[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

[Gin]

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Winds used to track the scent of anyone she is in search of, to make sound come from a different direction, to augment her movement, even mask her presence as it becomes flooded with her reiryoku, Elliora's application of the manipulation of wind never fails to surprise those around her. Finding even the smallest crack in one's armor to achieve results as they lower their guard believing it is nothing more than a breeze of air, in this time, rather than repel someone, she shoves them forward.

Any movement Maximiliano and his spirals did within the domain of her rampaging winds, she felt it. Every blink, every twitch, even the shift of his eyes. So while he sought to track her through sensing to anticipate her next move, as he finally finds her at his side and he begins lean back out of the way of her cero, the winds around them force him back up to her, the woman's bladed hand drawn back, denying his attempt to dodge her assault. Her other blade stabs into his side, the red hot blade easily piercing through the hierro and skin, between his ribs to anchor him in place long enough for the cero fired from her hip to detonate directly against his abdomen, leaving a gaping hole on his side. His blood and intestines rain down to the ground while his raised arm releases the hype accelerated bala behind her, only singing away the ends of the woman's long untied hair as it moves wildly in the wind and momentarily deafening her in it's passing before her own high speed regenerative powers heal the damage.

"Very good, you are doing well. You even managed to injure me, not a feat many can claim. Although, is that the limit to your strength? Once all avenues of attack are cut off what else do you have to offer? Hm? Can you injure me again?"

She descends to the ground alongside him and his mangled body, the blade between his two ribs twisting and churning inside him as the explosion of his augmented bala detonates safely in the sky, only the scent of his guts, blood, and her charred hair is smelled in the air. She inches closer as her hand begins to draw the blade from inside him, turning it from side to side cutting and cauterizing any inner damage as it is sustained. The scent of searing flesh surrounds the two as she begins to hover slightly above him, and the witch places her lips whisper softly into his ear.

"Me daria gran placer lastimarte todo lo que quieras, mi rey." ○

She tempts fate, remaining so close to a dangerous monster as she taunts him with her words, giving him exactly as he asks for, and more as her foot descends to place itself over the gaping hole in his side to launch her body upwards in a blast of sonido, this time opting to use the booming explosion of sound to further expand the gaping damage as the wind tunnels through at his side, shredding away at the exposed flesh while she ascends to her skies once again, the blades at each side of her while the godking becomes little more than a speck on the ground beneath her.

"Show me why should remain king, Maximiliano!"

Elliora's words ring through the expanse of Hueco Mundo, urging him to use more of his power, just as he urged her to showcase her own. She was certain that alone would not put an end to him, but the crazed creature desires to see more, to feel more, to hurt more with each passing second. Surely, the man had more to show her than a mere bala, again, she wants to feel the very reiatsu that easily broke away her hierro the moment she approached him from behind. She wants to feel the pleasure of pain inflicted throughout her body. The partial deafness from her ruptured eardrums was simply not enough to satisfy her, perhaps if she had felt the bala pierce her body. He would have to try harder against Elliora's trickery.

 

[DioNaraka]

The God King Fights!

Maximiliano has the weakest regeneration among the Arrancar, regrowing a whole limb takes him through each layer one at a time. First the nerves, then bone, then muscle, cartilage, and finally the skin. It is a lengthy process and does not work well during battle. He even must focus on specific parts of his body when he heals, if both arms were to be removed he must focus on either the left or right inorder to heal them, he cannot heal both at the same time. However, if this is the case then where is all that extra energy being routed to? Being an Arrancar is a give and take game, when one evolves that must either choose more power or their healing factor and Max chose power. Having a near infinite pool of it to work with along with the Egg that he can tap into to bolster it. However, he will not need the extra power of the Egg in this fight because Elliora overlooks all of this.

As small as she is with her control over the very winds it is like fighting a giant, being pulled and thrown without so much as an indication of movement from the woman. Then there are those flames, flames that can scorch the insides of the pale Arrancar but only serve to dirty his skin with black marks. Combining this flame with her blade she believes she has a tool capable of piercing his skin, this is where the overlooking begins. Using his potent Reiryoku, Max's Hierro is nigh indestructible, holding up even against the brute Kassius when their punches collide. She boasts no strength near that beast and as such when her blade connects it sparks and nothing more. Without an anchor to hold him in place Max once again moves out of the way to avoid the Cero through the use of his spiral generation, forcing the air to spiral around him and using it to move hismelf. Elliora should have released her Zanpakuto if she wanted to contend against Max in a more lethal way, fighting against him in her sealed state is brave but ultimately useless.

”Enough.”

He speaks in an abrupt and commanding tone as her Cero is flying past him with his Reiatsu beginning to flare up and spiral around him with smaller spirals breaking off and orbiting around. Within the same moment of his Reiatsu spiking he grabs the arm, the very one she tried to stab him with, using his right hand and wastes no time spiraling it out of existence. He reaches out for her throat with his left and as he does this she would feel a slight pull, the pull of his spiral. He does not commit to grabbing her but the looming effect of the spiral remains, like a bear trap ready to snap shut in a moment's notice.

”What is a king to a God? Serve me as an Espada or die, there are no other choices left for you.”

Maximiliano condemns weakness, however when someone, or something, truly strong appears before him he must obtain them and should they refuse then he’ll scatter them to the wind. The strong must stand with the strong, if the strong stand with the weak then they shall become weak in turn. In his own twisted way Max believes he is saving the strong from such a fate. The strong must become stronger and if the weak are worth a damn then in time they too can become strong, but they must continue to climb. Elliora is dancing with danger in the worst way, if she attempts to drag this fight out any longer her death will become certain.

 

[Gin]

This interaction between the two tells the woman more than any words would ever say to her. After her assault in her miniature form, he diverts his power to his hierro, augmenting it. He consistently dodges her advances. If he truly thought of her as weak, he had not gone to such lengths to bolster his defenses against her. Her attacks are nothing like the brute she transformed on a whim, she has the ability to pierce it, a stark difference from desiring to crush it as Kassius intended, instead she opts to still her blade as the lethally sharp tip grazes the monstrous man's hierro. It's clear she's now deemed a danger. He maneuvers out of the way of her point blank cero causing it to continue in it's trajectory.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The Crow's cero strikes the ground, causing it to crack and budge underneath the immense power of the explosion, resulting a titanic cloud of sand to burst into the air. Once the grains of crushed bone finally settle, a large circular opening is revealed, exposing a new passage from the plane of Las Noches to the forest down below. The sand funnels down into this gaping hole in the ground, as the cero continues, obliterating anything in it's path as it picks up speed in it's own rotation, drilling through anything it's way, an augmentation added after if goes beyond Maximiliano, to prevent him simply spiraling it out of existence.

"Enough."

The difference in the tone of voice is immediately obvious to her, whilst he releases his reiatsu against Elliora. Her hierro, quite possibly the weakest amongst the arrancar, cracks then reconstructs itself immediately under the strain, while her face is plastered with an intoxicated smile. There it finally is. What she has been wanting to see, his ruthlessness, the aggression festering beneath the surface as she presses forward. Her winds alter as she beings breathing heavily; excitedly, as if though she is completely in his mercy while he takes hold of her wrist. She releases the blades, but they do not plummet to the ground, they remain in orbit around her, even as he releases a spiral in an attempt to destroy her thin arm. But while he is one to focus his energy in power, the immortal wench's choice is in augmenting her regenerative prowess. Her restoration, exponentially faster than in her child form, heals her arm once again, forcing her own spiritual pressure to exude from her to blast away his spiral before it goes beyond her arm.

"What is a king to a God? Serve me as an Espada or die, there are no other choices left for you."

Even in the face of death as he gestures towards her neck, threatening her with her demise if she doesn't make the correct choice. Elliora does not blink, she does not falter. There isn't a single shred of hesitation in her actions as the lunatic flies closer to his extended hand, a broad smile in her face.
Her brown eyes lock with his as she speaks her answer.

"It will bring me great pleasure to use my blades to spill the blood of our enemies."

 

[DioNaraka]

Max stares at the small woman in a confused silence, her behavior is not something a sane person would exhibit when exposed to his Reiatsu. Furthermore the fact she flew closer to his grasp was also an act of insanity, all of these Arrancar are truly unhinged and deranged in one way or another. These strange acts culminate in her finally standing down and accepting to follow him.

”It will bring me great pleasure to use my blades to spill the blood of our enemies."

Max could only sigh as he lowered his hand away from her neck, his Reiatsu vanishing from the area. He wasn’t just disappointed it was more so that she was a handful to deal with, mentally. But that aside he has acquired another Espada to add to his ranks and that progresses his plans even further. He turns away from her and looks towards Las Noches.

”A meeting is to be held soon, come to the meeting room and take any unoccupied seat of your choosing. The rest of the Espada will be there and we will be discussing the future.”

Without so much as a goodbye he vanishes via Sonido reappearing at the location of another battle that had recently ended. He stands beside the unconscious Elliseo, he looks around, sensing trace amounts of Helliodoro’s Reiatsu then glances back to Elliseo and chuckles.

”You really managed to survive against him? That is impressive, Amigo.”

He picks the man up and tosses him over his shoulder, it was as if the Arrancar weighed nothing to the man.

”From this day forward you shall be the Tres Espada. I’ll be expecting great things from you, Superviviente del Sol.” Lit. Sun Survivor

Max takes a single step and his booming Sonido removes him from the location. Wanting no more delays he moves straight towards the meeting room, placing the unconscious Elliseo in the Tres Espada seat. As he moves to his seat his personal Millian, Primo, seemingly falls from above and lands in his hair. It speaks in some incoherent language that Max and the others can understand somehow, while it speaks Max takes his seat, leaning back against the chair, elbow on the arm rest and head in hand.

”Are you sure that will be enough? I hear it is a rather large place, that Soul Society.”

The Millian continues to speak, whatever it is saying needs no response from Max as he sits and waits for the rest of his Espada to gather. His mood seems to have deteriorated for some reason as his eyes shift upward towards the ceiling then look forward towards the doors. He finally figured out what was off and he hopes someone has an explanation for it.

 

[Itami]

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Ignoring the events below, Grimaldi sat upon the false sun, shifting with it as it spun slowly, its ever gleaming eye rotating and viewing the world below it. He would feel a disconnection from his third brother, the meaning of failure. Grimaldi would sigh at this, Grimaldi had been paying little mind to the brother he had split from and sent out to the living world, but still felt everything he did, as well as keep away from any stray cero that would find themself too close to the Cerberus as he awaited his brothers return.
" hnn... Disappointing. "

Would be the only words that left his mouth before he slid backward off the sun and plummeted towards Las Noches. He did this for the only reason of sensing Max's reiatsu enter the castle. Which only meant one thing.

" The Arrancar Assemble. "

He would utilize Sonido and vanish for a second only to enter the meeting room behind The God-King's throne. Wafting a hand over his body, his garments would return to him, Grimaldi would then walk from and around the chair to stand next to Max. He would nod over to the God-king with a low bow before lowering and sitting upon a reshi platform he created underneath him.

A small clap before he would ask The God-King; " Busy work week
Mi Dios Rey (My God King)" a small canine-like chuckle, like that of a hyena would echo over the room before Grimaldi fell silent and waited for the meeting to begin.

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