Unneeded Destruction, Rightfully....

The takeover of America hadn't been one that had required a grandiose, bloody, and historic battle to occur. The acquisition was as simple as a stop at a fast food resteraunt, with the Queen of Demons simply stopping in to snack on the leader whom had existed previously before taking his place, establishing Shadow Fall's presence throughout the continent in what seemed like no time at all. Bases were set up all over, massive structures that reached staggering heights meant to protect the territory that the typically antagonistic organization were so fiercely protective over. The amount of power and control shown by the group in their ability to seemingly entirely cover and hold down massive tracts of land like this was astonishing.

However, despite all of their preperations and defenses, you can never really be ready or prepared for an ambush, or else it wouldn't be referred to as such, and so when a figure had seemingly stepped into thin air out of a vehicle above the city of Los Angeles and started announcing his apparently disgust with the current state of affairs, the alarms had barely had a chance to begin ringing before the figure launched what was sure to be the first attack of many that this city would have to endure today. The shields on the base itself were strong, but not nearly strong enough to stand up to the kind of power that was being expelled by the being whom descended upon the metropolitan area, the intent to cause even more destruction en masse becoming more and more apparent.

The blast collided with a blast shield with explosive force, punching a hole right through the transparent and shimmering wall of magic that typically was meant to keep such intrusions from happening with a spectacular display of reiatsu and force. As the section of the barrier exploded, a shower of sparks and debris from nearby buildings that had been caught in the blast radius fell down upon the soldiers and citizens below, raining hell down on the base as those on duty struggled to get everyone to apparent safety while they waited on someone to respond to the Red Alert they had put out. Luckily, Shadow Fall's first responders had the ability to be a little bit more rapid than your average every-day crisis aversion teams. And before the alarms had even actually begin to sound, a being had been notified of a breach in America's defense grid, someone there who most definitely should not be. Said being was one whom was trusted, even among the elites of Shadow Fall, to produce results when it came to the term "stopping power".. in a way that was almost painfully literal.

The being in question, Nemain Calliope, had been just getting ready to try and fill in some free time when she felt the break, the notification coming in instantaneously from the Shadow Fall sensors that numbered in the millions within the country. In the blink of an eye, the arrancar had disappeared into a Garganta, traveling at full-sprint down a pathway that was moving so quickly to keep up with the Espada's running pace that it was simply forming circles where her feet were going to land as opposed to trying to form a solid pathway and waste time and spiritual energy. What was a matter of minutes for her was little more than a couple of seconds in the outside world, allowing her to traverse the dimensional distance between the two worlds with an expediance that would've baffled any given olympian.

As Nemain reached the other side of the Garganta, the tear in the fabric of the air above the City of Angels had barely even begun to form when a blur of blue might be spotted jettisoning from the opening, the Arrancar having launched herself at full force and coupling her naturally obscene strength with a surprisingly apt Sonido to move at blinding speeds as she exited her pathway onto this territory which, for her, was one that had not yet had any part of it laid to waste despite her having been there previously.. but that was sure to be rectified here shortly it seemed.

Using this burst of insane speed as an advantage to try and get a quick first strike in, Nemain's hand and arm would then move so fast that it might not even be seen moving at all, depending on the Focus of the viewer. In this motion, Nemain grabbed one of the large, golden bullets strapped to her top, flinging it with a monstrous amount of acceleration and momentum directly for Cero's person. While this may seem like an ordinary projectile at first, if it comes into contact with Cero himself or any other object, the true nature of it will be revealed.. in that it is a massively explosive, Cero-like technique, the power of which might be seen as closer to a Gran Rey Cero in strength, potentially blowing away anything in the viscinity as well.

With that action having been taken, Nemain would allow her momentum to carry her high into the air, soaring into a spinning motion before extending her arms, using them to slow herself down and gracefully flip herself backward with her legs outstretched as if someone had nailed her to a cross and then tossed her like a pancake. The description, while gruesome, is the closest comparison one could think of. As Nemain's head would come around to face the ground, she would begin to fall with speed equal to that which she had risen, slowing by seemingly no effort at all as she descended, allowing her spiritual energy to cushion and slow her descent before she eventually came to rest laying on her side mid-air on a platform of reiatsu, one knee up and one hand positioned under her head in a pose that would say "Paint me like one of your french girls".. for some reason.

The wild-eyed Segunda grinned, her extensive braid flicking back and forth like a wind-sock in the breeze from her height as she looked to Cero, wherever he may now be after her initial assault in his direction. "Cero, right? You're a pretty big name.. Gotta say, I'm disappointed that someone who feels so much like an ally has to act so much like a dickhead." Whether Nemain could've been alluding to the destructive nature of the man, or the Arrancar part of the Hohl Arquero's origins that she was sensing, was anyone's guess really, but either way, the intention behind the opening statement was clear. There would be no treaties, peace agreements, or white flags here. This fight was for keeps.

"Now, why don't you behave and run along. Shadow Fall isn't weak enough to fall to one such as you. And I sure as hell ain't, either!" Nemain barked out, cackling a bit as she did so, a manic grin spreading across her features. "Otherwise.. I'm gonna have to show you how I interperet that good old 'Right to Bear Arms'.~"