[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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The joint effort of the two of them wasting none of their attacks to take this behemoth of menos grande down seemed to pay off for them. Knowing this was a timed mission he couldn’t afford to waste a lot of time, and already went straight on the move hastily toward Oyama. Since learning of the location of those in the area, Shoumetsu kept his reiatsu sensing honed outwards and aware of any changes of the players in town spiritual power changes. One thing that troubled him in the back of his mind was the prominent spiritual power that was felt directly nearby Oyama’s not knowing what this meant.
All he knew for is they needed to move with much more urgency as the situation proved to be direr than he had originally anticipated causing his speed to be doubled moving at a much faster pace. Despite his lack of shunpo Shoumetsu relied on his raw strength to travel at significant speeds and trained his body on a daily basis to be able to keep with shunpo users, but what he always thought gave him an advantage was his unique method of going into animalistic movement. The moment he detected Oyama’s sudden departure from the Arrancar’s presence he sensed Shoumetsu switched completely to his primal method of movement using both his leg and arm strength to launch him toward his destination at high speed. This was also followed by his spiritual reiatsu suddenly vanishing again being concealed with it mainly focused on empowering his strength with inner energy.
Just like that Shoumetsu destination suddenly changed to where Oyama was now heading and with how fast he moved in urgency cutting down any lesser hollows that impeded them quickly, they would find themselves spotting Oyama in the distance. Not knowing the situation and current case with what is entirely going on at the moment on top of him still being a bit intoxicated from prior relaxation, he continued his route to Oyama nonetheless knowing that they were the key to all the missing details they needed. Everything seemed to be in disorder but one thing for sure was that Oyama happened to be the center of everything that happened or at least the most credible person plus it was them who had requested the help so first priority no matter how much he wished to go on a killing spree was to provide back up. Within a matter of time, the two of them would have approached Oyama trailing along with wherever they were headed at the moment and kept his senses on full alert to any deviation of the other Arrancar or large menos grande reiatsu signatures.
”How is it that you are always the cause for trouble? But more importantly, I need you to fill us in on what the fuck is going on here and where we are now headed.”
One would happen to feel pity for the humans that tried to live in this place they called home, grieving over the countless people lost from the acts of the togabito just to be squashed by Arrancar. How sad it must have been to born in this world as nothing more than prey for others, but they held the most potentially able to evolve into different things. It was their curse and blessing that now these human's homeworld was always destined to be the battlegrounds for multiple forces.

 

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The clock was ticking on their objective of reaching Oyama. Hiroka made sure to maintain a focus on his ally's trail while being prepared for any nearing threat. Advancing hollow of an unremarkable power-level became a victim to his masterful hakuda and zanjutsu techniques. Shattering masks with sweeping kicks, strikes from their spare arm, and even the occasional swing of his blade. Hiroka held no interest in wasting too much energy with the suppression of the fodder along the way.
This was the first time he had stepped out into the World of the Living since he was a member of the Thirteenth. Often those missions held many weaker hollows or the occasional Menos-class, but this… this was pure chaos. He was certain that the battle could still get significantly worse. Hiroka remained attentive to possible opposition, the shifting landscape, and the heat that had been focused around Ikarihime's shape. His zanpakuto acted as a loaded gun in this instance, primed to reduce an enemy to ashes.
Unlike his superior’s use of raw speed, he pushed on with the execution of continuous flash steps. His body seemingly vanishing and reappearing to anyone who could not maintain a similar pace. Hiroka shifted the orientation of his weapon into a grip that was reversed, tapping his thumb against the hilt with each step he took. The mind of the young shinigami hadn't decided if his zeal or solemnity weighed heavier. He could feel both the static and heat that clung to his form from the respective abilities of Shoumetsu and himself. Eventually their progression allowed for them to have caught up with Oyama, fulfilling their initial goal.
Shoumetsu: ”How is it that you are always the cause for trouble? But more importantly, I need you to fill us in on what the fuck is going on here and where we are now headed.”
Hiroka felt no need to pose another question or statement as Shoumetsu had initiated with the most significant of inquiries. Where indeed were they going? Would this lead to a grander conflict? Or was this simply fleeing from the responsibilities of the moment? The questions that danced through his psyche were to be answered soon enough. He could feel an ache in his muscles, something that was born from the restraint that he was placing on the more eager portion of himself. It was by no means the time for carelessness. He had to live on just as much as he had to ensure that shinigami casualties were kept to a minimum. If not for his own interests but the former will of his late twin sister, Senri. Hiroka was confident of being able to blast away any threat that came his way, but knew the hardest battle was with himself. Ever since her passing, he has had to chain down the bloodthirsty portion of his soul, something that was born from the sheer hatred of hollows and his weakness at that time. In a poetic sense a single look into the eyes of the tan-skinned Hiroka could tell a whole tale. The left, scarred and without sight, a consequence of his blind lust. The right, exposing the resolve that wishes to not be muddied by greed. An existence paved in ambivalence.

 

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One thing was certain. The Shinigami were once again moving back at the sight of a Fullbringer. He was alone in this fight, perfect. No holding back now. As Avillio focused on Elliseo, The Arrancar would find that this sight he possessed was no longer functioning. Whatever maneuver he attempted to sheer Avillio's Leg off would find nothing but the blur of green as Avillios form shifted to hundreds of static-looking images, miraging around The Arrancar.
Each one was Avi dancing around the Arrancar. His Fullbring glaring him down and preventing his abilities from working. The dance would seem like forever to no one but Elliseo. In a matter of seconds, Avillio would form a vacuum around Elliseo, his hands cradling the Arrancars face from seemingly every direction. The Arrancar himself started to sear and burn from the intense heat building inside the vacuum.
Elliseo would see the sky, a blaze of fire and lightning above him, but when did Elliseo look up? The speed at which the actions took place would appear slow to the Arrancar. Yet to those who could see. Avillio would be standing with Elliseo's head in his hands. The body laying on the ground with nothing but the fast pour of blood, leaving the chest cavity and neck.
As if this was enough, Avillio then would muster everything he had. Every ounce of Spiritual pressure he could focus on at this moment. The Vacuum created by his mastered Bringer Light would then slowly spark and ignite into a hurricane of flames. Contained in the area in which he attempted to destroy Elliseo. The Arrancar's body would crumble under this new pressure and heat. Ash so minuscule Elliseo could hardly be considered to have been in the area before these flames.
The only problem now was Avillio was also burning.
Internally, he allowed himself to pour so much into this last attack that it destroyed his own body. Slower than Elliseo, Avillio would start to flake away with the ashes peeling up from his skin and whisking away in the winds caused by his own attack.
He'd look up and over to the small crowd of Shinigami before him.

He would look over to the City, The place where Fred Gave his own life, trying to save as many as he could. Slowly turning back over to the Shinigami once more. Avillio's hand drifting and pointing towards Furia.
" Coward! I saw you run! Heh" He would chuckle before reaching into his decaying shirt pocket and grabbing a cigarette out of it. As he attempted to light it without even acknowledging the cigarette, he realized he was much too weak at this point. Having to let out a small sigh and touch the end of it with his burning ember of a fingertip.
" 'When allies surround us, it’s easier to stay positive about the future.' That something a friend of mine would say right about now. " Avillio would speak through a cloud of smoke. Hard to tell if it was the cigarette or himself.
" But, thanks to some freaks from hell, He can't say that right now. " He would shift the cigarette to his other hand as the Right one started to crumble into dust. " You won't get far in this if you can't go all out. Even in the face of death, you have to fight for what you want. Fight for who you want. The point is, you have to fight. Otherwise, you might as well give up. Anyway, I'm no good with words, and this is already a way longer death than I would have wished for... See you on the other side. "
He would then put the cigarette back in his mouth and step towards the Graveyard he came from. He wouldn't find that step making it to the ground, however. As Avi should have found the solid ground, Avillio finds nothing but air as his leg crumbles into ash. His body would not fall with this misstep. It would start to waft away, the entirety of him becoming nothing but a spirit for this world to cleanse.

 

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Elliseo's conviction was solid, nothing and nobody was going to stray him away from his goal today. Not the unsightly shinigami that arrived to rescue their blue haired comrade, and neither was this ugly nuisance of a human who decided to engage him. Sadly, the worthless souls began to converge onto his area. Like moths to a flame they were clueless about the consequences to their actions. Soon though, he was going to give them a reason to consider their purpose.
The fullbringer who trailed him was one of the incoming victims. Elliseo, knew of his arrival, as soon as he even decided to come. He converged on his menos, striking them down effortly in a blaze of glory. Sadly, the small amount of work he put into his assault was all for naught. The true beauty of El Grito De La Sirena (サイレンの叫び ; Lit. Siren's Bellow ) was not the fact that he could see everything within a 1000 mile radius, no. It's the psuedo precognitive abilities it possess. The ability to see where one is going, and how they are going to get there, what time, how fast, everything is within the grasp of the ability. On the fullbringer's initial assault Elliseo noticed the blockage of this ability. While the arrancar, is heavily dependent on the ability, just one sonar can give him all the information he needs to know. Constantly pressing the ability is a luxury, he didn't need this survive or function. After dodging his Cero Orcos, the Fullbringer was intent on keeping his movement going, trying to continue his blitz. He would soon be halted in the middle of his bringer-light by a force grabbing his right arm. The rest of his body would wave in the wind like a flag, trying to catch up to his halted momentum. Avillio would've made sure to keep his eyes dead set on Elliseo, and he should've been going too fast for the Arrancar to even try to flank him. This would all be correct, if Elliseo hadn't already knew in what direction Avillio was going. The Cero Orcos, a mere distraction and ploy to guide him even quicker to where Elliseo knew he would go. The rest was child's play, the Fullbringer was definitely fast, but at the end of the day, he was still human.
SNAP
Elliseo would take no effort, and snapped Avillio's arm. Folded outwards, the bones in the middle of his arm would protrude from his skin, pointing outwards visibly through his black jacket.
"Now... now, who allowed you to interfere with mission"
The Arrancar was sick of the petty interruptions, and trivial souls trying to fight him. It was time to end this who debacle soon.

 

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Arrancar are beings built on emotion. They can't clear their head or think logically; it's completely against their nature. So as the Arrancar before him continued to fight as if he wasn't in danger. It would soon be revealed Elliseo was in dire danger. The many attempts at locking Avillio down and ending his attack would only reveal more about the Arrancar. For the Sonar would comply and show Avillio's location. There was a twisting of bodies and then a sudden...
SNAP !
Elliseo's smug look would once again be one of cold stillness. The Arrancar had seemingly noticed that his abilities were being suppressed to the point of useless, change tactics that sealed his fate.

The Speed clones would be physical clones that falsely reveal Avillio. The one with a seemingly snapped arm would start to fade from existence. With the same Snap, Elliseo would realize in his fading moments he was looking at the translucent image of avillio and his own headless body. A split-second decision meant both fighters were insanely fast and perceptive. Yet Avillio had more tricks up his sleeve than an Arrancar who had his head underwater.
The reiatsu at which Avillio spent to achieve this level of speed and precision would continue to burn Avillio and Elliseo into ashes. The emerald flames lighting a pillar into the air, which also tinted the area green. Followed by roaring sounds of lightning and thunder from inside the vortex of reiatsu. The force emitted by Avillio's Reiryoku would sear and burn anything around, much like the hell gates. Reaching similar temperatures. The entire radius of Elliseo's 'vision' would be neon green flames and dancing bolts of lightning. Soon after the Arrancar's Reiatsu would vanish from the minds of those nearby, the whales would soon diminish into nothing.
There, on a hill made of ashes and dust Avillio would fade away into ashes. Even if Elliseo somehow outmaneuvered Avillio one last time. He would strike the ashes of the Fullbringer, who was now in the process of becoming a spirit. The day's wind brushing the smoke from the hill. The green tint fading would shower the rest of the combatants in the oranges and pinks of the Tokyo Sunset. Hopefully, signifying their job was done for now.