerged was a short woman, entering only because her fraccion had told her there was going to be a brawl, and at least two of them wanted in. Whether this was true, Celia didn't know until she saw the spoon-headed Espada. She smirked back to her fraccion. "Try not to get yourselves killed."
As the two identical arrancar emerged from the same rip in the sky, one of them - the one clad in black, grinned. "Like I'd die that easy," Adela scoffed. "I'm not a weakling, Celia-sama!"
"That's what we were afraid you would say," Neva murmured as she followed her sister. "I don't particularly want to fight, Adela, so try not to die."
"Idiota," Adela murmured, scanning over the scene. {Enter Celia's Team}
"Killed? I wouldn't worry about that. Everyone's still pretty damn weak for now." a male voice said as a fourth figure exited from the same garganta as Celia and the twins. Darui rolled his neck as he looked at the scene before him. Hands in his pockets with his weapon strapped onto his back, the man smirked. "But come on, look at this place! This is going to be frigging fun! Even Nnoitra's here! But what's taking those damn shinigami so long? I've been itching to fight one for a long time now."
His eye scanned the area, looking for anything interesting to pay attention to. Nnoitra looked pissed, but then again, when wasn't he, Starrk looked completely unmotivated as usual, and there were a bunch of...other people. There were those half-hollow, shinigami guys (whatever they were called...he could never remember), a human or two, and those guys that shot out those arrow things.
Scoffing, he pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms.
"I thought there was gonna be a fight or something! This is pathetic. No one's strong enough for a good fight."
Meanwhile, footsteps echoed in the night as a thin, bespectacled young man with a cast on his right arm came chasing down the path, not too far away from the cyan-haired woman. "Ma-Makana!" he said, slightly panting as he skidded to a stop. He took a breath before looking up, eyes wide at the scene unfolding before him. The reiatsu was incredible...who were these people? "What's going on? Who are they?"
"Roi-kuuuun?"
Hiko squinted, looking around for any sign of the man. Maybe he was off hiding; probably a smart idea. Looking at his arm, Hiko frowned. He was completely useless with only one arm. He'd only be a liability to everyone.
"Makana, don't get yourself involved with this!" he said, stepping back slightly, "You'll get hurt!" he pleaded. Hiko didn't need to see anyone get hurt...especially not Makana.
Post by Kobato Banrai on Dec 9, 2010 0:38:36 GMT -5
With his band behind him, Kobato rocked out on his guitar. He had on an all black shirt with all black pants. He also had on a black leather jacket with extra guitar picks in his pocket. He had a chain connected to one of his pants pockets which he liked to toy with after every song.
It was time for a new song as Kobato picked up his guitar. It was a Fender with a mahogany and violet finish. A redwood neck with death bats on every 5th fret. His bridge shined in the colorful lights of the building. He had brung this sweet guitar to one of the best concerts he had ever had, and it looked good for his image.
Playing and playing, Kobato loved it. He wanted to live in this moment and never leave. He would be bummed when this concert ended as he was having a crap load of fun, playing for his fans. His usual personality disappeared while he played with his band. The usual bitterness of his attitude was replaced with a new and more one. Indulging himself in the moment, he made himself believe that this whole scenario was real.
Almost immediately after his fun level had gotten to its peak, he was instantaneously sucked back into reality. Awakening to the strong feeling of the spiritual pressures around him, Kobato stood up, quite grouchily. He had been sleep atop a rooftop and didn't take kindly to being woken up especially with the dream he was having, so he just stood up and peaked over.
He could feel a bunch of people's spiritual pressures, but he could only see a few of them. He could see the gargantuan monsters that roamed the city, destroying stuff. They seemed to be fighting people. Whatevs, Kobato thought as he walked back where he was before to regain some of his lost sleep.
Almost as immediately as his butt hit the hard ground of the building he was on his inner hollow spoke,"Boy you better get your ass out there". Kobato usually didn't listen to Taison, but he didn't feel like arguing today.
"He can do whatever he wants", said Sakura, his zanpakuto spirit,"so... wanna go?"
Kobato couldn't understand Sakura at times. Sometimes she would hate Taison's guts and others it seemed like Taison's fight-hungry characteristic was rubbing off on her. He wondered whether Zanpakuto spirits had times of the month. Somewhat laughing at this he did get up, but didn't step down into the fight. He only watched.
Post by Mikhail Rost on Dec 11, 2010 0:32:13 GMT -5
Mikhail hadn't really meant to upset Senji, but his immediate reaction to Senji's surprise appearance, might have seemed a little rude. When Senji said that he came to back Mikhail up, he felt bad for what he had said.
"That's not what I meant, but we need to be careful."
Senji spoke about doing something to help even if it wasn't much, Mikhail was about to agree but then Senji decided to leave.
"Be safe,..." Was all he could get out as Senji flash stepped away.
More blasts echoed close, as the girl and arrancar continued fighting. Confused as he was to watch that, and the few other things going on nearby, Mikhail was just about oblivious to all the new appearances in the area. To make matters worse the tall sleeping arrancar in the vehicle suddenly woke up.
He looked fairly irritated as he got out of the car, just about ripping it in half with that huge scythe like weapon he carried. He screamed, and his reiatsu flared, causing Mikhail to fall back on his rear. His eyes widened, and for a moment it was hard to move. When he finally did, it was to scramble back against the wall, and out of sight for the moment. It almost felt like the wind had been knocked out of him, just to be near that presence.
If Mikhail had noticed that his teachers were around, he might have tried to get closer to them, but at the moment he was on his own.
Mikhail Rost - Human - ML:S Sobek Kurokawa -Arrancar - HL:W Kimiko Kaneko - Shinigami - ML:A Ikkaku Madarame - Shinigami - HL:S Don Kan'onji - Human - LL:A
Senji hadn't thought about it but he may have just left Mikhail alone to face something huge. He was really thing at the moment he was fighting already. His opponent within his body Kitsune he had already started to surface. That was in no way a good thing for Kitsune to show up. A event just like the one with Jericho was going to happen.
A few seconds passed as Senji finally notice Kazuma he had asked if he was okay. But he really wasn't Kitsune was gnawing at him on the inside. With that sudden flare of spiritual pressure send had faded back into his mind. Instead of a yell of madness Kitsune just smirked slightly. He knew the large release of reiatsu would hide his own at the moment. He figured he could just barely pass Kazuma and continue onward.
"I'm fine" Senji's voice replied nothing seemed out of the ordinary excepted the smirk on his face. " I'm glad to see you again but I must be going". He stepped forward and continued walking he was going to walk right passed Kazuma. Hopeful he wouldn't notice that Senji wasn't in control at the moment. Kitsune could sense something familiar two things that were familiar actually.
He smiled happily "I wonder if that's you" Kitsune said quietly.
Post by Kuroda Momiji on Dec 11, 2010 12:43:54 GMT -5
Kazuma slowly reached for his zanpakuto. When Senji had looked up at him, his eyes were an icy blue, not brown. He remembered that when he fought Senji his eyes were blue when Kitsune had taken over, this must be the fluctuation he had sensed in Senjis spiritual pressure. He let Kitsune pass so as not to alert him, but once he was behind him, Kazuma fully unsheathed his blade. Hadn't he told Senji to be careful to prevent this?! Unfortunately there wasn't anything to do now but stop Kitsune. Going to the bigger fight would have to wait till later.
"You know Senji, I remember you having brown eyes, not blue." Kazuma turned and with his blade in hand he jumped into the air. He soared above Kitsune, pointing a finger at him. "Bakudo 30! Shitotsu Sansen!" He drew a triangle with his finger and from it three beams of light were shot at Kitsune, aiming to bind him to the concrete.
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Leocha growled as he watched his Bala get deflected by the girl's weapon, and swung as hard as he could with his sword. But she was too fast for him to hit right now. It seemed the only way he would be able to catch her at this point would be to release his Zanpakuto. His sword went low as she thrust at his feet, pushing the umbrella to the side.
As soon as the weapons made contact, the girl froze. Leocha looked over towards the vehicle to watch Nnoitra climb out screaming. It was about time for things to get serious, it seemed. The girl seemed to realize that the game had change drastically, as well, since she was now on the run away from them both.
"Tch. Don't think you can escape that easily, bitch."
A quick sonido, and Leocha stood in front of her once again, his sword raised over his head and brought down as hard and fast as possible. He wanted very much to slice right through her.
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Annette held back slightly as her Espada and other Fraccion exited the Garganta. She looked around nervously, wringing her hands slightly at the absence of her bear, which had been left back in her quarters in Las Noches. She waited just outside the open portal for Celia to make her move, and listened to Darui complain about the lack of competition here. She couldn't really care less, though. As long as it made Celia happy, she would participate.
She gazed around absently once more, wondering if she could really be much help in a place like this. She wasn't very strong, and she was worried about getting in the way. She sighed, then perked up slightly as she recognized someone by their cold reiatsu.
That human that was kind to me! Oh, no! What if Celia asks me to kill him?
She had met him on her last trip to the human world, but he had made an impression on her with how kind he had been. He had played music for her and helped fix her bear when it was torn. She didn't know if she could fight him. But deep down, she knew that if she was ordered to, she would do what she must...
Stour watched as Nnoitra nearly destroyed his vehicle, dragging his axe-thingy out of it. What the hell was that thing, anyways? Cumbersome as hell, that's for sure. Stour shook his head, why would anyone want a weapon that big? Stour felt so many reiatsu signatures that he was actually starting to get a headache. He purposefully toned down his pesquisa, calming down his urge to attack something.
He decided that he may as well serve as a scout for Szayel-sama, who, judging by the number of people coming here, would be undoubtedly joining the scene. Nnoitra was getting ready to fight? Shocker. Would he really attack the weak Vizard girl, he wondered? That wouldn't be very fair. Stour took a few steps through the air, looking down at the scene. Things were likely about to get a lot more chaotic here.
The girl was running away? Really? He chuckled to himself. He was half tempted to sonido in front of her, and stop her. But she wasn't very good prey, and some others might get upset that he stole their prey. He smirked at the thought of doing that to the Quinta's fraccion. Szayel-sama might get upset with him if he pissed Nnoitra off, however... So he decided he would remain vigilant in his observation of the scene, circling in the sky, looking down as fights were bound to break out.
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
Jericho listened to Dai as he talked. "You mean Leocha? That guy couldn't heat up a match with a rough surface," he answered a rather frustrated expression over his face. "But I guess hes better than that other guy. In all honesty I can't stand the two of them. But enough about that, how are you doing Dai," he asked his smille returning once more. Dai was probably the only person he would ever ask that. His one actual friend and current rival, among all the strong and weak people, he was his true best friend. Jericho really never found many people who seemed to attune to his rather...unique tastes. Dai was stronger than him for sure but this had been so for a while and even if there current situation were to change he would most likely still hold him in high regard.
Jericho felt his leader's reiastu flare. Judging by it he was either pissed or excited. Jericho was betting on him being pissed after all he had left the area and that incompetent lizard had been knocked the fuck out. "Hehe, you know me too well don't you? Yeah where here to have some fun on the bosses orders. But, what are you doing here," he asked his grin changing to a face more of interest than anything else.
Nnoitra glanced over to see Stark and Lilynette. Ah some actual competition. He ignored the little vizard running away and began to walk over to Stark when the arrows fell all around him. His hierro held up extraordinarily well against the barrage. How dare someone of such weakness attacked him. He turned to see another arrow flying at him. Out of the impulse of survival Nnoitra pivoted on his left foot and had the arrow pass him and grazed him ever so slightly leaving a light cut in its place. How dare that person cut the great Nnoitra Jiruga. He focused on where it came from and fired a cero from his tongue. That person would pay for his insolence.
Right after he fired it another garganta opened in the area and he looked up at it as Celia and her fraccion. Bitch! How dare she be allowed to become an espada. Much like Nel, Halibel and Melancolia. This irked him on many levels.
Post by SatsUlquiorra on Dec 13, 2010 11:19:49 GMT -5
The young, white-haired, vizard stood utop the mountains. He could feel the presence of someone strong. Someone very strong. And their twisted reiatsu could not be mistaken. An Arrancar, most likely an Espada. The rattling of his chains filled the air as he feel to his knees, the memory of his past encounter with an Espada filling his head. He was overpowered so effortlessly. That pale-skinned arrancar's face was carved into his mind. "How could he have..." His thoughts were cut off as another very strong, very familiar reiatsu was felt right behind him.
The garganta opened, and who else but the pale-faced emo himself walked out. Ulquiorra Schiffer, the Cuatra Espada. "It boggles your mind, doesnt it?" He took a few steps toward Satsu, who had immediatly turned to face the one who intruded on his thought. The vizard stood before the arrancar, trembling in fear. "You just cant seem to grasp how there is such a great gap in our power. Tch, how pathetic."
Satsu reached for his zanpakuto, only to be stopped, as Ulquiorra had quickly grabbed hold of his throat. He struggled, attempting to speak. "I dont understand it at all..." His crimson eyes peered down, once again collapsing to his knees as Ulquiorra released him. "I dont understand how you're so much stronger...My first impression was that we should have been on almost equal ground...and yet..."
"You were defeated with the slightest bit of effort." He walked to the edge of the mountain."You are only half right. Our strength should not be as close as you think, but they gap between is not as great as it seems. You simply lack the proper know-how. You've been amonst the Shinigami for so long, you've become restricted. You are not one of them, you are not set to their limitations." He watched over the cliff, towards the area the earlier reiatsu was felt."Nnoitora." His cold, emerald eyes were focused at a very distant point. "That is the the being that you feel. There are other near him, but he is your primary concern. He is the Quinto Espada. Meaning there are only four, myself and three others, ranked higher than him."
A myriad of thought buzzed around his skull. "why are you telling me this? Why have yo unot simply killed me yet...What are you trying to acomplish?" He asked, standing up, a new found strength had stopped his trembles. He narrowed his eyes at Ulquiorra as his sclera turned black.
The Espada turned back to him, little to no emotion shown on his face, despite things going as planned. "Even now it stirs. Let me ask you this, what is the highest power a shinigami can have? What is their limit of growth?" He was well aware of the answer, but knew it would have more of the desired impact if Satsu was the one to say it.
Looking to Ulquiorra, then down at his Zanpakuto, then back to Ulquiorra, Satsu answered. "Thats simple, its Bankai. A shinigami's ultimate ability would be their Bankai." His narrowed eyes watched the Arrancar closely.
"An ability which you have already gained. Now answer this, whats left for you? You've attained Bankai, and you've demonstraited adaquate skill with it. So what is your purpose for staying in the Soul Society?" His icy gaze remained fixed to the young boy, who's face clearly showed his perplexed state of mind. As everything began to peice itself together, Satsu's eyes widened. "You understand now? You don not belong with them, they can offer you nothing now. Not to mention that they do not accept your kind."
He took a small step toward Ulquiorra. "And what exactly do you propose I do? If the Soul Society is not where I should be...then...are you suggesting I go to Hueco Mundo?"
A small smile had spread across his face, the Espada was showing some emotion, a very rare sight. "That is the jist of it, yes. However," He turned to face the direction of his fellow Espada. "They wont be so accepting in Las Noches, not unless you can prove you can stand with them. Albeit Nnoitora wont accept you regardless."
He was begining to understand, he was not ment to be with the Shinigami, who didnt accept his kind, Vizards. He looked into Ulquiorra's eyes. "Then I must prove myself. Is that all?" His tone had changed, he was no longer affraid. He approached Ulquiorra, who's smile had faded.
"You seem to get the jist of things well enough, though I doubt you understand exactly what must happen." With a subtle flick of his wrist, the fabric of space was torn, as the garganta opened. "you will encounter three Espada when we arrive, one of which is stronger than I am." He monotonous voice seemed to echo through the air as he stepped into the garganta, with a small nod, Satsu followed.
-Above the battle field-
High over the combatants, a garganta opened. Slowly, the two stepped out. A Vizard, with hair as white as snow, and an Arrancar, who's skin was as pale as ice. Satsu's eyes scanned the area, his sclera black, but his irides remaining their usual crimson color. He turned to Ulquiorra, a dull expression on his face.
"Do not let your guard down, stay fully alert, do not get distracted for a single moment." He spoke in a low tone as he slowly drew his sword. His emerald eyes were focused on Nnoitora. Idiot.
"Hai, Ulquiorra-sama." Drawing his zanpakuto, he readied himself for someone, it was his style to make the first move. It never had been. "Open your eyes, Hiryu." A slight raise in his rieatsu could be felt as his Zanpakuto glowed with an erie black light. He held it infront of him as it took the shape of a lance, an entirely black lance, with markings running along the curve of its blade. He muttered under his breath, "Satsu Munashii...former third seat of squad ten"