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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Battle in Foreign Lands   Thu Nov 05, 2015 8:49 pm




Artist:J-star Victory OST - Song:Edge of the Fist - Word Count:983 --



Under the usually quiet eternal night of Hueco Mundo, the sounds of battle stretched outward for miles. It wasn't uncommon for short confrontations to occur in the desert, but this has been going on for some time now. Frequent explosions could be heard from miles away, one after another from various causes. Sometimes even bright spheres of explosive energy forged by cero peppered the landscape, visible from some distance away. A midst multiple abandoned buildings in the endless desert, a not-so-common battle raged. Where most conflicts in this realm stemmed from the natural order of Hollow kind striving to survive and evolve, this confrontation had been brought to life by the less prominent efforts of a Human of all things to amplify the nature of their training. A Human of all things, not even the Shinigami or the more common Demons that resided in Shadowfall's strongholds in the farther depths of Hueco Mundo.

The lone Vanguard operative a;ways took things to the extreme, especially his training and efforts to achieve what he set out for. Today his venture lead him to the heart of enemy territory in the eternal desert, predators in every direction for miles and even below his feet in the forest below. Though dangerous, the stronger Hollows above with their voracious appetite and power made for great practice, and maybe something more powerful would come along from the commotion his constant confrontations created. At the moment he was in deadlock with one of the Adjuhas scattered throughout the land. They were a giant of a beast, though retained a bi-pedal, almost Human shape to their form with a coating of bone and crimson skin. Their claws ripped through the air like daggers, the youthful-soldier- acting mostly on the defensive to improve his footwork.

Dellapero waited for an opening to end this and move on to another opponent in the vast desert, The killing intent and unrelenting assault of the Adjuhas was really something, never seeming to let up for anything. Green sparks of electricity crackled around the man, his ability naturally taking effect whether he wanted it to or not. His muscles were charged with energy from the high-speed action and the natural limiters he set on himself. It had gotten' to the point where he didn't even notice the twenty tons of pressure on his back, holding him back from his true strength , but at the same time allowing his might to grow much quicker than it ever could normally. Eventually the time came for his counter attack. The bi-pedal Hollow launched its bon e-shrouded arm forward, claws, aiming to rip out Grance's throat in a single lunge.

The man narrowly twisted to the side, the claw actually scratching his face and leaving the smallest cut on his left-cheek. Paying no mind to it from the adrenaline coursing through him, Grance grabbing the large arm of the Hollow with both hands. Before they could make another move, the Vanguard operative pulled with their full restrained might, lifting the creature off the ground and completely shattering their center of balance. He spun in a perfect circle, dragging the Hollow across the sand after a fair confrontation. He had no need for killing it, especially in its own territory. Still, taking it out of commission so he could move on was important. After another spin, Dellapero released the Adjuhas, their body going flying like a bullet across the desert from the strength of the throw.

A wave of kinetic energy swept through the ruins around him, but the real noise would come in a few moments. The Hollow went flying far, soon even going out of the eye's range of clear site. They appeared only as a dot during their descent, their bestial cries echoing even as far as the place they once fought. The creature landed with a loud boom. A plume of sand and dust ripped through the air where they landed, a small wave of sand stretching across the desert from the impact. The sand may have been softer than most materials to land on, but the weight of the impact was still enormous. The sound of the crash was almost deafening at close-range, only dulled to tolerable standards a few hundred meters away. Sand fell like rin for a few hundred meters, a larger crater left with the Hollow still in tact, though injured. They shouldn't have had any thoughts on coming back after that landing though.

Dellapero stretched his arms, the green spiritual current starting to ebb at the battles conclusion. Though his blood was still pumping and his mind still opting for more challenges to improve against. Maybe all that noise would have attracted something more than the mundane Hollows. The ones on the surface weren't weak by any means, but they didn't quite provide the competition he was looking for in this realm. He was adorned in his ever-contrasting attire. The apparel that adorned him was like a mix of different eras. Modern fabrics strung up to the style of older-Japanese deities with weapons both from 17th century edo and a Remington Shotgun from world war two strapped to his back. The trio of weapons on his person all gave off a strong spiritual essence, each equal to a shikai in quality without the former two even having their true power released. They were once only normal arms, but over the year alongside the ancient Human have become individual powers of their own. He relaxed for a moment, keeping an ear on guard for anything else that might be approaching, or the return of the Adjuhas he cast away only moments ago. The sound ebbed, now replaced once more by silence. Such never lasted for very long though while he was around.

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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Thu Nov 05, 2015 9:21 pm






COYOTE STARRK


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"WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUP!!"

A roaring noise could be heard, echoing across the plains as its owner reached her right foot out, planting it firmly into the crotch of the man who was passed out on the ground. The man's eyes naturally opened strained in response as tears developed on the edge of his eyes as his hands grabbed at his crotch, his body curling up as he then fell on his side… and went limp again.

The woman, looking at him, grew even angrier, her teeth gritting as she lifted up her right foot, proceeding to assail his side with blows. "GET, UP, YOU, ASSHOLE!" She roared at him, before finally kicking him onto his feet.

"Lilynette… what is it…?" The man asked, slowly standing up as his right hand cradled his side, wincing as he did so. This was Coyote Starrk, former Primera Espada, who now did freelance work for K-World. To be honest, it was not such a bad gig. Starrk did their work where they wanted him to, and he had a place to relax whenever he was not busy. However, recently work had been… slow. So it had been that Starrk had gone to the wastelands to relax, so that he could be somewhere without being bothered.

Obviously, that was a mistaken expectation.

Lilynette struck a pose, her hand pointing outwards in the direction where a massive dust cloud had begun to form. "Someone thinks they can just waltz in here and start slaughtering our populace!" She complained angrily, seeing Starrk's expression change slightly as the Arrancar's body turned towards the devastation, his body not even moving as he vanished with a static noise.

Lilynette sighed, before following after him, leaning her body forwards as she also performed the sonido.

Together, the pair arrived on the scene. Starrk's gaze, not entirely awake yet, looked across the plain, noting the number of hollows that had been slain. "...Man, this is such a pain…" He breathed out, Lilynette looking at him angrily as he reached up a hand, cradling his face as if he were hungover. "Hey…" He let out, looking at the male across the battlefield, his right hand coming to rest as his sword's hilt as he looked the man in the eyes. "Why… don't you take those three weapons of yours… and go somewhere else, hmm…? You're disturbing my nap… as well as slaughtering things that have no chance… against someone like you."

With those words, even Lilynette would go silent, Starrk's eyes roaming the battlefield as he watched some of the hollows beginning to struggle to get back up. His eyes slowly closed as he breathed out, knowing that the spiritual pressure that he was giving off simply by standing there was pressing them down… they would not be able to leave this battlefield alive. That was the reason why Starrk was always by himself, after all. Those that would normally be around the Arrancar… could not handle the exposure of his spiritual pressure for very long, before they too were broken down and absorbed into its girth.

This man, however, seemed different. Starrk really did not want to fight. While he was somewhat interested in the fact that the man before him was not a Shinigami but was fighting waves of hollows, at the same time he… only wished to rest. I suppose that things have been too quiet lately… that peace and sleepiness can't last forever… doesn't seem like he will leave, either way… This is… exhausting…



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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Thu Nov 05, 2015 11:40 pm





Artist:Satoshi Igarash- Song: Transformers OST - Word Count: 938 --



Dellapero blinked, confused as the Hollows that remained conscious began to tremble.Only a moment later did the cause dawn on him. An exceedingly powerful spiritual pressure washed over the area. It even caused him a bit of discomfort from the vast quantity of it. When he was thinking the battle would draw the attention of someone stronger, he had no idea it would be one of the highest caliber around. Still, the thought only excited him more with the tangible presence that arrived. It was none other than the former Primera of days long since past. Unfortunately the operative was never one to keep tabs on information like that so far past that era. Grance looked over the source of the reiatsu first, matching Stark's glare and trying to decipher their nature. He wasn't feeling any direct malice, but some degree of agitation. His eyes briefly shifted to the younger Arrancar at their side. She seemed to be his companion, or something of the sort. Perhaps a fraccion? In any case, the Human's eyes returned to Stark, their power and words becoming the conduit of his attention for now.

The unknown smiled, then gave off a confused expression. He shifted his gaze to the far north for a brief moment. Did that single toss really killed that thing -and- taken out others as well? He swore it wouldn't have been enough to kill it, maybe break a few bones at most. Though judging by the immense power resonating with this Arrancar, the few that remained would come to be crushed by it if they stayed here too long. Reflexively, his hand drifted closer to the guard of his own blade at the sight of the newcomer's act of the same. Though they were justified in being ready to strike, Grance didn't want to be caught off guard in a place as known for its hostility as this. At the very least he could correct a few things before things got too heated though.

"Sorry about that. Though I'm not sure where you're getting the =slaughter- thing from. I don't recall going for the kill against these guys. Did the one I tossed up north hit something?" Despite the nature of their meeting appearing to lea toward battle, his tone was generally lax and free of any killer intent. The spiral of green energy around him began to dim slightly during the pause of combat. His eyes lit up with a sense of amusement though. It wasn't at beating the Hollows that had dwindled down to a few left that remained; many other were sprawled out in the sands unconscious. Rather, such a powerful soul making their debut made for a perfect obstacle to test himself against.

"They make for good practice while I have myself restrained like this and i don't bother with my swords. I can feel you would make a -much- better challenge though! That is a lot of power you have there. So ya' up for it? Could find some place less crowded and trade a few dozen explosions. Then you could get back to your nap. I know better than most how important twelve hours of sleep a day is!" truthfully, the Human had an extensive sleeping schedule of his own during the day. Having a day consisting mostly of runs, practice, and clearing out a vast number of Hollows and Demons in the world of the living without pause demanded plenty of rest. He had the feeling that would hold true once things wrapped up here as well.

Dellapero pondered just how much strength this Arancar had. If they had this much energy just standing around, what could they do when they actually made an effort fo fight? It would be a great warm up for his future confrontations with Mana later on when that eventually came to be. The only way to get stronger was to face people stronger than you to begin with and adjust. It was one of the reasons a few people tended to call him crazy in a way. It wasn't the first time he stepped in the middle of enemy territory and challenged someone likely to be vastly above his own level after all. The fact he wasn't dead thuis far wa a miracle, and the vanguard operative was going to keep pressing his luck until he hit the top, or fell a burning star.

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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Fri Nov 06, 2015 8:37 am






COYOTE STARRK


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What this man did not appear to understand was the simple fact of being a hollow: they did not have bones. Once their masks were shattered or otherwise destroyed, that was it. They died. Such was the nature of a hollow, as was the nature of the one that he had sent flying. Hollows usually only regenerated after taking some amount of damage; that was why it was best to destroy them by attacking their heads, cleaving them off in a single stroke.

"...What else would you call this merciless beating you're doing on these hollows…?" Starrk muttered, looking around at their beaten forms, his eyes widening slightly as he realized that they were not in fact dead. ...so he's… just using them as punching bags…? That's… fairly barbaric…

"No." Starrk said flatly in reply to his request for a sparring match… to which Lilynette lifted up her foot and smashed it firmly into his buttocks. Starrk's body was sent downwards and outwards, his face skidding across the ground as he gradually came to a stop.

"YOU IDIOT! YOU CAN'T JUST LET HIM BEAT OUR KIND UP LIKE THAT! DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SPINE?!" Lilynette demanded, rushing to him as she picked up his body and began to shake his torso. Her face then turned back to the man, a slightly disgusted look on her face. "...This moron sleeps for more like twenty hours a day. If I let him, he would sleep for weeks." With that explanation, Lilynette would pull him back to his feet, making Starrk clumsily reaffirm his posture, not feeling the pressure that he had earlier.

"I'm going to have to sleep for weeks after this…" Starrk grumbled, slowly drawing his sword as he looked at the man before him, his eyes narrowing as he did so. "… Sorry… but I'm going to have to end your thrashing about." Starrk informed the man before him, before his eyes widened as he released his true spiritual pressure.

The feeling before… in comparison to this… was like a faucet to a waterfall. A blue stream of pure pressure, visible even to the naked eye, rose out from around Starrk's body, the sword at his side slowly coming out of his sheathe. ...I am kind of curious about those three weapons, though… hmm… and the fact that he isn't a Shinigami… yet is… beating up hollows..? Did something… change in the outside world…?

With thoughts like those in his mind, Starrk's body charged forwards, his arm pulled back, his left hand hovering over the blade. Using his forward motion, he stabbed the blade directly to where the male's heart was, before Starrk's body vanished, a static noise passing in his wake as he appeared behind the male, his right arm coming down swiftly as he tried to strike along the man's back, before hopping backwards, performing an aerial flip as his brown hair flowed around the back of his head…

A blue light formed at his heel… That was pointed right at the man… Cero. Starrk thought to himself, as the blast exploded from his foot, much larger than the man himself as it exploded upon hitting the ground at his feet. Starrk's body continued to fly back as he moved his eyes over, making sure that Lilynette was safe, though his gaze was still entirely unconcerned. … just how durable is he…? That's my first question.. After all… I don't want to kill him… if I can help it…



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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Fri Nov 06, 2015 7:20 pm




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Dellapero was an odd man with various unorthodox quirks, especially regarding the theme of battle. A merciless beating? It wasn't like he was going around punching them after they were down. Hollows were also natural fighters, especially those that survived up here. The desert was home to some of the most powerful and savage of their kiind. A simple beat down wasn't that bad, was it? In his mind he always considered it a good thing. People progressed most in defeat against a superior adversary, and that should have remained true for the bested Hollows around him. They could improve from this, and develop more in their own culture from the experience...Well, if they survived the events about to take place.

"Like I said, its just a training exercise. They should be getting stronger too from this." He frowned at Starrk's response. Well, there goes the chance of a more proper training experience during his venture there that evening! Or at least that is what he thought for the entirety of three seconds before the smaller Arrancar spoke up. It was surprising to see what he assumed to be the Arrancar;s subordinate lashing out at him like that, both physically and verbally. It was even comical. "Only being up four hours a day? Doesn't that get boring? Sleep is nice and all, but you need to live a little too!""

Grance laughed a bit to himself at the conversation between the three of them.He only regained a more serious composure when the real power the former Espada grasped was brought to the surface. It was even more vast than he expected! An entire pillar of spiritual power wasn't something you saw every day. All it did is excite him more though at testing himself against thi new opponent. He swiftly unsheathed one of his twin blades, only using the one for now. His fingers tightened around the guard, waiting with the utmost focus for what he could only assume was about to be an attack. The pressure of their aura was staggering, probably bringing down any other Hollows that were still standing in the area, or even crushing them if they stayed here too long.

It all started in a flash, Starrk's speed as impressive as the raw power they exuded. He barely had time to act, swiftly bringing the flat end of his sword in the path of the piercing strike to defend himself. This didn't last long, the Arramcar's pace increasing even further in a sudden burst of static. His eyes could barely follow it, tracking their general direction at best. If not for his eyes being able to see things vastly faster than himself, he wouldn't have a chance in this early segment of the battle.

Though heavily outclassed, Dellapero pushed forward from the sand-forged ground, twisting around and getting some distance from the incoming slash at the same time. Even with foresight and his own advanced speed, successful evasion proved fruitless. The steel cut through the fabric of his attire and made a small gash in a diagonal motion. A trickle of blood spilled out from the wound, staining his outfit and causing a few drops of crimson to strike the desert floor. As all this was going on, the green aura that started to fade returned to its full power. A twisting current of green spiritual energy started to spin around him, altering his atomic and genetic structure with each passing moment.

As soon as the Vanguard operative finished his motion, he was met by another looming destructive force. His eyes widened at how fast the cero had formed, and at where it was being projected from. The heel? It was an odd point to specialize in firing them from, but this guy definitely had skill at the art. Derllapero pushed off the ground as soon as he could, the blast ripping through the air and striking the ground in a fraction of a second. The explosion consumed him, smoke and flames spilling out in every direction.

The Human ascended through the smoke, creating a small gap in smokescreen created from the impact. Multiple trails of smoke and embers followed him from the force of the motion. He managed to separate himself from the bulk of the destruction, but a surprising amount of damage had still been inflicted. The sleeves of his attire had been burnt off and second degree burns covered his feet, part of his face and forearms. He landed a dozen feet away, the damage registering to his body and causing it to continue changing in response to it. His skin started to become thicker, spiritual particles being administered under the flesh to slowly reinforce it for more attacks like it. Small trails of steam began to rise from the burns, both from the heat and unorthodox functions in his body already beginning to repair the damaged tissue. It wasn't nearly up to par with an Arrancar's regeneration, but was still clearly visible to those paying attention.

He remained on his toes, knowing very well he had a severe disadvantage right now until his body adapted. Grance shouted through the roar of the flames between them, making one last effort at a conversation before devoting himself entirely to the fight. It is what he wanted, and Starrk certainly wasn't a disappointment even in the very beginning, but one thing had to be addressed. "You know, if you came here to protect the Hollows, starting a fight so close to them is a bit counter-productive, isn't it? i said we could go find a more secluded spot first. I mean your energy alone is starting to crush them!" While he didn't share the same sentiments for Hollow kind as the Arrancar, he did acknowledge them. Or would it even matter if they moved somewhere else once the scale of the battle began to pick up? In any case, he wanted to at least give the option once more. It also gave him some time to build up his ability to better contend with the vastly ore powerful adversary before him.
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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Sat Nov 07, 2015 8:51 pm






COYOTE STARRK


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"...Believe me… with someone like her around… Those four hours count for more than their six times equivalent…" Starrk explained with a sigh, glancing over as Lilynette looked as if she was about to deck him again. Soon after… Starrk brought his true power to the surface, as Dellapero would bare witness.

...So his eyes can follow me… Starrk's mind was rapidly working as Dellapero dodged around his attacks, but not enough to completely avoid his blow. Hmm.. Should I just capitalize on that difference in speed… until I cut through his heart…? Starrk wondered, before his eyes observed the spinning green energy rotating around his opponent's body. ...On second thought… that may not work any longer…

Starrk's flipping body calmly observed his opponent's body having difficulty, watching him become consumed by the smoke. Holding up his right hand, he spoke once more. "Cero." He let out, firing the blast at the Human's ascending form. A wave just as devastating as the one that emerged from his heel fired forth, but this one was wider, to accommodate with the change in angles and the difficulty in dodging an airborne attack. Starrk's eyes had traced the shadows along the smoke, using his powers of observation to gain a general idea of where his opponent was, before firing out the blast with the maximum range possible in this form.

"...These ones…" Starrk muttered, before looking over at Lilynette, barking out an order. "LILYNETTE! I'M MOVING!" He yelled out at her, seeing her nod as Starrk's body vanished… and he decided to use his speed to the limit.

All around the battlefield, the Hollows defeated forms began to vanish. Instead of moving himself to a more secluded place, Starrk chose to move each of them. After all, it was much less of a pain to have to find somewhere new than it was to simply drop these ones off somewhere else. "...Besides… it isn't like our fight won't attract more." He said casually, pointing his right hand outwards, the gloved finger pointing at one great spined wurm-beast approaching through the sands, at which point Starrk looked upwards, his body vanishing again as he reached fifty feet in the air.

...I cannot believe I am doing this… The Arrancar mentally sighed, before waiting for his opponent to join him in the clouds. "...There. Are you satisfied? Now… show me what you have… Human…"

With those words, it would become plain to Dellapero that the Arrancar had discovered what he was. Mostly due to the fact that he was wielding spiritual energy without being a Shinigami… that lead Starrk to two options: Iramasha or Human. But he could feel no chaos energy from this man… so he decided on the latter. So it was that Starrk deduced the kind of being he was fighting…

Meanwhile, Lilynette would have hovered upwards, her legs crossed with her right hand holding up her cheek, looking bored as all get out. "Man… he's not even taking this seriously… he never takes this seriously…" She sighed dramatically, swooning as she got cozy, wondering if the man before them would even drive Starrk into his Ressercion...



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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Mon Nov 09, 2015 9:35 am




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Just as it appeared there would be a moment to recollect and adjust, another beam of blinding blue light ripped through the air and smoke, threatening to consume the Vanguard operative entirely in its destructive path. The strength and speed behind each one was unreal. They didn't even seem to be anything special from normal cero, yet still retained such power with only a second's preparation. While stuck in the air, Dellapero' only choice was to redirect the blast instead, something that would prove to be exceedingly difficult in the current state of things. The weights around his body proved to shine in their flaws, restricting what chance he had of properly contending for the moment. The additional weight of the immense spiritual pressure flooding throughout the area made any stronger motions even more tiring. While all this culminated into a level of difficulty that could very well spell a quick death for him against a more malicious adversary, the man found some enjoyment out of the feeling in having to adjust and adapt to match up against such disadvantageous odds.

Dellapero held his blade out in front of him, using it to take the initial impact while he poured energy into his cellular structure. The cero connected, easily overwhelming what strength had been put forward and pushing him further into the sky. The energy spilled out around him, the blade barely keeping it at bay. The weapon even started to crack already, small chips forming at the steel's edge. His dominant hand burned in the blast's presence, skin melting away and the very muscle tissue even beginning to break down at his fingertips from the current. He warded off pain with adrenaline, the rush flowing through his body greatly dulling the burning sensation on his flesh. More first and third degree burns built up around his legs and face, slowly burning the fabric of his attire that acted as a weak layer of protection from the forces before him.

Green energy spilled out from Grance's body, the Human's muscles bulging outward for a moment as he made his move. His remaining arm was especially effected by the change, the muscle inside it reinforced and boosted to be vastly stronger than his limits a moment ago. With a temporal charge of new might, he swung his fist toward the inside of the cero with an upward curve in the motion of the strike. When his flesh connected with the destructive current, the unique concentration of reishi in sync with his body allowed him to bend the beam of light through pure strength. The bond between atoms and reishi made such a feat possible, and with the adaptation made in haste, he had the strength to make an impact for the moment he needed. The added power of his strike pushed the cero to the left while retaining a skyward arc.

The cero ascended into the clouds, now narrowly out of the Vanguard operative's path. It continued onward until it finally exploded some distance away, or dissipated. Such a feat wasn't without cost though. Steam rolled off both of his arms and the sword he used to keep the blast at bay had taken minor damage so early in the fight. On top of that a fair sum of his energy reserves were spent for that temporal augmentations, only a fragment of that might remaining. Even still the exhaust poured out, his unique power working to rearrange molecules, increase their strength, reconnect them and repeat. It all burned at his spiritual reserves. The early half of a battle always proved exceedingly troublesome for reasons like this. Even if he wanted to he couldn't stop himself from spending energy on the power improving his body every second. But that tended to be a good thing most of the time and it all paid off in the end. It was just a matter of making it to that point.

"Jeez, those things are strong! Might need to stop holding back earlier than usual." Still, that time hadn't yet come. While he was working on defending from that blast, it seemed Starrk had been at work removing the subjects of the light-weight training he had been partaking in prior to the battle. All in so little time? His speed was impressive, maybe even better than his own when it wasn't restrained. Though the Human kept himself restrained like this for the purpose of going above his normal limitations, and that was what he needed to fun for to get the edge on such a superior foe.

He finally landed on the ground, just to immediately be met by the sight of his foe rising back into the sky above. Air combat wasn't really his specialty, but there was a fair point to it. He didn't get why more of them would come in the wake of two immensely powerful forces. Yet still it seemed removing the fallen wouldn't keep the rest at bay. Dellapero leaped from the ground once more, quickly rising to the new arena above. It became immediately apparent he was moving faster than before, thick currents of wind left below. He ceased upon reaching the same height as Starrk, once again putting them at eye-level and at a short-lived standstill.

"The name is Dellapero. Or Dell works for short. And don't worry, things will start getting more interesting really soon!" The damages from before began to heal once again, scabs forming over the burned open tissue and the natural healing process all Humans had taking place at ridiculous speeds. The flesh on his hand started to grow back, the burns slowly fading across his skin. The Human reached for his other sword, quickly unsheathing it for the coming confrontation. It was an exact replica to the first, even with an exact copy of its spiritual wavelength. He still wasn't quite on par with the Arrancar's speed, but the only way to get the edge was to keep going at it until he finished adapting.

The Unknown narrowed his focus, starting to take things the slightest bit more seriously. Even without anything substantial at stake here, the match was bound to prove itself increasingly difficult as time went on. The spiritual current holding him in place began to waver under the pressure of his foot. In an instant he charged forward at his ever-growing top speeds. Though not as vast as the increase from earlier, even in the short period of time where they exchanged words, he had become slightly faster! The green spiritual current continued to spill out from his body, the exhaust leaving a trail of emerald light behind him. He was ready to move, expecting another of those cero at any moment. In the event an endless hell-fire of energy didn't cease his approach, Grance would use all his gathered momentum and increased strength to swing one of the twin blades toward the Arrancar in a downward slash from their shoulder to the hip, almost at the level the Human operated at when unrestrained. The other sword remained at the ready to defend, his senses honed to keep watch for any other sudden surges of destructive force.

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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Mon Nov 09, 2015 3:13 pm






COYOTE STARRK


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...He changed… and so quickly… Starrk was puzzled by this new development. The man before him had altered… something. He went from being consumed by Starrk's blast, to shrugging it off, gaining access to some kind of…. Force and harnessing that force to blow away the Arrancar's assault. ...is he able to sustain that for long periods of time…? Starrk wondered inside of his own mind.

Eventually, the two of them would have ascended far into the sky. Starrk noticed how the man's movement speed had changed, growing faster than when Starrk had begun his assault. "...Coyote Starrk." He said calmly in return, the wind of this distance beginning to blow his hair about, his eyes noting Lilynette's rising form in the distance. "...I hope so… but man, I'd really like to sleep some more…" Starrk explained, before his eyes slowly widened.

Seeing the man's scabs becoming covered over, Starrk began to wonder what was going on. ...Injuries instantly healed… statistics raised over time… He must be… one of those special humans… Starrk thought to himself, remembering the last encounter he had held with one of these beings: a Shizou Heiwajima. While Starrk would not forget the name of the man before him, he was unlikely to ever say it out loud. If he's growing slowly stronger… then I need to finish this quickly. Starrk decided, even though it was something he most certainly did not wish to do.

As the attack came towards him, Starrk's eyes followed his opponent's weapons, his body sliding over to the left as he smoothly dodged the first blow, Starrk's right arm coming down as he brought the blade into the man's other sword, attempting to hold it down while that blue light formed on his chin now of all places.

Cero. Went the thought, as the blast from his chin exploded outwards, smashing into the male as Starrk's right arm slid off of his opponent's blade, glancing over at Lilynette as his left hand pointed outwards at the male. "Cero." He continued, the blast echoing outwards as it smashed into where Dellapero's body that he had already assaulted would have flown, the force of the departing energy ruffling Starrk's clothes.

"If this doesn't work… you'll need to get ready." Starrk's thoughts passed from him to Lilynette through the unique bond which they shared, seeing her nod in the distance as his head turned back to the battle. The familiar BZZZT of Sonido was let out into the world, as Starrk shot back towards his opponent. Appearing behind him, Starrk's blade whisked outwards, attempting to slash the back of his neck wide open. Vanishing just as quickly as he appeared, Starrk reappeared in front of the man now, his blade stabbing out as it went for his opponent's heart.

This, too, was a feint, as Starrk's left hand appeared high in the sky, the '1' tattoo clear for all to see, the glove abandoned. "...Cero Oscuras."

If those two words did not fill Dellapero with dread… then they were about to, as a black sphere appeared in Starrk's right hand, growing in charge as the beam exploded outwards with its piercing property. It was much larger than any cero that Starrk had used so far, and unlike the others it was not content with simply exploding. It was destructive energy, breaking apart everything it came into contact with and blowing it away, likely consuming Dellapero's entire body in the size of its blast. However, it had one principal target: to remove that head of his, blowing it off completely into nothingness, smithereens. While Starrk did not know if the man was able to handle close combat well enough to stop this attack, he did know that this would prove very difficult for the man to handle. The tension that he had displayed after getting hit by Starrk's last assault was clear enough proof for the male that hitting his opponent hard and fast was the best course of action... no two ways about it.

If Starrk had things his way, this attack would knock the man plain out of the sky, hopefully without that head of his. If his attack did not work as intended… well… things were about to get serious. In any case, Lilynette dashed over to his standing form, where he was looking at Dellapero, wherever the man had ended up. Starrk's right hand slowly reached out, his fingers cradling the top of Lilynette's head as she looked solemnly downwards, and together the two of them waited to see the outcome of Starrk's brutal assault...



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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Wed Nov 11, 2015 6:27 am




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Dellapero wasn't surprised at how easily the former Espada evaded, nor the counter-attack soon to follow. This time he was ready to act though. He swung his other sword into Starrks, pressing back against it iin an effort to keep up a more offensive presence. Even now it proved difficult to overcome the Espada, even in raw strength which appeared one of their weaker fields from what he had seen thus far. That wouldn't be a problem for too much longer though. At the sight of the building current of destructive energy on his opponent's chin, he realized just how versatile their power over the traditional technique was over others. He was faced with a decision; stay and take the moment to inflict some kind of damage against the more powerful Arrancar, or try to avoid another of those destructive waves. He definitely wasn't going to win just playing on the defensive the entire time, but taking too many of those, or one too powerful to the face could spell his end in the battle. It was then that he decided he'd cease holding back in his next assault, finally putting things in more even terms.

As for the moment, his offensive could always get better later on, but the damage taken from these early assaults would haunt him in energy expenditure for the remainder of the fight. With that thought in mind, he made a move for the defensive once more. He increased the pressure on his sword, making one quick effort to push the former Espada's blade back just enough for him to move. The green spiritual aura continued to spiral around him, his molecules making the final adjustments for operating close to his peak potential physically. Without much time to do so, Grance relinquished all of the strength and momentum to slide out of the clash between them and jump back and to the right. The cero was fast, offering little chance to avoid devastation and close-range. Providing he managed to escape the hold, the male traversed as much area as he could before the cero reached him. Despite his best efforts, the size and strength of the blast was too much to avoid entirely.

The burning blue light struck Dellapero's left-arm and a decent portion of his side. It burned away what remained of his attire in that area, removing the sleeves and burning down the twin scarves that swayed behind him down to a stub. The modifications in his body made the damage less severe than it could have been, but the energy still melted down his flesh, burning the muscle underneath and sending strong signals of pain even through the continuous adrenaline rush coursing through him. His arm was practically nothing but muscle now, the naked hand still grasping the sword tightly and covering the guard in a paint of blood. Any closer and things would have been even worse.. The wounded tissue slowly began to reform, but that much lost material would take some small amount of time to fully mend. Until then, Dellapero lived through the pain of the muscle tissue's exposure and having to endure the various forces imposed on them.

Not letting the pain slow him down, Grance prepared himself at the sight of another cero closely following the former, this time aimed at his new location. With some more distance and preparation, things looked less severe for the moment. The Human darted across the air to the right, ,avoiding the second blast's path with greater ease than any of those before it. The finishing touches on his growth were another contributor to the result. The beam of light passed a few feet beside him, burning the oxygen in the air and continuing onward until it dissipated or exploded in the distance. There was little time to rest, his advanced eye-sight catching th moving form of the Arrancar heading to strike him from behind. They appeared like a blur, but his sense could still pick up on them. It was his only counter-measure to those techniques since he lacked any such thing of his own.

Dellapero already began to turn before Starrk even appeared. He knew their destination, though not what attack they had in mind. By the time their sonido ended and they appeared, the Human had already turned around half-way, bringing their blade along with the motion. The weapon picked up momentum, aiming right for Starrk's incoming slash. By now the energy around him had dimmed, dying down to only a faint glow. One might take that as good news, but it only ebbed for one reason. He was now at the changing point. His strength and speed were now on par with the Arrancar's own for the most part, severing the key disadvantage that hindered his progression in this battle.The curved sword clashed with the zanpakto of the cero-slinger, the added energy of the rotation giving him the slightest edge at the moment of impact. The spiritually-enriched weapon pushed forward, trying to break through the attack and find an opening.

That was, until they began to move again, Once again he re-positioned to defend, his determination building up now that he had a good idea just what he was up against. He was convicted to the fight now, ready to see just how far he could go against the stronger foe. Again his sword parried the strike, this time using the built up strength and energy to push the sword up from its lunge and push back on it in a reverse of the same situation they were in just moments ago. Though like before, a threat soon loomed at a range much closer than was healthy. A cold sweat rolled down the side of his face as he felt it. The energy gathering in front of him was of an entire different league from the cero before it,, the words accompanying its construction making it clear. Being hit by the normal ones was only a moderate issue, but one of this much strength from someone that powerful could very well kill him! Were they trying to do that? In any case, he had to act fast. There wasn't even enough time to escape the blast radius of one this powerful

A torrent of energy poured out from the Human's body. He jumped back as far as he could in a single motion, putting dozens of feet between them as the sphere of devastation manifested. The twin blades at his side began to change, their curvature narrowing down to flat ends and their sides becoming thicker. The green flavor of spiritual power was replaced by bright, vibrant white light. It shined intensely at the moment the cero fired. Its dark power was illuminated by the aura of the manifesting Lightbringer. Grance took in a deep breath, the blast moving faster than he could void it even now. It was too powerful to cut through in his current state, leaving only one option. Despite the danger ahead, he relaxed, the point of the blast only a few feet away now.

The cero appeared to consume him, washing him away from sight and continuing onward to obliterate everything past him. The blast's power marked the sky, cutting through the clouds and filling the space with flames and electricity. Nothing fell from the mass of energy, leaving the fate of the one in its grasp left to the unknown. One could even assume it obliterated him with how much power was behind it, but to one with acute focus it would be clear. From the center of the beam, a strong aura resonated. The power of the Human had increased drastically, their spiritual pressure taken up to an entire new league. It still failed to match up with Starrk's, but was still a vast improvement at a moment's notice.

As the destructive current end, a bright light shined in the darkness of Hueco Mundo's sky. A sphere of transparent energy surrounded Dellapero, his twin swords fully transformed to the state of the Lightbringer. The white veil was an extremely powerful defense, one of the strongest abilities in the weapon's arsenal. Through all of the destruction, only two cracks had formed over the surface of the barrier, purifying energy leaking out from the inside. A few burns covered the man's face from what energy managed to get through the shield, but he was otherwise unharmed. A sense of relief passed over him, the storm ended. With the oscuras over, the veil began to dwindle, returning to the form of the center of origin it spawned from.

"Well, didn't expect that. A second later and I'd be in pretty bad shape! Starting to get more serious are ya'?" Despite the dangers of what just happened and the narrow escape from a potential demise, the man was only getting more pumped, not even visually upset over the potential take on his life. Despite being more dense, the very nature of his power had taken on a new lght. Angelic power poured out from him, his mere presence purifying a small area of space around him and brightening up the eternal night. The spiritual blades had become Celtic bastard swords, each appearing completely dull. If his race wasn't already clear, it could very well have been mistaken for a shikai.

A mix of his former power and holy energy coursed through him, amplifying his speed even further and augmenting the spiritual bonds in his body. He was more durable then ever, now even faster than their clash a moment ago without even removing the cumbersome restraint on his body. Though stronger, the new form his weapons had taken seemed odd. Their new form resonated a feeling of warmth and harmlessness. For weapons to give off kind of nature was an odd contrast, but in a way was a deception. They were not designed to hurt, but they could be used t fight by any means.

The damaged flesh from before had nearly healed, the firt layer of skin back in order around the appendage, it still had a dark-red tint, the other layers still forming around it. The repairs were enough for now though. "That is enough of a warm up. Now we can get the real fun started." Grance took his stance, ready to charge once more, this time with improved will and the power to contend with the destructive powers his opponent possessed. He stopped, blinking with a hint of confusion at how close the observer had come. that wasn't very safe for a weaker soul like her to be caught up in their fight. He shrugged, pausing his intended attack once again to plainly ask; "Why are you getting so close to Coyote there now, kid? Not a good idea to stand next to someone in the middle of a fight ya' know! " He was completely ignorant to what was about to happen between the two or the unique relation they had, but it would be clear soon enough.

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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Battle in Foreign Lands   Sun Nov 15, 2015 6:01 pm






COYOTE STARRK


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Starrk felt the man pushing back, moving him enough that he was able to get away from Starrk's assault. Not bad… The Arrancar reflected, though the man was not able to completely get away. It would appear that his greatest weakness would have to be his speed. It simply is not up to par with the dashing abilities of Shunpo and Sonido…

Then his eyes widened as the man's attack came into parallel with his own sealed abilities. ...Hmm. A bead of sweat could be seen rolling down the side of the Arracnar's face before he flashed away again, preparing his Cero Oscuras in his right hand as his eyes captured his target in his sight.

Starrk's eyes watched as he took out his blades, ceasing his escape. No fear… and choosing to meet it head on… is he like that Shinigami Captain of years past…? Starrk wondered to himself, before watching as his blast completely eclipsed his opponent's form. ...No… I suppose not… Although Starrk hoped that this would be the end of the match, a nagging feeling of the back of his head was letting him know that this was doubtful.

Then his eyes widened, seeing the shield that had been constructed, as well as the two cracks in it. "...Now… I'm interested…" He muttered, his face turning to look at Lilynette. She understood the situation, though she would wait until the man's next assault before advancing towards Starrk. "...Not really… more like tired…" Starrk told Dellapero in response, lifting his arms over his head as the white-covered Arrancar let out a huge yawn. He had executed that attack to try to prevent Dellapero from being able to release in a state like this, to finish the match in one blow. It had not worked, however, and that meant that Starrk would have to now actually become serious for an extended period of time.

It made him tired just thinking about it.

And then his headache grew a hundred times worse after the man insulted Lilynette's intelligence.

"OH SO YOU'RE SO SMART NOW?!" Lilynette demanded, the anger plain on her face as her jawline quivered. "NOT LIKE YOU ALMOST JUST HAD YOUR HEAD TAKEN OFF OR ANYTHING! AND WHAT ABOUT THAT ARM OF YOURS? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO THE STUPID ONE HERE IS!" She shouted, before she suddenly went silent from the feeling of Starrk's hand on the top of her head, her face relaxing.

"...Lilynette… that's enough." Starrk told her, before looking his opponent right in the eyes. "We two… were originally one. That's why… to return to my actual abilities…"

Starrk's voice trailed off, his eyes coming to a close as a blue light encompassed Lilynette's body, completely covering her before she vanished, energy flowing into Starrk's body as his hair began to whip and strike about as if possessed by a terrific amount of energy.

"Kechirase, Los Lobos!"


At those words, (Kick About, The Wolves), Starrk's entire body would become enshrouded by smoke. Dellapero could bodily feel the difference… as the pressure being let out by the man before was nothing compared to what he was exhibiting now. Out of the smoke, Starrk's body would rise.

His previous attire had been completely replaced. He was now wearing a white jacket over the entirety of his body, with black pants. Animal furs hung at the bottoms of his pants and sleeves of his coat, and white cowboy's boots adorned his feet. Showing in the middle of his chest was his hollow hole, and where both of his eyes had been clear before, there was now an eyepatch, dark as night itself over his left eye. In each of his hands he held a pistol, the metal finish that same darkness, with two bandoliers going from their hilts into his back.

Pointing the right pistol outwards, directly at Dellapero, Starrk pulled the trigger. However, nothing emerged from the gun barrel like a blast. Instead, a small 'tear' in space emerged, glowing faintly blue. Starrk had used his Cero Portella, creating a rift that held an untold number of cero inside of it. From here, he lowered his right arm… before lifting up his left.

"This… is my Ressercion." He said, before pulling the trigger… and another cero exploded outwards, burning up the air in its wake as it condensed entirely, becoming the size of a human grenade. Shooting over to Dellapero's location, it exploded where the male was standing. Looking unperturbed, Starrk mentally pulled the trigger in his mind again, and again… a total of forty six times, as the various explosions would rip across the air, containing the force of several dozens of the blue cero that he had been using so far, the deafening explosions surrounding Dellapero's body and likely blowing him away as it rippled Starrk's coat back and forth.

Starrk lowered that arm again, before observing his opponent once more, before looking down at his gun barrel as it yelled at him. "OI, STARRK!" "WHAT?" He asked her, yelling just as loudly. "WHY ARE YOU GOING EASY ON HIM!" She demanded, before he lifted up his right fist and smashed it into the top of the gun barrel… which proceeded to get angry and smash itself right back into his face.

"Ouuuuch.. Just shut up, will you… let me learn more about how he survived my last attack… and then we can talk…" After that explanation, Lilynette seemed to calm down… but throughout the entire exchange, not once would Starrk's eyes have left his opponent...



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