[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Oh Hibiki had something in store for the beast when he reeled his maw back to chuckle. Hibiki didn’t waste any time at all as he saw his opening. The beast exposed its neck just as it tilted its head back to laugh and with that Hibiki was on top of him without a moment of hesitation. A culmination of both zanjutsu and hoho as a wealth of speed erupted from his legs. A single step with both hands placed firmly on the hilt of his zanpakuto. If there was something the shinigami prided themselves on it was the culmination of knowledge from hundreds of years worth of knowledge in the practice of swordsmanship. As it stood hibiki may have fancied himself as a boxer in most cases but he was still among one of the gotei 13’s most well versed swordsmen. Which meant his skill with the blade was something to be marveled at as he closed the gap on the beast. Given the length of his blade and the speed at which he travelled he didn’t need to move very far at all. The speed in which his blade traveled was proportional to his hoho meaning that it came like the bite of a guillotine, swift and unimpeded by the flow of air. His laughter would’ve been cut short not by his own design but by the bite of Hibiki’s blade on his exposed neck. Even if he had managed to snap it shut and release an inkling of his reiatsu he could find Hibiki’s exploding with nearly equal force to protect his being.
Had these two met each other with their own cataclysms of force it would likely leave the two of them either standing face to face or separated a considerable distance. The only thing that kept Hibiki from simply being eradicated by the potential explosion was his body's uncanny ability to react unintentionally, his sixth sense if you will. It was something that made him such a formidable combatant amidst his peers within seireitei. Had this beast managed to protect his throat and been standing before Hibiki he could find that the boar he sought to test was still standing in his presence with those luminescent yellow eyes still staring right back at him. While the latter was likely to be the case Hibiki didn’t respond with a name but only that same intense stare and a few words to compliment it.

“Come now, you didn’t think it would be that easy did you!?”
The world around them would likely crumble with the quartz like substance that made up the trees of Hueco Mundo raining down around them. However in the end Hibiki would be relatively unphased by the explosive nature of the beast reiatsu looking a little worse for wear with the boar head he wore slightly more damaged than before. Hibiki had every intention of going toe to toe with this beast without even relinquishing his shikai. He felt as if his skills with a simple blade were more than enough. If a single shinigami that came centuries before him could survive without one why would he need to go that far just yet. He could only hope the four legged beast that resided before him was up to snuff. His arrival in Hueco Mundo was already turning out to be a rather exciting so far and was certainly worth the risk if he had to say so himself. Should the beast continue with his line of thinking and acting Hibiki would’ve been more than ready to continue the fight, poised with blade in hand.

 

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This boar was something else, as honorable and polite as Max was trying to be this Boar was trying to be equally as rude and disrespectful. Max truly enjoyed the humor in what the boar said to him, his laugh wasn't one of spite, arrogance, or even ridicule he truly found it funny. Sadly, the boar capitalized on Max's honesty and struck out at him with every intent to remove his head as he laughed. Laughing his head off would have been a very pathetic way to go for Max but he still would have found the humor in even that. Such an event will not come to pass as this boar acted quite animalistic it paled in comparison to the real thing, compared to a being who has to sleep with one eye or even both eyes open, looking over their shoulder for a predator that stalks them and ready to respond to any foreign sensation that greets their hide. The "bite" of the boar's blade was reduced to but a nibble, no calling it a nibble would be rude and disrespectful to the boar as the blade did draw blood so perhaps calling it a tasting would be better suited to what just transpired. The bloodlust and violence in the attack were felt long before it reached him, however, the speed at which the boar moved caught Max by surprise as he reeled back on his hind legs while the blade tastes his throat and blood. Flowing with this sudden reeling was a combination of his explosive Reiatsu that was met with equal force by the boar's own Reiatsu and that is when Max felt it.
To say Max didn't know what the Boar was would be a lie, Max knows well that only Arrancar carry a Zanpakuto NOT Vasto Lorde. To think that he would find a Shinigami in the Forest of Menos would be outrageous and so he feigned ignorance and called out to the boar addressing him as a Vasto Lorde. But that Reiatsu just now confirmed it, shattering his feigned ignorance and setting him back into the seat of reality. A Shinigami has truly arrived here in Hueco Mundo, the last time he heard of this was when Kouka (劫火, “World-destroying Flame”) arrived and halved their population. For another Shinigami to show up is strange, however, thoughts beyond that did not form Max is not one to speculate he only exists to become strong and to serve the God-King... or... perhaps... Become the God-King himself? Even these thoughts do not formulate as distance had been placed between the two as both explosions pushing against one another pushed their physical bodies away from one another as well.
“Come now, you didn’t think it would be that easy did you!?”
Of course not, Max would have been livid if it were that easy but the Hollow does not respond. He tried to give courtesy to the warrior by telling him his name, he even gave a genuine laugh to his observation about them being in the Forest of Menos only to be met with a blade at his throat. To kill a worthy opponent and not know his name would only sour the fun, to die to a worthy opponent, and not know his name would sour the death. This Shinigami has made it clear that he does not care for such things and so Max will forego the formalities and go straight for battle. The wound on his neck had long since closed and along with that traces of his Reiryoku drift and float around him slowly, steadily moving outward from his being. He takes a step forward those traces move forward with him by a single step, another hoof moves forward and the traces move forward with it. His maw opens slightly with a bright purple light shining from his mouth that curls up and out of his mouth spiraling around his singular horn. More steps are made until he reaches a full gallop, his mouth ablaze with purple light his horn swirling with that same light, he then takes to the air! A downward assault, an aerial Cero? No, he bounces off the air to his right using Reishi footholds a single time and... vanishes, his trace completely vanishes. Even if a Captain were present they wouldn't be able to sense him, it would be as if he vanished from Hueco Mundo entirely so where did he go? What happened? These are questions that the boar may ponder but they are quickly answered as the horn of the Adjuchas plunges through the sternum of this boar headed Shinigami and out through his back.
Max reels his head upward to lift the skewered Shinigami up into the air and as he reels his head up reality warps and tears around him. Reality warping? Could it be his power? Well yes and no, no as in it is not his natural ability but yes as it is a universal ability shared by all Hollow know as the Garganta. When Max jumped into the air he created a spectacle of himself with the light and the jumping only to open a Garganta at an angle the boar wouldn't be able to see and thus allowing him to vanish into thin air. This does not explain the tear in reality as the boar should have seen the Garganta open, well, in a sense, a Garganta was still used a variation of it. Kūmon (空門, Air Gate; Viz "Sky Ridge") a variation of the Garganta used by Gillian class Hollow, most notably used by Menos Grande. Menos Grande quite literally tear a hole between Hueco Mundo and the Human would when they enter it, that particular usage of a Garganta is what is known as Kūmon. While this is an unrefined and savage method used by Hollow of low intelligence it stands to reason that Hollow with a higher level of intelligence can still use this technique as well, such as what Max had just done. Vanishing from sight there was no possible way to track him then, whilst in the Dangai, he tore a hole through it back into Hueco Mundo and at the same time tore a hole through the boar as well.
Wasting no time, once he had impaled the boar headed Shinigami he unleashes a spiraling Cero from his horn to blow everything in the Shinigami's chest cavity out his back. Maximiliano, at this moment, is quite furious.

 

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Marco's interruption was met with near equal confusion, though swiftly his obtuse behavior was ignored. The God-King preferred to observe the hollows of the sand, so quick to attack. So quick to search for power. To learn and evolve. Even now he could see these beasts actions as nothing more than act of evolution and self-preservation. Was their any hate behind his actions? Or was it all a primal drive. A need...
He wondered for a moment if it had to be this way. What if there was a more, proficient, and sure-fire way to evolve beyond the spiritual shackled placed upon many a hollow by fate. That small unexplained piece that separated the Gillian from the adjuchas. The adjuchas from the Vasto Lorde and the Vasto Lorde from the Arrancar. What if there was a way to blur these lines, to close, to some degree, even a minor distance in this gap. Maybe...just maybe...
That power lied within Vincent's very being.
What Vincent saw there before him, drowned in darkness, was not food. It was not a threat. It was like a child. Something to nourish. Something to build up. All for the sake of destruction. He saw no need to move, even as the winged beast called forth energy into its being, growing in strength exponentially. He idled even when numerous waves of energy began to escape him, Each round bashing against Vincent's body almost undisturbed. His arms remained crossed, and the king, understanding what it is he is dealing with, steps forward.
With each step, another wave hits him. The glow within his bone like instruments begins to brighten moment by moment. He does not flinch or shift his gaze, yet the glow of destruction increases with each passing moment. What would occur with continued exposure? Even Vincent did not know, yet still, he closed the gap evermore, unafraid of disturbed by what he was, what was occurring. After a few seconds, he arrives just 7 or so feet from the creature, at eye level.
"Well...?" he questions, his head cocking slightly to the right. From this close, the sudden weight of his reiatsu upon this creature would be felt. There was this feeling, that the sky had collapsed, a heaviness undescribable descended upon this creature, even as his energy continuously bombarded vincents vessel. The sand began to vibrate, as this staring contest continued. He sought first to understand, rather than act. His supposed inaction did not inherently mean, lacking in any. For the weight of destruction was not easily ignored, rather such intimidation would inevitably creep into the mind of the beast. Soon enough, destruction would do the same.
What would occur? Would the now Silent Marcos share in Vincent's fate? Or even the beast? would he continue to ramble on incoherently? One could not say for sure.
Not with that one...no..

 

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Hibik couldn’t help but smirk under that hollowed out boar mask as the bite of his blade met with the beast's neck. However just as quickly as he left a brief wound was just as quickly as the tables turned. However they wouldn’t turn in favor of the beast but instead they turned in Hibiki’s favor. Perhaps forgot this was an up close and personal encounter or maybe he just neglected the idea of it as a whole. In the midst of it all, Hibiki wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. When his blade but into the horse's flesh the latter could find a hand missing from hibiki’s blade.this was done the very moment their related met as well as when the beast reeled back to lessen the bite of his blade. The beast could find that the distance between them wasn’t going to be much to cover for someone like Hibiki let alone any shinigami with an ounce of skill in hoho. There was no safety in distance and this beast would come to find out just what little safety it provided. His breathing paced and that steam escaped from the nostrils of the boar head once more Hibiki’s physique was bolstered. The flow of oxygen in his body expedited and in turn allowed him to increase the speed in which he moved beyond the simple idea of hoho. This was natural speed merely enhanced by hoho.
Hibiki in turn arrived on top of Max before he could even get more than two steps into his stride. This was no fight in the ring or some battle between knights. This was a matter of life and death between two spiritual beings. Max may have thought hibiki rude for not delivering his name upon his ears but there was more to combat than happy greetings. When Hibiki arrived at the point of confrontation with Max the latter could find Hibiki’s blade as well as his body poised. His blade poised to strike with a similar intensity as before. However what this beast thought was bloodlust was nothing more than pure excitement and bliss. While yes he was a shinigami he didn’t harbor the same kind of hatred as most did. In fact Hibik could respect the combative nature of the species always looking for their next meal or even the next brawl. His voice called out to the beast upon his arrival seeking to return the favor of delivering his name
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“Hibiki Maeda. Pleasures mine!”
This beast seemingly lacked this kind of speed or simply didn’t grasp the level of speed Hibiki called his own. This beast's slow gallop to attempt an escape was eclipsed by what Hibiki had to offer meaning those two steps would be met by the swipe of his lengthy blade. Swift and agile, despite its length the beast could find the blade aimed to strike at his front legs yet it seemed to run a course bound for more than just the legs. His excitement for the battle simply led from one thing to another. The dwindling of Hibiki’s delusion to be the greatest boxer within the seireitei led to more than just simply the expansion of his zanpakuto. It led to a moment of self discovery, a moment of pure primal being and most importantly the expansion of his reiatsu. It became finite chiseled to a point, several points in fact as he channeled his essence into the blade just the same as someone forming a bond with an asauchi. However this flow was quick to the point that it seemed to fluctuate in a manner akin to a chainsaw. The bite of his blade was different from before it wasn’t merely cold steel seeking to meet pale flesh. Hibiki’s zanpakuto was now clad in his reiatsu yet it was seeking to rip and tear. This wasn’t bloodlust but instead it was his reiatsu influencing his weapon just as much as his weapon influenced him. A bond between blade and man, something every shinigami prided themselves on. It ripped through the air and as it grew close Hibiki’s reiatsu would flow from the blade as if he were flicking blood onto the beast's body. However had he hoped his sturdy flesh would protect him, he was going to be in for quite the treat. This sudden fluctuation was aimed to do nothing more than saw through flesh and bone.
Even in the event that the beast would try to impede this strike by some means of his own, Hibiki's body would be poised and ready to respond with a heavy reaction. His agile behaviors in the boxing ring seamlessly transitioned over to his blade without issue as he was first and foremost a member of the 11th division and if it was something they prided themselves on it was melee combat as a whole. It was almost like hibiki was ready to change the path of his blade at a moment's notice.

 

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“Hibiki Maeda. Pleasures mine!”
At last, a name. Max shall remember this name, the name of the one Shinigami who gave him his final grand challenge. The Shinigami was fast, this must be that Shunpo they use as it's speed can outpace the majority of all Hollows save for the Vasto Lorde and Arrancar who have Sonido at their disposal. But if speed was all this Shinigami had he would be in for a rude awakening, well, the awakening is upon him. From the moment he was born he has known nothing but battle, nothing but fighting for his life to survive, and perhaps these things weren't much of a struggle for him as he has always known strength but the knowledge gained from these battles has helped reinforce his strength. Now is the moment for a portion of that knowledge to come into play.
Don't let me be misunderstood (Lyrical)
The blade comes in low, aimed at his legs, perhaps he thought he could catch him midstride, perhaps he thought he couldn't comprehend his speed, or perhaps this Shinigami thought he had Max beaten with this maneuver. The stride, a bluff, the charging Cero in his mouth, a distraction. To think that Max would so ignorantly charge his foe without self-preservation in mind would be a foolish thought. All he knows is self-preservation! Through his strength and knowledge, he has maintained himself. The blade sweeps in and the Adjuchas leaps and fires his Cero from his gaping maw at Hibiki scorching him and disrupting the swing of his blade! Max does not miss a beat as he is leaping into the air and into a Garganta. His original plan still comes to fruition regardless of how the Shinigami may react as he impales Hibiki through his chest with the deceptive use of Kūmon and once impaled he uses his Cero that had been building around his horn to vaporize all the organs that reside in his chest cavity. To react naturally to hostile elements is a skill learned by Shinigami, for Hollow it is instinct and when instinct is put to the test daily it becomes something far more dangerous than anything that can be learned.
"Hibiki Maeda... Mi amigo... (my friend) Thank you for giving me one last spectacular battle before my ascensión to Las Noches. I shall tell no one about your existence here, as a fellow warrior that will be my parting gift my, pago de respetos, (paying of respects) to you."
He drops the body onto the floor, he will not parade it around, he will not devour it. No, he leaps back from it, charges a Cero, and vaporizes the corpse erasing the proof and evidence that this Shinigami was ever here in Hueco Mundo. Hibiki could have gotten lost while chasing a Hollow and ended up here or he could have come here to spy but regardless of the reason, he will now live forever in the mind of Maximiliano Zacarías. The steed takes a look at his surroundings, the battlefield that had been created by the two warriors. He then looks up, it is about time he returns to the surface and continues his journey to Las Noches. He breaks into a full gallop, racing towards a "tree" that was not felled by the battle and ascends it with little difficulty.
Menos forest -------> Surface of Hueco Mundo