Love or hate me, you will respect me nonetheless...

His attack caught her by surprise, it was definitely something she had not been expecting. However, luck seemed to be on the side of Tessa Morrowend on this day. Yoma slammed in to her side, interrupting her speech and pushing her out of the way as another came in and grabbed the blade of Romulus Bison. Turning towards the two now, she let out and audible gasp as her mouth took on the form of a smile.

“Captain.”

The word slipped from her, she would never forget this man. Slowly she pulled herself from the ground, drawing her blade as Yoma began to speak. Eyes narrowing as her body changed, she nodded slowly. It would be beneficial to have Yoma help her take out this man, and it was something that would happen now. A smirk formed upon her face as she thought of what to do, this was too perfect a chance to give up. Her stance changed, those who knew here would know that this was not a stance of hers, it was completely new.

“Fine Yoma, join me in this fight, just don’t get in the way or slow me down. Captain, I ask you to back up this instant, I do not wish to hurt you. Romulus Bison, prepare to feel the swordsmanship of the flame reaper, Poliro Tensol.”

With the, she pushed her energy in to her legs, blasting forward in a dash far quicker than Bison’s movement before. Destruction of the ground followed in her wake as she rushed towards Bison, the air screaming as she tore through it. Her eyes were closed, sword coming down towards Bison, and then she moved. Pivoting on her right foot while flash stepping, she would leave an after image behind as she appeared behind Bison, attacking him with an upward swing of her sword. Another pivot and flash step and she found herself to his side, an after image left in her place as she attacked again. She would continue with this combination of attack-flashstep fifteen times before finally skidding away from Bison. Her speed during these attacks was beyond what she should have been capable of, the force of her attacks, the speed, and the style of combat completely different then what was hers. Her attacking speed, the strength of her attacks, and the style of it perfectly mimicked that of the flame reaper, Poliro Tensol. How had she done it? Why very simple, using her instincts. She had previously fought against Poliro Tensol, and during the fight had perfectly memorized his attack style. Due to her draconic heritage, she was capable of lifting the natural limits upon her body when fighting on pure instinct, and thus allowing her to reach speeds far faster and strength far greater then she should possess in exchange for tearing apart her body. Thus, she had combined her ability to lift these limits with her memorization of the attacks by Poliro in order to completely copy the attack Poliro had once used against her.

However, it was clear to everyone within the clearing that this had taken a toll upon Tessa. Her breathing was heavy, her face contorted in pain as her body was bent over on all fours. Her legs were trembling slightly as the damage done to them through her overexertion was the greatest, and she knew that she had only a limited time left within this fight. She would make the most of it, and for now she would wait to see how Bison responded to her attack. Her eyes may have been closed, but to her the battlefield was clear as day, and so she waited to see what would come next.

It was safe to say that Yoma played little to no effect in stopping his blade. The Powerful former Captain however, was an unexpected treat in the matter. Still the aspiring young man did play a part, and as with most brash youth it wouldn't be instrumental in their cause at all. The minute Romulus' sword made contact with Yoma's, there was a fairly sizable reaction in the form of a wild electromagnetic plume immediately taking isolation around the massive captains form. If Tessa's intent was to have Yoma aid her in any way shape or form then she does so at her demise---he had effectively empowered the Captain further [1] [**]. Those flames were snuffed as quickly as they roared forward. Devoured. Taken. Added to his own. And so long as the sword in his hand remained in contact with Yoma's Zanpaktou, the same could be said for his own spiritual reserves.

It went without question that Romulus HEARD what the former Captain said, but what was made painfully obvious especially considering the absolutely "DARK" look he was giving Tessa, The Captain did not care. Not in the slightest and would pull his sword OFF of Yoma's and out of the former Captains hand, simple words spilling forth under his breath while she gave yet another rant of useless dialogue, "Harumageddon....End all things." Immediately, the massive sword would have taken on change. The blade becoming as black and Dark as the Captains intent to kill, the massive aura around him becoming nothing short of an electromagnetic malestrom [**2], his body and weapon engorging themselves on the abundance of free flowing spiritual energy present here. From his very body exuded a massive spiritual pressure the likes of which would bare down like the weight of the heavens on the insufficient---his only regret. That the respectful followers within his squadron have to now feel his wrath so......and she came forward, now with intent.----and she'd be disappointed.

So She believed herself to be in some elevated state BEYOND him due to her "Instincts"? Rubbish. While one can quantify faster reaction times and the processing of real-time data, her surge in "Energy" or "Allocation" to bolster her speed would hardly quantify or justify matching the great flame reaper outright. Hardly. EVEN IF SUCH WAS THE CASE, there in lies the fact that Romulus had undergone changes as well. His own prominence and physical attributes in alignment with his abilities were also elevated, and this came painfully obvious when her FIRST Sword Slash---was met with his sword. As was the second, and third, and 4th and so on, WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT his Shikai and personal attributes engorged themselves , he became more and more proficient at countering this repetitive technique. She had failed....all 15 of her strikes were effectively block/parry'd and at the moment she'd have gone sliding back on the balls of her feet...she had been winded, and he had been elevated.

There was a Dark, Ominus hue to the electromagnetic charges surging around him now, they blackened out, and Romulus approached her now with his sword outstretched to his right, is eyes...looked like suns! Burning bright with Rage and aggravation at the sheer disrespect! How he managed to build up the state of mind to speak to her now rather then just striking her down here and now, was beyond him, and while his senses were firmly on her, he hadn't ignored the other two still here, and if they were friends to her at all, they'd best to heed to what he had to say. "You failed. You're no Poliro Tensol, not even a little bit. Right now I could half your trifling ass where you stand and be done with it, just another BITCH dead in the dirt..." By now he'd have walked practically up to the woman, looking down on her--but lowering his sword.

"But you're weak.....and not worth killing... And NOT worthy of being in MY SQUADRON. You have such a hard on for you're former Captain, then you go with HIM, when he leaves, and the BOY as well. As of now, as Captain of Squadron 7 I relinquish you of your affiliation with this group and you are no longer step foot in this compound. Refusal to do so will result in your immediate termination." And that easily......the aura around him. That wild malestrom....faded. His sword...silenced and resheathed and he'd have turned and began walking away, as did the crowd of onlookers who now held a new found respect for the Captain whom up to this point was viewed as a blood thirsty brute with no compassion for comrades. HE CARED NOT if she saw anything anew in Romulus. Or if she felt compelled, now that he had shown content of character in NOT killing her when he flat out could, he just wanted her gone. His eyes would advert to the Former Captain and he'd have short words with the man, "You deserted this group...for whatever reasons I don't know but bitter bitches like that, are the end result. Take her with you when you go...and the boy as well, and never step foot on these compounds again, Former Captain." And in passing he'd nod and continue onward and away from the trio...

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i will be leaving for a family party i will return on the 28th around the afternoon my time. continue the posting order and leave me to post last this round.

i will also be posting as miaka as well.