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.
Finally, the guy decided to release. It was interesting, to say the least, to see a guy based on speed to turn into a bull-like form. He supposed that was supposed to mean strength of some sort. He just didn't get what it had to do with speed; however.
"Che." Kenpachi's first sound to the resserecion, "So no more holding back huh? That's good."
To be honest, it bugged him that the eye patch had a cut of it. It wasn't cheap to get Mayuri, of all people, to mend a patch filled with the remnants of several hollows.
"Now the real fun begins." He said simply, before a smile split across his face.
From the corner of his mind, he felt another wave of spiritual pressure, rising from an entirely new source. He; however, decided to ignore it for the time-being.
Whatever it was, it was not his opponent... yet.
Distracted ever so slightly, he hardly noticed the Arrancar sonido in front of his, his left eye opening in slight surprise. As his opponent took a shot at the captain's head, he jerked back, turning his head slightly to the left to avoid the blow.
It worked, mostly. However, it happened to nick his nose and rip off his eyepatch.
He blinked, once... twice. Sudden vision from his right eye filtering into his brain. He lifted his hand to his right eye and felt over it for a moment in disbelief.
"Baka." He said slowly, "Now I can't hold back."
With that, his spiritual pressure spiked, pushing the Arrancar back purely due to the blast of spiritual pressure. A large yellow flame seemed to engulf him and a beam shot into the sky, the very earth started to shake at this anomaly.
The burst of yellow reiatsu was a sight to see. It's burst had more than enough reaitsu to break the entire top of the barrier Gillroy put up. As the orange shards shattered onto the arena Gillroy kept his eyes on the newfound beast of a creature. The yellow beam pushed Gillroy back with such force as it sent him flying back almost to the other end. He looked down seeing a cut run down from his chest to his stomach verticaly. The cut burst blood out on his white plated skin. It had been years since someone had cut him in his resereccion form with his gear and glove off. He ran his hollow hand down the wound. He raised his hollow hand which was now red and dripping with blood. He wouldn't waste reaitsu healing this one. The man had not even lifted his blade or moved his body and yet he had cut Gillroy deep.
"Perfect. Perfect. This is perfect. I, the perfect being finnally have a fight on my hands," Gillroy snarled almost laughing. Gillroy never laughed or smiled. Gillroy pounded his chest once more and the fire encircling the arena burned higher. The more pumped Gillroy would get the hotter the area would be. Gillroy raised his now red hollow hand repairing the barrier Kenpachi had destroyeed without moving his body. Gillroy did not fully mind if the other captain joined the fight, but he would try to avoid having him come in and block any death blows.
Gillroy was decent when it came to manipulating reiatsu. He was more into spped and swords. His resereccion form was odd to many, not him. A powewrful bull for a fast man. It was simple to be perfect you must be fast and strong. El Toro was damn strong. After all the captain was fast and strong, he needed to match him up. Gillroy lowered his hollow hand and gripped the hammer with two hands. He raised it over his shoulder. He lowered it to his right side pulling it back as if he was winding it up. Winding. A good word to describe it. This next attack would be new for Kenpachi. It was similar to Rapido llameante exitazo, El Toro, but it involved no sonido and required more time to "wind up." Unlike a normal hammer smash such as the one he tried to connect earlier this one produced fire. He dashed straight at the captain at full speed with no sonido. The scent of his blood drove him on. His horns pierced the air as he dashed forward "winding" his hammer back to his backside. His hips twisted to the right as he continued to pull the hammer back.
"Enfurecer, El Toro," Gillroy yelled as he started to bring his hammer crashing by twistign his hips forward. Hips generate power unlike shoulders. The captain used his shoudlers to fight. A man who uses shoudlers can easily be pushed by a woman with good hip contral. This would give Gillroy some room to be able to push him back. His hammer kept going with momentum when it stopped as it's head faced Kenpachi. Gillroy was about 25 feet away. The hammer roared as flames spread everywhere in the forward direction. The bull was enraged.
Fire engulfed the arena from top to bottom only leavign the sides a bit open. If Gillroy knew this man, he would take it head on. He wouldn't expect a shunpo or dodge. This man was powerful but what would he do when flames were everywhere. This attack was Gillroy's strongest attack besides his ultimate move. But was it enough to even scratch the man? Gillroy liked data and tests. This test was deadly. Gillroy let out a snarl as the hammer stopped producing flames. Black smoke arose from the impact point. Gillroy waited as the smoke cleared.
Karel frowned as he noticed what had happened. In the end, the arrancar had fled for her life, right before swearing revenge upon him. Karel was the type of man to look forward to pointless revenge battles, he would have been happier if he could have killed her in his last attack. Karel's reietsu dropped once again as his zanpaktou reverted back to it's unreleased state, after which he sheathed it, leaving two swords hanging beside each other from his belt. The battle had been very disappointing. Karel's opponent was weakened because of previous battles and the vizard had interrupted them both, he seemed to have a habit of doing that. To make matters worse, Karel didn't even have the chance to go all out like he wanted, and he didn't even manage to get a kill.
Karel watched carefully as Kenpachi and the other arrancar, who was now in ressurecion fought each other. The ground beneath them was torn asunder with the combination of flame and reietsu. Both of them would have made better opponents than the previous woman. Karel continued to stand there, watching as patiently as he could as the giants clashed against each other.
As the battle progressed, karel felt a decent reietsu behind him. He slowly turned around as his golden eyes scanned the horizon for the source of this energy. Finally his gaze rested upon a single boy sitting off in the distance. From what he could tell, this person was a shinigami, or at least that was his guess. It was disappointing that he was a shinigami, if he had been an arrancar then that would have given Karel more of an excuse to kill him, Unohana wouldn't approve of needless slaughter of other shinigami, and Karel didn't want to deal with her again.
He didn't seem strong enough anyway, his reietsu was large, but didn't seem to present enough of a challenge, unless he was suppressing it.
Era didn't know whether to grin or groan. Okay, so the two bozos were just about ready to rip the town apart for their little happy party; one fully transforming, the other removing his reiatsu seal. Like the energy in the air wasn't dense enough already. He'd bet even normal civilians would sense something wrong by now... and if they went any further, there would be hardly a town left for the Shinigami to save.
Still, it was interesting. The grey Arrancar now looked more bull than man. Half of Era was tempted to say 'el tauro! como est?' but he didn't think Gillroy'd appreciate his humor, and neither would he particularly enjoy having six inches of horn in his gut, so he held back, barely. The Minotaur looked like something out of a bad dream, armed with a large sledgehammer to suit. The hooved satyr legs seemed hard-pressed keeping up his weight, but Era was willing to bet, they'd outrun a motor train anytime. It was particularly ironic that the Arrancar should have such a form, when the top Arrancar were dubbed 'Espada', the same weapon oft used by matadors to slay its kind during a bullfight.
But today's matador seemed of a different flavour too. Kenpachi was a joke of the fashion statement altogether, though no one ever told that right to his face, lest they end up in some dark corner, a bloody mess on entrails. A gangster-punk combination, with that pirate eyepatch and a hairful of bells? One had to wonder how long it took to braid that much hair in the morning. Era made it a point to ask him sometime, and scarper the next second. Though, no one would ever accuse him of being sissy; that hardened, bestial look in his eyes, the brittle sharpness of his canines and the all too obvious scar over his face were deterrant enough.
And though Era had seen his fair share of Bankais and Resurrección (okay, only a couple of times) this by far exceeded his expectations. Even from his days back at the Shinigami, Kenpachi had been a legend, the only captain to earn his position by skill and overwhelming power alone. A strength fair enough to match a Bankai, and a reiatsu as potent as the gods themselves; in truth, the man had been something of an idol for Era. Too many Shinigamis relied on their Shikai or Kidou nowadays; their swordsplay had rusted, as Era had learnt during his days outside, having to restart training from scratch to properly etch the proper way to wield a blade into his mind...All in all, Kenpachi was a powerhouse unrivalled by nothing less than the strongest Espada, to Era's best of knwledge. But this Arrancar faring on equal- at least, to Era- terms with thsi war-mongerer? That was unreal. Was he an Espada...? Or had the levels of the Arrancar risen so much in Era's absence...? At this point, it was impossible to tell which of them would come out the victor.
...Then of course, there had been the other Shinigami to back up Kenpachi if he was on the lower end of the food chain, though something told him Kenpachi'd kill him if he intervened. He didn't recognise the man, but from that choking reiatsu emanating from him, and adding into consideration the Bankai he had displayed earlier, he was willing to bet this man was at least a Captain. He didn't recognise his features, though; perhaps a newly appointed one? He really had to get himself updated. How could so many things have changed in the few years he had left the pugilistic world?
And the man now seemed to have taken an interest in him. He was handsome,with eyes of dirty brown and dressed richly, but his eyes were like a feline beast's; icy and utterly vicious. He had let the Arrancar before slip, and didn't seem to be moving on the Vizard, so Era assumed (and hoped) he wasn't feeling very murderous at the moment. Smiling back refreshingly at the long, tawny haired man, he tilited his head to a side and waved him nearer, before patting on the space beside him. Was such an affrontable approach really good? He didn't know, but it'd be better than getting on the Shinigami's bad side, especially if he was a Captain. There didn't seem to be anything much for him to do till the battle between Gillroy and Kenpachi was resolved anyway, and perhaps he'd like to talk. That would work for Era; he needed to re-connect himself with the current ongoings of the world anyways, and what better than a Captain of these times to help him with that?
Post by SatsUlquiorra on Aug 11, 2009 11:54:28 GMT -5
"Its already been ten minutes." Satsu spoke to himself, barely alive. He slowly stood up, still wielding his bankai. His breathing was heavy as he took a few steps toward Gillroy. He let out a large burst of reiatsu, as if to show he was still alive. His hollow mask and any signs of his hollow's reiatsu were gone. His and Hiryu's reiatsu was also out of sync, so anyone could easily tell what strength was coming from him, and what was coming from his Zanpakuto. Although a vast majority of his wounds were healed by Kinoshin, his body was still covered in scratches and blood. "Zenshou." He uttered as his blade absorb some of the reiatsu wich made the air so heavy. "Kinoshin...." He mumbled as he fell to his knees. "Please..." He looked over at Era, he had never seen him before, but had a strange feeling about him.
"Perfect. Perfect. This is perfect. I, the perfect being finnally have a fight on my hands."
"Ha!" Kenpachi laughed, his reiastu surging from a the single sound. "Someone calls themself perfect needs therapy."
And this came from the man who laughed fully while he was being ripped to shreds. However, he count that in at all. He just stood and frowned so slightly. Now that he at full power, there was no way that this fight would last that much longer.
His fun would be over soon.
"Enfurecer, El Toro."
Enough with those cheap tricks. He thought to himself, as his reiastu spiked even higher. From the midst of his aura, a yellow skull of energy appeared and consumed him seemingly right before the fire hit him.
All too soon, before the flames and smoke even had a chance to clear away, they were blown back by an extremely high pulse of reiastu. The captain stood, unscathed with anything more then his old injuries.
"That all you got?" He asked as a smile split across his face. With a ear-splitting laughter, the captain raised his weapon up and swung it down in an arc like motion, releasing a large amount of reiastu and flinging it at the Arrancar.
"Come on!" Kenpachi roared, "I want you to hit me with everything you got!"
Gillroy watched as the burst of reaitsu cut through the smoke like a knife. He stood there with no injuries. Impossible. The attack was a direct hit. The fire should have burned him to crisp. Gillroy snarled. Perfect.
The captain muttered something about therapy for Gillroy. Gillroy sighed. The captain was the one who needed therapy. The crazy bastard wouldn't die. He was insane. A freak. Gillroy glanced to the side to see a new face. A scent that drove Gillroy crazy, one that he smell through the barrier. A vizard. Pathetic. More vizards. When did the soul society become so crazed with vizards, he thought to himself. He put his focus back on the captain. The captain laughed loudly. Gillroy watched as he created a slash of reaitsu. A skull formed.
Gillroy prepared himself for the blow he would take it head on. It was crazy, but Gillroy would try to absorb some of the reiastu in the attack. First, it would weaken the blow a bit. Second, he needed reaistu for his next few attacks. He absorbed reiastu from the surrounding area and used it to enhance his Hierro. He raised his hollow hand and pointed it at the incoming blow.
"Inferar," Gillroy said as intense flames flew out of his finger. The flames made contact with the reiatsu filled strike. The yellow reiatsu strike anihilated the flames. However it did weaken it. The blow hit as Gillroy stepped to the left so the blow would hit his right side and not his heart. A cut ran down from his right shoulder down to his right knee. If he would have stepped any more it would have cut off his arm. The wound burst open and blood sprayed onto the grass which was now redish brown. A mix of blood and fire arose. The blast pushed Gillroy back and his back smashed against his own barrier as blood spew from hsi mouth. Gillroy had absorbed enough reiastu for now. The man was a crazy bastard, for sure.
Gillroy ran his hand down the wound. It was deep and could cause problems in the long run. Gillroy was set on killing fast now. He dashed head up and shoulders down at the captain. Gillroy was heading straight at him. The captain seemed to notice this. His eyes locked with Kenpachi's. dashing at him recklessly Gillroy lowered his horns. He would go staright through Kenpachi, or maybe not. As the captain was about to embrace the attack Gillroy disappeared. This was to make the captain off gaurd. It seemed to work because Gillroy was now behind the captain. He pulled his hammer back and snarled. Laughter isn't is thing. But it was an equivalant. He pushed his hammer into the back of Kenpachi.
"Enfurcer" Gillroy said as flames burst out of the hammer head and engulfed Kenpachi. A shockwave of reiatsu pushed his opponent back. He needed space right now. He absorbed reiatsu from the area. He broke his barrier and the fire circle dimmed. He needed reiastu bad. He coughed into his right hand. More blood. It seemed he was using too much reiastu for his body. His body simpley could not take it so it was killing him from underneath. He was slowly dying internally. He had to end this quick. The attack bought him time. He needed to charge for his next move. An attack.
(OOC: Gillroy can only last a few more posts. Now Gillroy is ranked at high average while kenny is high strong. They are only one tier away. This should not be a slaughter. I'm going to try to make this a good battle/ending. Yes, Gillroy is gonna lose and flee, but I'm going to give him a fighting chance before that. xD)
Karel's expression remained relatively the same as the newcomer invited him closer, but he was actually taken by surprise by the sudden, friendly gesture. Karel glanced back at the raging battle between Kenpachi and Gillroy. Their battle was taking longer than it should have, Kenpachi was obviously prolonging it for his own amusement. That was the difference between the two. Though both had a similar blood lust and need for battle, Karel's only thought in battle was to spill the blood of his opponent, Kenpachi's was to enjoy the battle as much as possible. Karel turned his back on the struggle and shunpo'd to the newcomer. He crossed the distance between them in less than a second, his appearance beside the boy announced by the shifting sound of shunpo.
"......." Karel said nothing as he stared at the boy that he now stood beside. He had nothing to say, he was the one that called him over in the first place. As he waited for the boy to speak, Karel studied the reietsu pattern of him carefully. Though he was hiding it well, there was a hint of hollow-like reietsu present. Karel wasn't surprised, Vizards were more common than ever these days, and sometimes they made strong opponents..........
Era waited for a full minute for the man to size him up before speaking. This guy's Shunpo proved what he already suspected; a Captain, or definitely up to that level, whichever was the case. Slightly noisy enough for the drama effect, just that sizeable amount of dust displaced for that perfect control, and when and where it started and ended, no one could surely tell. The same hint of arrogance, confidence and warning telltale signs of the power of a Captain.
When Era did spoke, it was a voice like that of a young mountain spring. Fresh, bubbling, youthfulness in every meander and purity in his words true. "So... done looking? It's kinda embarassing, hehe." He gushed, rubbing the back of his head in what may seem like a embarrassed gesture.
Something else alerted him of the other presence; a noise, a sound. The other Vizard. He had been crawling on the ground for a while for some time now, and looked worse for the wear. Era looked at him with a clouded expression. The VIzard had power, indeed, and the integrity of a chivalrous knight, but holding back and self-sacrifice had been his downfall. Now, all the strength in the world would make him look no different from a worm. a slight flash, the tiniest disturbance of colour in Era's eyes, covered as they were, showed one word. One single word that echoed as though spoken, felt rather than heard, through the air, as one bright eye bearing too much intelligence and too little humanity- and unstable balance- peeked from under the wraps and folds of the ragged cloth, crimson as if the sun itself burnt dry. Pathetic.
Era returned his attention to the good sir, the Captain Karel. He patted the space beside him once more- a fallen piece of rubble, presumably from somewhere in the earlys of the fight- and smiled with no trace of hostility, even though his eyes remained hidden by the blindfold-like rags. "Please, sit. I mean no harm, and have no reason nor wish to conceal myself... or even what's within me. Suffice it to say that I consumed a Hollow too many, yeah?"
An incoming roar caught his attention, and he nearly jumped when a stream of reiatsu, strong and curdling as a rapid, brushed past him, throwing his hair back. Era smoothed a hand over his old jersey to no effect. Kenpachi and Gillroy were really going at it now, and it was hard to tell which was man and which was animal. There was nothing like this in Era's experience- all the while he had been only exposed to trivial fights, or even where Captains were concerned, battles which only involved in the mass genocide of Hollows like cannon fodder. It turned out this might be a good experience after all; Era' goal to strengthen himself was far from over, even though these years past he had pursued mind over body, to train himself to battle effiiciently rather than waste additional resources like he had wildly did so back then. Personally he though Bull-Gillroy seemed something of a level more efficient... synchronized than the wild Kenpachi. The grace of the bull really shone through. But then again Kenpachi's monstrosity and all-attack strategy was nowhere less deadly. This was the man reputed to be the strongest Swordmaster among the Shinigami, his raw potential far too strong to be ignored, and energy far too much to be considered wasteful even when swinging his blade without aim. Still, it was possible that they would be evenly matched- it all boiled down to who gave out on the other first, though neither showed signs of slowing. Rather, they seemed to be going at each other harder by the second.
Era let out a light laugh, his dark head of hair quivering like reeds in this reiatsu-implemented wind. "So... who do you think would be the first to fall?" He asked of the other captain, waiting for the axe to fall. Sooner or later the Captain would ask his identity, and it was a strange thing that Era of all who had been most aware of ranks and rituals of grace would not introduce himself before a superior, even one that was only once belonged. He had changed, indeed, for better or worse.
Karel stared coldly at the boy as he once again made the friendly gesture for him to sit down. Karel reluctantly sat down on the piece of rubble that the vizard was already sitting on. "It doesn't matter who wins" Karel said in a low voice, answering the boy's question. He wasn't one to form opinions over things, and the majority of the time he was indifferent to anything that didn't concern him or his blade. "As long as one of them survives, I will have a stronger opponent to face afterward"
Karel continued to glare at the warriors as they attempted to cut each other down. Both of them talked to much, what is said to an opponent shouldn't matter when your going to kill them anyway. Karel then turned his attention to the dying vizard on the ground. His selfless sacrifice was the cause of his suffering, he was to emotional and threw to much upon his shoulders. He was strong though, if he learned to use his power more intelligently than he would prove to me a strong opponent.
Karel glanced over to the Vizard sitting beside him. It was unlike Karel to hold a casual conversation like this, with someone he didn't even know. Was he getting soft, was the edge of his sword becoming dull? Karel dispelled such thoughts from his mind. Of course he wasn't, his ability to fight and kill couldn't be measured by his personality. Perhaps he wasn't as murderous as he once was, but that didn't matter. Karel still had the same, single purpose he's always had, to kill.
"Boy" Karel said coldy, his tone was straight forward. "Who are the strongest fighters in the world?"
