He never chooses to get entirely violent, nor involve himself in the trivial situations and quarrels of those around him. He only feels to do what he would like at all given times. More often than not, sit on the fence between chaos and order only leaning to one side when it would suit his pursuits and aspirations. Could you call this a level of selfishness or complete blatant self interest in one's own personal survival? Usually he would allow others to decide for him but for the first time in a while Abraam took matters into his own hands to formally teach a lesson to wet dogs when they bark at the rain and wonder why they get wet. The green floating jewel that gathered its strength and increased in size, ferocity and power was able to tear down any that would meet it in its line of fire. Once let loose it had the destructive capabilities to rend and vaporise any and all who came into contact with it, a dangerous javelin to throw to say the least. Upon being flashed, the green jewel would vanish from the sheer weight of the permeating reiatsu that surrounded the interior of the castle, the weight of it would soon bear down on any and all unable to withstand the velocity that came with it. Gravity itself would be slightly altered and increased to weigh down those not strong enough to withstand such ominous and subjective power.
Too bad the lizard was none of those aforementioned things. Once he sensed the strength of his cero deplete, Abraam redirected and redistributed the accumulated power back into himself to augment his Hierro and other spiritual abilities while also pulsating his own wave of reiatsu outward and would allow it to foul and permeate through the room and the inhabitants of their shared surroundings. Soothing waves of relaxation would come over those who found themselves to be in a high pressure situation, slowly working its way into the insides of their soul, caressing the deepest part of the happiness all Hollows innately crave and drawing it out as a distraction from the perils that befell Las Noches. Almost in the same instance, the floor below the larger area of the meeting hall collapsed and would take any and all who fell below into the dark pit of despair. Some fell in, others controlled themselves as they made their descent. Abraam in particular was far enough away from the hall so that his own body was never at risk of being sucked into the pit. He watched as the events unfolded, unbothered by the outcome of his previous attack. Protected by his own powerful reiryoku from the absurdities that were around him, he continued to allow his Aspect of Indifference take hold deep down into the pit to contend with the already present and potent energies that lay below. His body at this point would now be revealed to those who could see him. His long white jacket kissing the floors and revealing his chiseled physique and piercing yellow eyes. The Quinto Espada was now entirely present.
He would step slightly closer towards the edge of the open orifice to find that major developments had already taken place, the winds itself began to pick up and this was nothing that he was fearful of seeing as he knew who the wind
truly belonged to. Avoiding eye contact with his mistress, he would scan the others and see that quite as few had allowed themself to descend down to the bottom to take part in battle, this was evident from the raucous display between the False one and the Prospect. The battle had a level of irony to it, a Usurper getting Usurped right in the middle of his plan being hatched, he would have to take this into account going forward as even his place of Fifth can be taken just as easily.
The wet dog- no. He decided to re-name the skunk headed arrancar, as he acted not in a canine manner but a bouncing bass fish trying to avoid the perils of the fall by swimming through the rubble that was around him, a unique power indeed but one that would make the Lizard fairly curious. While within a solid, that bore no connection to the structure itself...what would happen if he were to be destroyed while inside of this solid? A perplexing question indeed, would death ensue the same way or would he be boundlessly trapped in a dimension without any means of returning to the realm he once dwelled. He charged reiatsu within his eyes and carefully followed line of travel the bass would use to make his escape, upon his exit from one solid and slipping into another, He released a powerfully charged miniature
cero from his lens, with green energy building from the outer area of his sclerae and then being emitted from the very epicentre of his pupil in a sharp fashion, travelling quickly and with keen accuracy. Its size was that of a marble. To anyone else who hadn’t eyed it properly it would look like a small green light depending on the closeness. From afar it would look like shining debris. He would fire five more in the same vicinity of travel as the skunk-headed fish leaving him at the mercy of six small but powerful cero that would blow off limbs and any other connected appendages upon contact with any surface. Surely even to destroy the large solid boulders that he wishes to take refuge in, he would eventually have his answer. Three were aimed at solids while the others sailed in the blindspots in between the debris ready to take him by surprise.
The winds would also pick up intently in another area of the darkness, as a tornado of red seemed to churn and create an unsightly scene, Abraam looked over with a blank stare and wondered who was sorry enough to allow Elliora’s disposition get the better of them. She is a
monster. He would soon wait for the rain of red to fall and stain everyone's attires. Another gust of elements took place, this time attracting those into the pit. Surely from one of the other Arrancar had also decided to join the fray looking for what would seem to be a rather filling meal. He had little intentions being on anyone’s menu this day or any day for that matter. Taking the same amount of steps back as he did to come forward so as not to be sucked into the gaping void that belonged to the ugly boar. Planting his feet down and using the weight of the permeating reiatsu that belonged to the would be God-King to further batten down his grip on the remaining surface area of the meeting hall.
As the Hollows would all enter battle, the Vasto Lodrde who made an abruptly rude entrance had propelled himself upward beyond the gaze of all who still stayed within the crumbling castle. Naturally Abraam would look up and follow the mindless creature with his eyes until he became an airborne sized ant. The ceiling caved in, a certain light could pass through the large opening now fully created by its arrival and its exit.
”Now what brings you all the way up there…?” he wondered. He feared little of the answer but would soon find that it was not entirely what he had thought would take place. A shining white light appeared from the same area the Arrancar had flown upwards, surely not a coincidence. Squinting to get a keen assessment of what he was really looking at, it became all too clear very early on what was coming down. It was quite bright, the sun had gone out but the black sky was as bright as the Living world in the daytime. Eerily upsetting. He saw a white meteor sized force falling down from the sky in an attempt to blow the entirety of Las Noches away and all its inhabitants. He would raise his right arm upwards aimed directly at the bright blast and slightly shifting his position in his legs, shoulder width apart never taking his yellow globes away from the white doom. Quickly ensuing, a discharge of
Green lightning charges from the palm of the dark haired Arrancar’s hand, forming slowly into an orb condensed with destructive properties and a grim bone shaking presence. The spreaded Reiatsu of the Lizard that once polluted the area had not stopped, in fact, with the following technique it allowed him to surge his powers further and increase its potency and influence over those that surrounded him.
The mixture of green angry energy, breaking down into itself and turning the green into a deeper hue. Violent vibrations could be felt around the once Unmotivated Arrancar, similar to a M2 earthquake. The orb has grown twice its size since its inception but its destructive power has increased more exponentially to levels yet to be seen. There was no doubt that Abraam could combat the white meteor with his own emblazoned attack. He waited until the cero fell below an acceptable height for the maximum impact of his own cero against his for it not to have any adverse effects over the castle and those within it. Like lightning, it left his hand kareening upward into the troposphere to meet the bright blast that fell from the heavens. A grandiose bolt of sharp, dark green lightning flashed upwards, constantly changing shape from the speed in which it was fired from bolt to ball to unformed blast. Fired as a ball, its spherical rotation added kinetic pressure and a layer of hot air surrounding the travelling cero adding minorly its superior destructive properties. Regardless of the outcome, this was a blast that was fired from a competent mind, able to form not just force within their power but adding sheer unbridled potential to its core, appearing to have a soul of its very own. An extension of Abraam.
Once met within the air, a supernova sized blast could be seen from all Hueco Mundo cancelling each other out and harming no one. He feared that this wouldn’t be the only thing he had needed to be involved in and reluctantly decided that this castle was in certain need for his presence for a number of reasons. It was now a zoo, and there needed to be an overseer.
