[Black World Arc] The Heart of Flame ☢NUCLEAR FALLOUT WARNING☢

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He stopped and stood still, his response about to come when something happened. Fire seized his body and he felt his inner's grow hot. Was this rage, was it pure anger being brought out for a change. A voice came into his mind a female one, how long had it been since the emotionless Verathius lost control and became a wild fire. " Come now, your fire way to tame to be such a beast..Your nothing more then a dog with no teeth. A bitch with no hope of growing anything, such a pitiful hollow you've become. And to think you were so talented then, what a mutt you are without a single trace of pride or anger. You are simply a broken shell, not worth the time it would take to clean you up." His hands dug into his palms now as he growled slightly. The feral beast within being dragged to the surface, his Vasto Lorde memories still much alive in him. His body trembling, he growled slightly as his teeth showed. His hair fell over his eyes as the place began to boil with flames as he stood."Stop...stop it now.." The voice laughed as it began speaking again, who was it that dared talk to him in such a way. As though provoking the response of a Arrancar as powerful as he? [color=red]"Aww the little bitch can't even defend itself, gonna cry about it..This is why they are dead, your a failure and have no instincts. You chain your anger, such a childish notion. Why don't you grow a pair and release it, you won't though your too scared. Your family will die soon for that same reason, you will lose everything. Everything meaningful will die, because your to weak to let that anger go. Wildfire, as though you are something akin to the flame. Such a child controlling fire, fire is rage without mercy and death without forgiveness. You aren't anything, you are a failure a worthless bitch that should of been put down at birth. Just like your sisters, you don't belong and are nothing..Fall into despair and I'll kill them all, I'll make you watch their deaths."

Verathius stood still, no more sounds but then it happened. The reiatsu released became an atomic bomb, this entire place went into a hell flash. The entire place lit on fire, not even a little was left around as the male's body released a cero. The size of the cero coming from his entire body went out and grew. The entire place was filled with it, fire spewed everywhere. Verathius had snapped, the feral beast. "... No words would come from the silent man now, his fury had been awoken and the flames danced along the place. Massive amounts of reiatsu were destroying this realm his eyes stared at the realm. He didn't know who's voice that was, who threatened his family but one thing was certain. They would not escape, they would get away from his fury. This entire realm would pay, this entire world would be extinguished. His fire would burn always and burn away these beasts and even those who dared get close. Verathius clenched a fist as he walked forward, his body shimmering as he was prepared for a war. No this wasn't war, war was a chance between two sides. Verathius was going to annihilate whatever came at him. No mercy would be shown and only his fury would be seen. The first person he saw would be that man or woman, whoever that voice was. Whatever threatened the important things, they would be destroyed without mercy. Before creation, comes destruction.

Power. That was the first thing that came to mind as the realm of Kora A'ina of Yang shake and crumbled. From the skies, to the ground, there was nothing but blazing power to be felt as the land and the air were scorched in fire. However, with this power, came a sense of loathing. A loathing that otherwise unnerved A Certain Shark Beast maneuvering his way through this reflective eclipse. You see, in order to revamp his skills, bring back his fighting spirit and otherwise push his limits; The Nuclear Beast of Russia decided to put his hand in the events playing out in this catastrophe infecting all of the known realms.

Seeing how that Yuudeshi Brat and his Iramasha comrades could handle Earth's dilemma, Radioactive himself assumed he could take care of Hueco Mundo and otherwise put a stop to things in the realm of the hollows. Sure, there was a slight concern in him with how Russia might fair without his presence, but he had allies in powerful places and understood that it would be safe in his absence during this clash. If nothing else, there was a communicator sealed within his body to otherwise keep him touch with the nation's intelligence as he embarked on this one-man mission. Made from nanotechnology, The Hulking Giant did have to give it to this new day and age for making it so convenient and easy to stay in contact.

But, alas, that wasn't his primary focus. No. His focus was on this massive power signature he felt in the center of this world. From the intelligence that he was given? The objective was to destroy the cores in these inversed copies of the known realms of existence. And, as he was hurdling further towards this epicenter of disaster and chaos, the stink of a strong, but unnerved fighter started to sink into Radioactive's senses.

This man had endured over eight hundred centuries of combat, so it was not difficult for him to at least spot out a fighter when he sensed one. Stemming from his enlightening battle with the Moon God, The Shark Beast learned he could otherwise rely on his instincts to guide him. And, right now, his instincts were telling him that he was enclosing on an opponent who otherwise faced a dark dilemma. He inferred this just by the atmosphere and pull that The Troubled Mischevang. Every fighter in this universe had a unique signature of influence and mood to their energy, and from his many instances of detecting this over the years, Radioactive almost felt as if he could sense moods from the emotions and effects various combatants put into their reiatsu, spiritual power or any other type of energy that is generated from their body and their body alone.

So, with all the available information he had, The Nuclear Hulk figured he was going to have to smack some sense into another fighter, destroy this miserable realm and seal the deal with putting an end to the Kora A'ina's intentions. Heh, therefore -- this meant today was going to be a blast for him. With an explosive roar, The Shark Beast's spiritual energy came forth like a crack of lightning and thunder throughout the thunder. Hence, in a earth shattering blast, debris and sand scattered in every which direction for the next three hundred meters as the likes of The Radioactive Shinigami arrived on the battlefield in a streak of golden light.

When this bright illumination of energy faded away, a smoldering crater was all that was left in the wake of this monsters entrance. A bit over the top? Maybe. But Radioactive figured it would draw the attention of his opponent to him. Thus, after dusting off his baggy red pants, the males barefeet and hands started to claw himself out of the hole until he arrived on solid ground once more to stare down his new found foe.

Mischevang. That family name was the first of things to pop into the mind of Radioactive. After fighting so many Arrancar from that royal household, The Shark Beast had a knack for picking up on their scent now that he was up and personal to The Rampaging Mischevang. So, with this awareness in mind, the sharpened stare of The Nuclear Hulk's golden stare intensified and a toothy grin spread across his overeager face.

"So you must be that Ashlei Cunt's brother? Fun, fun. I should be able to get some good mileage out of you if your anything like the other Mischevang's I've faced."

With a crack of his fist, The Giant let out a brash chuckle as the the blunt tone of his voice bordered on the edge of crudeness. As he stood not ten feet away from Verathius, the height difference between the men became all but apparent. Standing at seven foot eleven, it would almost be hard to ignore the contrast as the Hulk-like shinigami bared his gaze down to the crimson stare of the opponent before him.

"Well, I guess if nothing else, I'll beat the stink out of you. You seem like you could use a release and I'll be the force to break ya' free from that bullshit sadness I smell from your battle aura. So, come at me then and let's get this started!"

Uttering those words with the utmost of directness, Radioactive held nothing back about what he felt was wrong with this circumstance. Thus, following that, an eruption of yellow energy surged around the male and his golden and unkempt locks of hair thrashed against the wild gust around them. While, on the flip-side, the littering of scars across his chest, face and back side became all but apparent from this breakout of light in the darkness. These were the markings of a warrior who hid nothing from his scars of the past. No. They weren't even scars -- they were marks of glory from his body being pushed to such extremes time and again from worthwhile foes. The question was: would Verathius prove himself to be one of those fighters?

"And, for the record, you better give me a battle more worthwhile then that cowardly sister of yours!"

In that scream, he then cocked his fist back and unleashed a power-strike to the nose of The Lone Mischevang to start things off. Even if this attack missed? The collateral damage from the force behind this hit could spread for hundreds of meters on end. The explosive strength of the male's physical prowess and energy would send dense blast of pressure capable of harming Grand-Level scale hierros; which could mean Verathius may find himself under quite the bit of pain across his body. This sensation would feel as if his very body was being slammed against a freight-train from hell and he'd feel the defenses of his being more than likely being put to the test from this.

Moreso, if he took the impacting jab to the face, that pretty nose of his may break on sight with the direct, crashing force of Radioactive's hit. Furthermore, a wicked headache could otherwise blind his senses and he'd be sent hurdling across a half mile like a flying ragdoll in the wind from the power associated with this punch. However, before he'd be sent away, The Shark Giant let out a bolstering laugh and went in to kick him straight in the gut with a similar hellish blow.

This swift punt to the stomach may result in the male hurling up his last meal and having the air clear knocked out of his lungs; potentially causing him to black out for a few moments to allow time for Radioactive to follow it up with another right hook to the jaw and compact each of his assaults upon one another to inflict a world of pain upon the male's body with his berserk strength.

Topping this all off would be the unleashing a damning energy blast shot off from his mouth that spread for three meters in every direction. This burst of destruction could induce burns across his body, deafen the ears of The Arrancar with its explosive sound and further aggravate the injuries The Shark may or may not have already inflicted upon at this point.

"C'mon, c'mon! Let's get the blood pumping, our spirits screaming and the stink of anguish cleaned straight from your sorry hide with a hard-ass kicking. If you've got something to let out? You better unleash with your next series of attacks by finding your inner Primal Spirit. Otherwise, I'm going to wipe the floor all over you! SO SHOW ME WHAT YA GOT!"

And with that, the lines in the sand was drawn and Radioactive anticipated the next move that his opponent would bring him. Was he going to arise to the occasion like an angel finding his wings? Or would he sink to the bottom of a sea like a bird without its wings? Hell, he had no friggin' clue. The Shark Beast just hoped that this would otherwise prove to be fun and that he'd assist another fighter in finding their Primal Instincts.