[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Galia stood unwavering, relentlessly wanting to devour this invader with his entire being. As he brought his claws up to his snout, he could feel his prey fighting back with all of their might as well, as he lowered his jaws in the direction of the ground, a sound came. It wasn't a crack, like bone; it sounded more like metal screeching, bending to great power. Galia cringes, feeling the pressure of his lower maw. As it creeks and groans, Hibiki releases and exerts more, and causes the steel-like bone in the lower jaw to break, which causes the monster to screech with pain.
Blood spurts from the sides of the beast's face, where the lower half and top half was severed, and he topples over, dropping the Boar headed Shinigami. As if licking his wounds to be ready for another onslaught, the beast's massive body sinks quickly beneath the surface of the sands. Galia could not speak, that Shinigami turned around and somehow managed to find him in the sands before he got his moment to strike… his Reiatsu is concealed while under the earth, but right now he finds himself incapable of revealing himself again to this Shinigami at the moment, giving him an opportunity to recollect as well and escape.
Galia raised his clawed arms up toward his broken jaw and held it with his palm. A lizard-like his escaped his throat when his purple eyes hazed in the underground darkness. His greatest combat asset becomes his downfall, and this made him happy… happy of all things.
"Hahahahaha…. You're fun little piggy."
He found himself still able to talk because well… his snout was his hollow mask, underneath the mask, was a pair of human lips, and a nose barely seeped through the top half of his face. Galia sighed, and looked down while under the sands, so his arms could reach.
"I really didn't want that to happen but oh well. Maybe it's a good thing…"
Suddenly the creature pulled the top half of his mask up and off, a painful situation but this ripping of the mask and shredding of hollow flesh caused energies that exploded the grounds above Galia, a shower of silver and dusty sand coming through. A shockwave of Reiatsu fills the area along with the sounds of a hollow's wail.
The sandy crater that was left behind from the dust, revealed a human shaped being, and a blade, a huge blade the color of bone sticking in the sands. One side had a sharp edge, the other had spikes going down it.
The man climbed his way out of the sands from his waist, disoriented.
"Mmh…"
Fresh scars healing across his lips from Hibiki's damage were licked by a tongue, the man's purple iris stares toward the fleeing Shinigami, before he pulls that huge blade from the sands and puts it on his back. Perhaps that Shinigami wouldn't come back for a while, he thought as he stood back and watched the boar head flee.

As Hibiki disappeared over the sands, Galia scoffed, and lowered himself in the sands again. All that poked out was that spikey head, and the spines that was all that remained of his mask. He was like a smaller sand shark, as he glided through the sands. He'd slowly "surf" his way toward the other energies he'd been feeling… to keep a safe distance and watch. He looked around as he glided in the sands, wondering where that… thing that threw flesh at his prey went. Not that he really cared.

 

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It was now, a formal attack on this rat beast of hell. Aragon traced the blur that was Vincent as it collided with the Togabito. It was at this moment the Reiatsu affect from being so close to the togabito could start being felt. The Senses of Aragon, now further increased by his release went into overdrive with pain. Instantly recognizing this as an outside affect, His body shimmered with a gold light. He grunted and gritted his teeth as the Togabito now, almost planed, collided with the outside barrier of Cero that Aragon himself had planted. He took it, the pain kept coming, and now a heat from his own attack. Yet there was more. Aragon's upper back felt as if he was hit directly, under his Iron skin, under his Dragon Scales. It was as if something struck so violently, it made his body want to contort, to be thrown into the sands below. It was as if taking a direct hit from Vincent and his own maximized attack. Inside this golden light, bones broke and flesh was stripped, yet Aragon held out. He resisted, entering into something further beyond his former appearance. If he hadn't he would of likely been thrown to the ground like a simple hollow. Aragon was now a beast of a humanoid. Segunda Etapa, one of the most powerful forms an Arrancar can attain, was brought out in defense of this nasty attack. His Golden armor cracked and scorched from the Togabito's tricks, was quickly healing. A deep breath escaped Aragon as he looked over the battlefield.

The Togabito was strewn out onto the sands, completely fine. Another tricky bastard. 'The era of warriors that have straight up battles is over for sure. Aragon had quickly thought. ' As he had this thought he could over hear the Togabito on the ground, manic as ever.

”Yeeeessss. It hurttssss, hurts sooooo so so so...Goooood.”
It shouted. The Togabito’s body wrenches and lifts, undamaged, mask completely fine. It's eyes then twist towards Vincent. A power radiating from the being's body that Aragon hadn't felt till now. Making it clear that this thing absorbs its opponent's attacks and then retain's that strength to further power itself up.
”Thaaaank you Vincent. You made me feel such delicious agony. I’ll be sure to grant you all manner of suffering back home to show my appreciation.”
A chain coiling around the God King’s body as the Hell Beast gives some sick form of thanks. The chains rattling ever while the Togabito drift's towards the Gate. Aragon would clench his fist, Launching the remaining orbs, that were hidden in the sand and around Aragon and Max as well. Their target at first, the togabito. Then suddenly a few slip from the main blast and slice into Vincent's unconscious body. Onto the sand it fell, an Arm of the God King. Smoke and concussive force separating the Togabito from Vincent. Aragon would continue to endure any pain he felt as he bombarded the area. The assault continuing and pushing the Togabito through to the Hell gate.
The sand rippling underneath it all, would soon shown several of Aragon's Boca. The Mouths of his Fraccion, Rising from the surface in various sizes, eating the arm of Vincent's body. The blood covered sand, any of it. gnawing and crunching drowned out by the sizzling and cracking of pressure that was Aragon's Segunda Cero. As quickly as they came, they ate what little they could and then disappeared back into the sands, quickly dispersing back into the Catacombs. The contents of their stomach however, instantly falling into a pocket dimension due to the Garganta inside their stomachs. Aragon would quickly end his assault by pushing all that was left towards the Togabito, then focus his energy to increase his high speed regeneration even further. His body was being rippled with pain the entire time, but he ignored it. For this task would be complete even if it cost him his life.
If the blast carried the Togabito through the Gate, it would surely take whatever of Vincent was left. Aragon not caring for the final warning, or what whatever was to be said by the Togabito. Vincent's reign was over. It was time to put a new being on the throne.

 

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He watches, nonchalantly he watches as the God-King collides headfirst with the Sinner and knocks the invader backward with a sickening crunch that echos in the desert air. The meteor that is Vincent sent this hellish being back into the cage of Cero's that had surrounded the Sinner, he is burned and sent further back until crashing into one of the many suspended chains he had summoned. Max still watches, his new comrades are strong, frighteningly so, well not frightening to him he is enjoying the display of strength they are putting on. The orb in his palm spins rapidly, an effect of the spiral that holds it together and that very same Spiral hungers for more power. He continues to watch to see if the thing will arise from such an impact after his body made terribly sickening sounds and while watching his body is assaulted by pain and burning he had never felt before in his long life. This pain drops the Arrancar out of the sky and to the ground, his orb of destruction being condensed further so that it may fit in his now tightly clutched right fist. His left hand opens up and slaps the ground followed by a sudden expulsion of this violent energy that had invaded his body. His body redirects it, spiraling out of his body and into the sands below that open up a massive crater beneath that he falls into.
He rests at the bottom of the crater for but a moment, his Redirección de Hélice (Lit. Helix Redirection) spared him from the pain and burning damage that may have been inflicted upon him. A moment passes and with Sonido he is back to the edge of the crater just in time to witness the Segunda Etapa of Aragon and the severance of Vincent's arm. What was going on? Was Vincent truly just bested by this trick? He was being dragged back into Hell and all Max could do was grit his teeth knowing if he threw this tightly compressed Cero that he may very well kill all of them. Although with his Redirección de Hélice he could survive he may very well be the only one here who could fight this thing head-on and defeat it. Aragon's assault continues launching what was left of Vincent and the thieving Sinner. While Aragon redirected his energy to bolster his High-Speed Regeneration Max simply redirected the ill-effects into the ground.
When the sands hand been crushed and blown away by his Redirección de Hélice the air beneath his feet was next to take on the damage. Concussive like blasts exited the soles of his feet like Bala and slammed into the ground rapidly. All while this was going on he was thinking, thinking of blowing this beast away with the compacted Cero in his fist. No, the Arrancar beside him was a herald from Las Noches if he were to be responsible for his death it would be direct disrespect towards Las Noches itself. He calms his fury and anger while watching the Togabito take the brunt of the Cero traps laid by Aragon. The blast seemed to carry the Sinner back into the gate along with destroying what was left of Vincent. The gates close and vanish from sight. Max had watched as the Togabito arrived, he had watched as his King made the first move against it, he watched the Togabito retaliate with unknown power, and he watched as his King was dragged away all while Aragon struggled to destroy the unconscious ruler. He looked around the cratered mess of a desert and sighed to himself, opening his hand to see a small speck of light, royal purple in color.
"Amigo, do not be upset with me over the fact that I did not help you. If my thoughts on his ability are correct then... Me throwing this thing would have surely killed us."
He cranks his right arm back and hurls the purple speck far as he could launch it. The well-trained eyes of the Arrancar could follow it and watch it vanish over the horizon before...

A flash of purple light and a pillar of royal purple Reiryoku reach up into the sky as if to destroy the very moon itself. Sometime after this, the thunderous roar of power hits their eardrums with a violent torrent of wind to follow. Max watches the explosion, stoic and unphased by what he is seeing as if it were normal to do such a thing.
"Being alone for so long I never had much reason to talk, but... Right now... I am at a loss for words. Our- Your King snatched away so easily... Oh well, he should have been stronger."
Just like that he cheers himself back up and begins walking towards Las Noches, he is eager to explore the new beautiful palace with his own eyes instead of through monitors as he had done so earlier.
"Vamonos Aragon! The strong do not mourn the weak! We still stand and when that cobarde returns we'll be more than ready to crush his skull! Now! To Las Noches we go!"

 

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It was over for now, The hell gates slid shut and their reiatsu vanished with them.
Aragon looked over the desert, as the wind skidded loose sand over the fresh crevasses made by their powerful display. The obsidian glass formed by Aragon's reiatsu started to shimmer and crack as it fizzled out. His body shimmering in that same gold light as it shrunk down, decompressing into himself. He was now in his sealed state once more.
"Amigo, do not be upset with me over the fact that I did not help you. If my thoughts on his ability are correct then... Me throwing this thing would have surely killed us."
Max would then rear back his arm and fling the small compressed cero out as far as he could. Aragon traced it's movement as it flew with a fine weight. Aragon followed it until it sunk beyond the horizon. A flash of purple light, then a deeper royal purple would mushroom in a massive explosion. A second of silence was destroyed by a thunderous roar, the soft breeze was turned into a torrential gust sending the remnants of Aragon's obsidian flying off into the distance, shattering and becoming so fine it merged with the sands. Both he and Aragon watched the display in silence.
Aragon looks to Max as he is about to speak, suddenly Max makes the first move.
"Being alone for so long I never had much reason to talk, but... Right now... I am at a loss for words. Our- Your King snatched away so easily... Oh well, he should have been stronger."
Just like that, Max is back to normal. Aragon does nothing but smirk. He is the one that stays silent. Max starts to move towards the Palace of Las Noches, the very one Aragon created some time ago. Aragon hadn't been by it in so long, he had started to wonder now, at what was going on inside it. It was much bigger than the last Las Noches no doubt creatures would have taken to its shelter by now.
"Vamonos Aragon! The strong do not mourn the weak! We still stand and when that cobarde returns we'll be more than ready to crush his skull! Now! To Las Noches we go!"
Max was right, young but correct. Aragon would rest his hand on his chin as they walked. His smirk never once fading from his face. " You are correct Max, but do not think we have saw the last of those beings. They are entangled in our history. Their fate intertwined with ours. It leads me to wonder, what do you know of the Quincy." A seed to be planted, Max seemed to enjoy knowledge and new information. Aragon wondered if this being had the capacity of strength and intelligence to get true revenge.
Aragon continued walking with max until they could see the palace peaking over the horizon. He would slow his walk and then stop, crossing his hands over his chest. "Max hold on a sec" Aragon would squint, his glasses glared over by the now bright Las Noches sun burning over them. Aragon would touch the air, a small black portal opening. Aragon would reach in and then pull out Vincent's arm, well most of it any way. There were missing fingers and a portion of the elbow was gone. Aragon handed the arm directly to Max after pulling it from the Garganta. The portal closing as he did so.
" Here, eat this. " Aragon would then take a look around to make sure they weren't being watched.
" Consider you my prospect for the new God King. " Aragon would then smirk once more at Max before continuing to walk towards Las Noches.

 

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Sliding through the sands, the power of a freshly born Arrancar was still new to Galia. He stopped moving toward Los Noches momentarily to sink into the sands and try these powers out, like a kid with a new toy. A crazy smile stretched across his face as he fired once from his hand, a giant spike that darted out of the sands, and into the skies, so fast it breaks the sound barrier and flies off, never to be seen again. He laughs gleefully then fires another off, this time from his foot, and made the spike curve by kicking while under the sands. That one was even faster. He'd laugh again before pushing several of those spikes from his back, and allowing them to protrude from it as a sort of sail, giving him better maneuverability under the earth.
He leapt from the sands and shot 15 meters in the air, still grinning ear to ear as his body skyrocketed back to the ground. Oh; it felt so magical, like he could fly. He wasn't carrying around so much body weight anymore, it felt slightly like his soul had been lifted. He felt free, and he hadn't felt that way in a long time. He dove back into the sands of the desert, and continued on his path to Los Noches.
He couldn't help but wonder, just what the other Arrancar were like… he had a bit of a clue, when he felt a sudden burst of energy coming from behind, in the direction he'd come from. He turned his head, then his body followed as if he was in water; his eyes widened to the sheer power of an attack he thought no doubt would have come from one of the other Arrancar in Hueco Mundo… his pupils went from dark purple to bright, as soon as the blast went off. His ears pinned back a little bit as the first shockwave of power hit, he closed his eyes as it blasted past, the he gasped and buried his head under the sands before that second shockwave picked up all of his cover, and himself. It flung him some 20 meters before he found himself falling back down from the sky. He took a nose dive right back into the sands. He found himself closer to Los Noches, but a bit shaken up, and cautious now; not curious; as to which Arrancar actually threw something like that, and if piggy-boy was alright out there, or dead. He kinda hoped piggy-boy wasn't dead… he wanted to challenge him again later; but if he was, oh well…that is life in Hueco Mundo. Galia proceeded toward the gates of Los Noches, but stayed underground in case anything he hadn't sensed would come for him and attack for just being in the vicinity of the place.