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That was the one though that went through Aish’s mind as he watched the fight between the devil of boundaries and Nobody from his vantage point in the air. The speed with which they moved, the force with which they fought, it eclipsed anything he could deal with at all. His wings beat behind him as a stray shot came his way, now that he was up in the air he could actually dodge the attacks made at him. It did help that he had placed himself far above them. The distance combined with the ability of his eye made it quite easy to dodge the attacks that came towards him. His eyes widened as he did the only thing he could do in this situation: watch.
Feelings surged through him as Yukuri’s chaos blast protected him from several attacks Nobody had sent his way. Not only was he useless he was a distraction, he was a detriment to the more powerful devil iramasha. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Aish wracked his brain for some way he could help out Yukuri in this fight. Watching as the large monstrosity surrounding Nobody arched its back and let loose destructive shots in to the air, fear coursed through Aish Iramasha for the first time in a long while. Eyes widening he watched as they neared him. Reacting as he could, blue and yellow flames wreathed his being completely, the defensive powers of these flames being the devil of phoenix flame’s hope against Nobody’s attack. However, it seemed that even now he would be protected by his comrade. Somehow Yukuri had summoned forth a force that swallowed Nobody’s attacks. Frustration and a feeling of worthlessness settled over Aish, he was just a distraction and a liability here, what could he do?
Then it came to him, perhaps the only way he would even be able to put a dent in this creature. Looking downwards he watched the attacks upon Nobody’s person, particularly watching to see whether they had survived. If they had managed to come out of the assault, the moment Aish spotted them he would take action. The blue and yellow flames around him surged as he dove directly downwards towards Nobody. Building up speed as he soared downward, he cared not of anything that might be there to happen. Should Nobody attack him? These attempts would simply slide through his body as if he was not there? Should she use Susanowa? Aish would slide right through it completely unaffected. All the while as he fell he was building up energy in to a single point, right within his palm. Draining every last bit of energy in to one final attack, this was Aish’s plan. A suicide attack in hopes that it would be able to at least damage the one who tried to harm this place, that was Aish’s final solution.
How had he managed to stop not only any attacks that might be thrown at him but also the great defense of Susanowa? It was quite simple really. The flames that surrounded Aish were known as the immortal flame defense, a barrier of flames that made it impossible for Aish to be harmed, also made it impossible for Aish to harm another. How had this allowed him to bypass Susanowa’s great defense? Due to how fast Aish had been falling, ramming himself directly in to such a strong defense would have cause great injury upon his person. Thus, instead of ramming against it Aish’s immortal flame defense came to his rescue and caused him to slide right through Susanowa’s defense, ignoring it completely.
As his body finally aligned itself with Nobody’s body, the arms of Aish Iramasha attempted to wrap themselves tightly around Nobody while the blue flames around him dispersed. Grinning sadly, the energy he had gathered formed in to a chaos blast, hopefully against the body of the intruder. As the chaos blast fired off point blank, Aish’s body exploded in a burst of brilliant flames. All of his energy gone in to attacking his opponent, the only thing that remained of Aish Iramasha was a scattering of ashes that fell to the ground. He had sacrificed himself in hopes of inflicting injury upon his foe.
Those who knew of his power would know that his soul had not departed this world yet. He was still there, soon to return to the living. His will kept him from being reborn at the moment, but it would not last long. Soon Aish Iramasha would return in a form that was completely defenseless.
((OOC Notes: Wow... this took a lot for me to write. Anyways, I had a hard time getting through all of your post Frost, hopefully I didn't mess anything up. If I did, please inform me so I can make the necessary changes. Yes, Aish used his rebirth power at the end there, he will be reformed on my next post.))
__________________ "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." "Of course it is. Are YOU going to question beholder's artistic sense?"
Nobody exhaled a deep, calming breath to herself, letting it was down her chest, while a tingling sensation washed down her back. These were the sensations that she made herself feel. She willed her body only to recognize these to be truths, and not the agony that wracked her legs at this time. For why? For crimson essence poured down those lithe limbs of hers, further darkening her already black socks with moisture. She should have felt grisly dampness that filled her shoes, or how the cool air stung the rather large lesions on the back of her legs... but she had the mental fortitude to ignore them, and not let them distract her from the battle at hand. She would not so much as shiver, much less buckle underneath the pain. Yukuri's rapacious magics certainly tore through her defenses, managing to grind away parts of her flesh on her legs. Not only that, but rivers of blood teared down from her arms as she held them up, riddles of flesh missing from random places. They looked gory, and yet Nobody did not seem hampered, and did not falter in her stance a single moment. Yukuri struck her, but she did not let the Iramasha cripple her—the most significant areas of her body had been protected. It left to the imagination what sort of training this one had to go through as merely a youth to gain such perfected resolve.
However, it was when the girl swathed herself in the veil of her demonic familiar that Yukuri's attack ceased to reach her. Nobody's defenses were staunch yet surmountable; Susanowa's were a whole other ball game. Yukuri could keep stabbing against him, but it was more or less akin to trying to topple a wall with pillows at that point. In this sarcophagus of darkness, Nobody could at least stand in peace and quiet, giving herself time to collect herself. She did experience a rather sickening quality in her stomach, like a rock dropping into her bowels... but that was merely the side-effects of utilizing Susanowa, and she was all but used to it. He needed sustenance in order live on, and it was but a small price to pay on her part. She allowed him to feed upon her life force, and he would protect her from all that would harm her, including these Iramasha. It was especially pertinent now, as she allowed her weapons to cool off after unleashing so many rounds off at her enemies. She'd been caught in a tough spot just then, trapped between two enemies and much too close for comfort. She did not care that none of her blasts truly achieved any amount of damage—she simply wished to safely escape from that situation, and she needed to keep them on the defensive to insure that.
So now it was her turn to be on defensive duty, waiting for the magnums in her hands to be ready again. She looked between the two enemies when a new presence appeared—a Shinigami? A Hollow? What? June couldn't make any sense of what this sudden appearance was with her spiritual sense, as it was giving off multiple different types of energy at once. She was wary to take her eyes off of her opponents but it was even more dangerous to keep an unknown unchecked. Her body shifted as she pointed a gun at the stranger, while Susanowa kept watch of what was in front of Nobody. 'Shinigami,' she immediately assumed, judging by the Captain's garb, 'Not Iramasha.' For what concern did he hold to her? He did not arm himself, not so much as gesture aggressively towards her. In fact, not a word was even spoken to explain his presence, and thus Nobody found herself not caring. He was just standing there absorbing energy, specifically, Yukuri's energy for the male Iramasha's was too meager to reach through the thick atmosphere and Nobody herself was but a Quincy who relied on the energy around her. What but an ally was he then?
Nobody returned her attention to the battle at hand just to catch sight of a peregrine dive headed her way. The redhead rushed at her in a self-destructive manner, which she immediately recognized on sight. She ground her teeth together, frustrated that it took so long for her weapons to cool back down to safe temperature, meaning she couldn't quite use them yet. She left the task to Susanowa, who shrieked had the oncomer in a grotesque fury. It swung its great arm at him in a haymaker, which would easily smash the little one to bits with ease. However, when it was supposed to connect, instead it met nothing but empty air. It was as though the Iramasha had slipped straight through her fingers, but Nobody was not to be fooled; her eyes saw exactly what happened, and she identified the problem immediately. Already her body tensed, and she prepared herself to recieve the Iramasha, face to face. He tackled straight into her, but the woman held her ground even despite her wounds. Blood would spurt out of her as her muscles tightened, grappling with the boy. He had one arm around her, but the other was stiff-armed away by Nobody, while she also had another hand tightened around his neck. She'd waited for the precise moment that he became physical again to catch him, dropping her guns to the ground in the process. They would crash to the ground with a metallic cacophony before vanishing into wisps of pure white energy. Then they were still.
Nobody articulated herself in Blut Vene, the grip she had on the male's neck was crushing. She'd turn his throat into red mush in seconds, the top of his spine into fine dust. Already he should have been giving way to her grasp, and yet... the job was seemingly done for her. Her eyes widened just before a flare of blue-white flames enveloped her, the explosion shaking the ground with a loud bang. Nobody fell back out of the plume choking, half of her body on fire, and her body ravished by the damage. She hit the ground with her tail end, and Susanowa was helpless to deal with any of this as it occurred within him. Nobody had to act quick, holding her palm up in the air, trying to ignore the searing anguish she was experiencing all over her body, trying to ignore Yukuri's stupid voice as it waxed high and mighty to her. Within her palm, she called to it a Ginto capsule with a tri-colored wrapper around it. This was Yōso, the elemental capsule, this specific one being freeze. With the same strength she used to try and cripple the Iramasha's neck, she crushed the metal container in her hand to unleash the magic contained within. Immediately a chilling gust exploded outwards in every direction, extinguishing all of the flames in one fell swoop. Replacing them, a slight layer of frost was left behind, coating parts of her flesh and biting at her clothing and hair.
She sat there like that, her body ruined, coagulated blood painting most of her body, while charred flesh added much needed detail to the masterpiece. She was a mess, wracked with pain that would make a mere human squeal pathetically. When she came back to, she still heard that voice; Yukuri was still going on. ''Tch...'' One emotion was clear on Nobody's face, that of anger. She pulled herself back to her feet as she responded with no small degree of vehemence. ''Oh, shut the hell up. There's no damned trickery up my sleeve, nor underhanded magic here. Since the point I've gotten here I've been more honest than you probably have been in your entire life. I'm here to get you to fight, to see what Iramasha are capable of, and you're giving me every little thing I want. And you keep coming at me because some part of you enjoys it, not because I'm tricking you. So keep on going, girlie.'' She would spit a mixture of saliva and blood onto the ground in front of her, now standing straight up, those green eyes staring menacingly at Yukuri. Her opponent was no stranger to darkness, and so she'd unleash a tidal wave of the umbra at her, yet Nobody merely would open her arms wide as if welcoming it. She closed her eyes, letting the darkness wash over her.
Susanowa threw its arms forward to try and stem the great tide, but it was pointless. The void enshrouded him; buried him. As everything came to a crashing conclusion, Susanowa was found to be gone, and this mysterious figure of Nobody as well. The void left nothing behind, not even an errant signature of energy. Quietude fell over the battlefield but the tension of the action past still vibrated throughout the air. At the very least this moment of peace allowed Yukuri the chance to palaver along with the Shinigami guest... Though this sense of security would soon prove false. A percussive bang louder than any word that could be spoken, interrupting the chit-chat. The sound originated from behind Yukuri—her shadow, in fact—as a dark bolt would fly to pierce through the back of her throat like a speeding bullet. The form of Nobody rose out of the Iramasha woman's own shadow, its pitch blackness dripping away like ink to give the girl color again. It would be here emerald hues to be unveiled first, glowing neon in relative to the shadows. The sneak attack did not end there however, as Nobody aimed her gun to put three more blasts into the back of her head to try and make sure of a kill, giving as little time as possible to react to any of it.
In the end, she'd emerged in an incredibly injured state, but she'd hoped to have taken out two Iramasha this day, and return home with the information she'd gathered. These two were a good sample size for her benefactor... for his plans.
The prominence here was downright Palpable. There was so much raw power idling in the area that it was almost intoxicating to revel in and he was hardly putting any effort into his bodies natural tendencies. His eyes perceived the actions at hand and he could do nothing but draw excitement for it all. Romulus had no BAD intentions, yet perhaps they'd have a hard time being described as good either. It had to be accepted...this was his nature. This land, this barrier, these people, were POWERFUL...he was DRAWN to power, by nature and physiology, and so his actions are a natural event, an act of nature and natural in their occurrence. A proverbial Newton Law if you will, he was the opposing reaction to such great power being present as an action!
That was until he was blockaded, and contained within---energy???? Where as her mental link and questioning got NO reaction out of the Captain, doing this did, and his brows furrowed deep and his voice would have boomed well loud enough to be heard, "I didn't come here to be denied woman!" With the events unfolding before his eyes as they did it was safe to say that he was in a position to warrant her full attention on his own, and while he wasn't here as threat or an enemy, he wanted to CONFIRM the prominence being sensed from her was as great as he anticipates. IF this means fighting her----so be it! An exhibition is just that, there would be no hard feelings afterward. IF INFACT this barrier used to contain him was constructed of solidified energy that was already present in the lands, JUST reconfigured to FILTER out and isolate him from it, then addressing it was a matter of direct application. FORCE would possibly take to long, as would powering out, so Romulus would have pressed his palm against the surface of the construct and IMMEDIATELY his intention would become clear as it's anima, would be drawn upon.
His bodies natural tendency to consume, mass and convert came into play here but the consumption rate wouldn't be enough to outright DISPELL the Containment---weaken it at best while he egged the woman on, "SHOW ME YOUR POWER! I WANT TO SEE IT!" The act of degrading the barrier, if he was successful should be enough to get her to drop it outright and face him directly, and if he was to get even a little bit of what he was seeking---this was sure to be a show!
It was as Nobody rose from the shadow of Yukuri that one would be capable of noticing Aish’s presence returning to the field of battle. The frost covered ashes that had been of Aish’s body suddenly glowed red hot, releasing a cloud of steam upon the battlefield as the ice particles that covered them heated to tremendous degrees. Rising from the ground, the ashes seemed to suck themselves towards one point as they came together to form something new. Melding together form took hold and a hand whistled through the air to displace the mist.
“Ah man… now my head hurts…”
A clearly more feminine voice then before came from the small body standing before them. Standing atop a couple remaining ashes was a clearly female individual with short red hair and red eyes, looking to be five years of age. Her form as naked as they day she was born for the first time, the eyes of the reborn Aish Iramasha zeroed in on the combatants. Stepping forward, her legs were somewhat unsteady, but they showed the distinction of Aish Iramasha’s fighting style. From her shoulder, a baby phoenix trilled softly, and then Aish spoke again.
“I’m glad to see you two are still fighting, it means I didn’t miss out on much. Now, my head may be killing m, but I’m going to continue. I may be just a child… my spirit may still be recuperating from my extended time in limbo… and this body may be weaker than my old one… but I still have enough strength to rip someone’s head from their shoulder’s!”
Just as she finished her final words, Aish’s body tilted forwards, eyes slowly closing. Falling to the ground face first, consciousness left Aish Iramasha. Too tired from expending all of his energy and then prolonging the time before rebirthing, her body had taken over and demanded she rest. For now though, her only defense was the baby phoenix that had settled itself upon her back in order to defend its master.
__________________ "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." "Of course it is. Are YOU going to question beholder's artistic sense?"
The reaction was too fast to have been natural; a form of precognition was used, or otherwise she had been able to keep track of her the entire time. It was something to note, to place on her growing list of abilities that her opponents had utilized in their fight so far. However, there wasn't much the girl could do to counter it until she knew exactly what is was—she had to assume that the element of surprise was pointless, and that Yukuri knew her position at all times whether or not she was in shadow form. So, despite her positional advantage, the Iramasha was able to throw up a defense just in time to intercept it. She was already prepared for failure, prepared to be put back on the defensive, yet to her surprise she'd hear the sickly sweet splattering of blood caused by her bullet piercing its target. The shadow wall concealed the visage of the woman from her, so she couldn't tell exactly what happened. There wasn't time; she had to focus on her own safety. Her body was rushing backwards to put some distance between them, but Yukuri's shadow was faster in this case. The sinister tendril lunged for her arm with blurring speeds.
Aim and fire. A thundering boom rang out, followed by an electrical crackle—the sounds of Nobody's gun blasting at the umbra, the searing light able to pierce a hole straight through it and stop its advance. Even if it tried to evade, trying to circumvent the bolt would slow it down enough for the Quincy to get out of range. She bounced a dozen or so meters before she heard the crumbling of gravel beneath her feet and her footing almost giving way to a falling stone. Gasping in her surprise, she looked back to see herself one step away from falling over the edge of the floating island. Her back was against the wall, and Yukuri was unrelenting; a hydra of flame was let loose upon the battlefield, charging at Nobody flat-out. She inhaled sharply, shifting her body's form into the Blut Vene in the same amount of time. ''Susano—!'' was all that could escape her lips before the pyroclasm reached her. Eruption of reds, oranges, and blacks, both fire and darkness clashed, and Nobody felt the wind beneath her feet as solid ground was knocked out from under her. She was pushed off the edge and falling, trails of embers following her. The barest formation of Susanowa's skeleton was just enough to take the brunt of the assault and keep her in one piece, it seemed.
Assess the situation, her calculating mind screamed at her, as her Aishadou eyes panned back and forth. Sharp wind shrieked past her ears, eventually putting out the small flames by itself, but she was still falling fast. The dark azure adumbration that surrounded her brought her comfort; Susanowa was here to protect her, and a pang of relief enveloped her. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief to let up all that pent up breath. Then, BOOM! they hit the ground with a resounding crash, causing a mini-quake in the forest below the island. Several dozen formally sturdy trees had been crippled and crushed, making way for the umbral spirit of Susanowa when he made ground zero. June felt none of the feedback from the crash, as it might as the earth below might as well have been made of feathers. Now with something solid at her feet, she stood slowly. A sharp ache surged through her legs as she realized they were still injured, and getting worse by the moment. She didn't know how long they would continue to support her body like this—she was still human after all. The bleeding was getting worse and she needed to finish things before she overextended and made a mistake. That meant...
With a guttural groan, Susanowa lifted his arms; his four separate arms. The spiritual demon seemed different from before, as if more developed. No longer just flesh and bones, but dressed in armor as well. Traditional Japanese robes coated him, with then were overlaid by conjoining pieces of samurai-esque armor. He was burning with an inferno of blue, to show just how much energy he possessed—No longer was Nobody's aura quiet and reserved, but loud and flamboyant. After all, there was no more point to trying to hide herself, so why bother? Those who still remained up on the island would know what was coming, and it was going to be big. In between the Vollstandig spirit's hands it summoned a cloud of blue energy, which took on the form of a gargantuan crossbow. All four of those hands took their position; one took the grip where the weapon's trigger lied, two would take the string and pull it all the way down the length of the barrel, and the last would summon an arrow to arm the weapon with. Then he aimed this weapon, Barisuta, upwards where their fight had been taking place only moments ago. Without hesitation, Nobody would give the command with a snap of her fingers, and Susanowa would let the bolt loose, squeezing the trigger.
A crater formed instantaneously at their feet, caused by the recoil from the massive weapon, as the treeline was pushed back by a burst of wind. The yacht-sized bolt took off like a rocket, breaking the sound barrier and causing the ears of anyone in proximity of the sound to pop. That would be absolutely nothing, however, to damage that would be caused if it hit the side of the island. It would take a colossal chunk out of the island, perhaps splitting it down the center as it shot through; a catastrophe in the Iramasha settlement. Yukuri was the main target here, while everyone else was collateral damage, but none of them were safe if this thing hit. They'd be turned to mulch as they were sent flying sky high, filling the air with red mist, as the kinetic energy in the attack was that powerful without even needing to hit them directly. To stop it in its tracks was a feat, like catching a meteor. It was questionable if Yukuri's boundaries could do anything about it if they couldn't even stop a simple blast from her gun.
Nobody heard a snap, and felt her legs suddenly give way. She crumbled to her knees into a small pool of blood she wasn't even aware she'd made. She was losing her life's essence at an alarming rate, it seemed, but she'd been numb to it. She couldn't even tell that blood was leaking from her nose and mouth now, of its own accord. She'd lose her sense of touch for the most part, and all ability to move her legs from this position. She was a sitting down, but at the least Susanowa stood strong, surrounding him in his protective shell of a body. She needed to leave...
Cracking it wasn't enough. Nor was being confined away from possibly the most thrilling exhibition of his life! He needed to be free!  [**]At the Swords release, which was followed by an outstanding aura that embraced the entirety of his 9' frame. IF had cracked and weakened the barrier, this was the proverbial wrecking ball looking to shatter it outright! The energy barrier would quite literally be devoured! And his access to the abundant ambient energy spectrums at running rampart here! Already his Base Stats were swelling and the gap between HER potency and his---narrowing, but still with quite a ways to go, with doubts he could match her evenly at all!
He'd have begun laughing audibly while in the immediate area a pulling force could be at least FELT as one would feel the rushing air over their body, his hair, his clothing, it all literally BILLOWED and became more animated with every passing second he stood here! The sadistic smile on his face created after he'd stop laughing was beyond epic! His eyes---Like Reactors! Miniature sons! FISSION literally taking place within him! The Obsidian sword in his right, now tightly clenched while he'd affix his gaze on the Highly Powered opponent, thick, imposin baritones letting loose his dialogue as he speaks, "Hadō #88. Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō "......
And he was gone.....an after image. A solid practitioner of the Flash-Step and exceedingly proficient at it even in comparison to someone at equal ranking. One could barely count the whims between thoughts before he'd appear to his opponents right flank at 10 meters with a palm exteded toward her---before all hell broke loose! Hell in the form of a gargantuan beam of Spiritual and Electrical energy that roars like the wail of a 100,000 man strong Roman Catholic Choir with full intentions of putting pain and punishment in abudnance at a close and imposing range if successful!
1 -Solenoid Function: Romulus' physiology has him in a constant state of Absorbing, Massing and Converting matter. This incoming matter can be in varying states, and types with the limitation that Romulus is currently unable to process Organic Matter (living beings, other shinigami ect). Traditionally Romulus feeds constantly on Free Flowing Spiritual Energy, and can either chose to Localize it, in the form of an electromagnetic aura (Center it around him externally, trickling it into his own personal reserves) or Add it directly to his own.] With in inactive Shikai, his body naturally stockpiles converted matter, a trickle feed like the current will continue upping his Collective Energy pool and attributes up to x3 his base over the course of 5 Turns in which he'd have reached his Saturation point.
[**] - Base x 1.5 [Currently] [Shikai-Active Saturation and Stack increase]
Based on the fact that Bison was banned from the site, the effects from Yukuri attack should prove to send him flying from Iramasha Island and back to the Squad 7 Barracks of the Seireitei. Additionally, he would have been placed into a coma for the next few weeks; with his power under tight suppression.