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Subject Post 31PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Sat May 06, 2017 12:00 am



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As once more the very air had slowed to a crawl and the forces that acted upon the body ceased to be, sting's fist had struck. Normally it would have slammed straight into her bodice and caused considerable harm, however as the force slammed into the girls body it collided directly with the barrier that surrounded her skin. This condensed layer of electrons which had their polarities inverted to repulse from one another would absorb the initial shock of the fist. The stronger the force enacted upon it the more the electrons resisted coming into contact with one another. It was a very simple principle seen when like charges were pressed together on a magnet, however this concept was taken and magnified many times over, to which the force was redirected to radiate downwards towards the ground, this causes a vast majority of the force that would have caused bones to break and blood to spatter to dissipate and shatter everything in a multi-block radius.

Needless to say, large fissures spiderwebbed across the asphalt covered earth, electrical conduits and power lines found themselves dislodged from their fixtures and housings to be sent asunder. Both blows hit but at the same time, they for a lack of a good explanative Failed to impact flesh directly. Instead the distributed force worked by being diffused against the barrier while capillaries in the skin broke and pure white flesh blossomed like red roses, blood splattering across her bandages from within. In normal situations she’d probably shot off like a rocket, but right now because of being in a zero velocity zone there would be no movement. Rather minor fractures formed in the bones of her ribs, maybe one or two of them broke from the indirect force of the attack, but nothing more serious than the external wound visibly inflicted and the internal fracturing of her bones had taken place yet.

However that wasn’t to say that the punch itself was simply shrugged off. If she was to describe it accurately, it was like being hit by a falling boulder that weighed hundreds of tons without her being prepared for it, coupled with the force of a raging beast. Pain roared within her veins and elicited a very primal pain response from her. As velocity returned to it’s normal state magnolia’s blades shifted until the swords seemed to overlap, lips curling back to show her bloodstained grin, canines glinting menacingly in the light as her foot slid back and she said in a barking tone that would ricochet across the battlefield, accompanied by a surge in spiritual pressure that seemed to continue to rise without end.

Once more, Ascend Past Your Limits! Mōretsuna raijin!

Two blades became a long spear-like object as finally in terms of raw reiatsu magnolia had most likely surpassed sting, her celestial levels of energy weighing down upon the battlefield. The raw energy forcing down upon the very air surrounding them with enough force that it would cause for the very ground itself to sink while finally magnolia’s bankai was revealed. Then the next phase took place, soon lightning rumbled; surrounding her body in a corona of sparks once more. After her body would vanish once more, this time most likely even in stings enhanced stated he’d find that reacting to this next attack would be not only hard to do in terms of physical actions, but simply through cognitive awareness it might be challenging as well. The reason behind it being that in this moment that magnolia vanished her speed had been forced to it’s upper-bound before going into flash step around 1000 feet from sting. From there through a technique known as burst mode within her lightning flash-step the speed of her flash-step had doubled.

Another aspect would take place however hidden beneath the brilliant corona that accompanied her vanishing. This would be that a veil of energy had begun to encase her legs, covering them in a faint veil of blue. Now once exiting flash-step in that brief moment that her weapon slid downwards, she did something else. The force present from her upper bound of speed, coupled with her weapons titanic weight, and the speed and inertia from the flash-step would all converge onto the surface of the blade on the tip of her weapon. If this hit then the force behind it more likely than not would be enough to send sting straight down into the ground, shattering everything within upwards of four to five miles due to the fact that magnolia hadn’t held anything back. This combined ontop of the staggering weight of her zanpakuto and the other aspects due to speed related skills, her already overwhelming strength potential. Her ribs screamed in protest and the muscles in her arms swelled as a lone vein would pop up on her forehead.

Demon shattering blows concept was then applied on top of that so that in this moment the amount of force present would take that five mile radius and make it into a crater, buildings simply would blow apart from the massive amount of force that she was exherting. In testament to it, due to the wounds already inflicted from stings previous blows, blood bubbled up slightly from her lips and her kimono’s side was dyed red even more than it previously had been. However as her hair whipped about her stoic face had a smile on it. Even amidst the pain that burned in her core from stings blows she felt a sense of elation maybe? Or possibly excitement due to the prospect of the battle that was unveiling before her eyes.

It was probably for this reason that she held nothing back in this blow, and she wanted sting to take it head on. More so she wanted to see him fight against it for the very same reason she retaliated with such an exaggerated attack. Pride. This was a matter of pride to her now, it was no longer simply a battle of good and bad, rather it was her warrior spirit and her own path that made her strive to such extents. She wanted to do battle now, which was why her boisterous and naturally loud personality finally came to a head as she roared whilst baring down upon him with all her might.

”..If your a man, take it head on! Don’t be chicken shit about it, because here i come!”


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Subject Post 32PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Wed May 10, 2017 12:07 pm


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There was someone else here. Someone else who was so mind-wrenchingly strong that it made Yaksha want to dig a hole and bury himself in it. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to leave this place, to make like the noble cockroach and bug out before he got killed, that his death here could serve no purpose. He wasn't sending a message, or being martyred if he died here, he was just...stupid. And a hollow dying a stupid death wasn't even something worth remembering. What he needed to do was run, and run, and keep running.

And yet there was still some small voice in the back of his head, needling at him. Telling him the time for running was over. He could feel it moreso than hear it; a faint, melodic humming, something that seemed balm to his scorched nerve endings, and water to the increasing flame of his hunger. His brain was starting to resurface by degrees, little by little, and he finally actually felt like he might be able to speak. He actually snapped back to realize he was humming out loud, the same tune that had been tinkling merrily back in his head. He ran a hand across his head, feeling the faint shards of glass embedded there, and pushing to his feet.

"All I need is one opening. If I can't end this in one strike, then you can do what you please. Run wild, destroy as much as you like. But get me that one opening before you do. I'd like to ask that bastard a question before I leave."



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Subject Post 33PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Thu May 11, 2017 2:11 pm

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The white haired woman had a Spirtual pressure so great it even made Ritsuko quake in terror. She's heard about shinigami and their unique ability to unlock their zanpaktou's true power or a "Bankai" as they call it. Ritsuko couldn't tell but the white hair woman had what appears to be electricity and other sources radiating from her body.

"So this is what a shinigami can do...such power"

Watching as the impact of those two caused power lines to fall apart, the very ground beneath them to forming large fissures and destroying any house within the radius. It was like two unstoppable forces clashing with one another causing wide destruction in their path; Ritsuko was glad that no innocent people were around to witness this chaos insued.

Before a quick thought came passed her head, she's within the blast radius and with that the whole house was shattered there wasn't any time to get out of the house so Ritsuko decided to use blut to soften the blow it wasn't the best but it was better than being crushed. Utilizing blut her arms and legs became covered in blue symbols ready to endure the impact.


The building crumbled
despite the debris being softened due to her blut vein it still left a critical injury onto Ritsuko; her patella and femur bone on her left leg was broke almost to the point of her using her blut arterie to lift the stone concrete to get a better look at the injury. "Come on..come on" upon realization her leg had blood oozing down her left leg she would cry and whimper at this point but this wasn't the time not place.

Ritsuko wanted to make an impact on this fight even if the bones on her left leg is broken but it was better than just sitting around watching others do the fighting for her. Ritsuko crawled over the ruined debris and made it to the soft grass; the pain was unbearable but at least she was still alive. An open area to get a better sniping location although she won't have any cover to hide in, using reishi manipulation to create her sniper once again and deployed a bipod. Before Ritsuko could take the shot however she unloaded her magazine making sure to insert the armor piercing round into the chamber.

"Alright, I should be good now"


She had her sights on stings head and took a deep breath before pulling the trigger and then....*bang* a loud shot could be heard from where she was sniping from and if she missed? Well try again, but if she's spotted? She's basically screwed...so
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Subject Post 34PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Mon May 15, 2017 5:02 am

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Sting grinned as he felt his fist connect. He felt every aspect of the punch, the force, the surface of impact as well as the resistance. He felt his fist dig into a layer of defence as his power exploded across the girls surface. Finally, she had received a clear strike. As Sting fist made contact the immediate vicinity exploded from the pressure that had been re-distributed by the girls form of defence. It was rather impressive to have redistributed so much pressure so quickly, but as Sting concluded his quick one-two combination, he came to notice a blood tainted grin on the girls face. This was the first time throughout the whole fight that the girl had grinned or showed any form of emotion, it was rather strange.

As he concluded the combination and jumped back, velocity began flooding into the surroundings. In the meantime, Sting stood motionless, his breathing heavier than ever before. His electric current armor slowly fading away from the base of his skin. Naturally, the electro defense was still active. In that very instant, the girls spiritual pressure sky rocketed. The very earth began to shake in response to the girls immense power. With the little spiritual sensing capabilities that Sting possessed, he felt her spiritual presence surpass his own.

“Ey old man-… what’s going on?”

His thought was met with an abrupt response. His eyes registered the blades transforming into long spear like objects while the inner hollow promptly replied “Her form is changing for the second time, 93% chance that she has released her Bankai.” . The statement from his inner hollow was almost like music to his ears…

Sting smirked, as the very pressure that had donned of the girls body began to bring him to his knees. Every part of his body resisted, he wasn’t in perfect condition and had he have been, he would have been more than fine with the girls’ ascension in spiritual energy. As Stings electric current armor dissipated, his reactions dulled. But as the ground around them caved in from the very pressure of their existence, buildings erupted around the group and sparks danced across the buildings that were once sky scrapers, much like the building that Sting was stood upon when he initiated his attack on Magnolia.

As the building began to collapse, Sting release a current of electricity into the building that quickly latched onto the nearest electrical appliance to allow Sting the ability to subconsciously map the electric structures of the interfaces. His electrical signals promptly altered the electrical signals that were emitted which essentially gave him full control of the nearby circuitry utilised by the building. He made his body a transceiver for the electrical signal manipulation. The waves of electricity began radiating across the network of electricity that powered the entirety of Jamaica, within a matter of seconds, Sting began draining all electricity from his surroundings; unconsciously editing their wavelength to prevent his opponent from being able to manipulate his waves of electricity.

Stings iris began to glow as the girl finally opened her little mouth.

“ARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ILL ENJOY FUCKING YOUR CADAVER!”

In the half of a second, he noticed the spear coming towards him, but even that wasn’t enough time for him to evade the attack. Instead, as the blade pierced his body, he redirected high voltage electricity across his skin, utilising the heat generated by the high voltage to instantly shut the wound that was opened by the spear. Considering the pressure that was generate by the attack, the blade would receive resistance from the electric current armor, before abruptly piercing both the armor and the surface of Sting skin. As the blade travelled toward him, Sting edged his body ever so slightly to allow the blade to travel into and through his shoulder. However, the instant the wound was shut, the girl wound be put in the situation where she would have to apply a lot of pressure to withdraw her weapon from the depths of Stings body, which would be a rather difficult feat to preform from a motionless position.

In the meantime, as the blade entered Stings body, his right fist shot out instinctively, aiming to strike the girl in the chest once more. However, because of the absence of the speed factor, Sting release electricity at the top of his elbow in order to rapidly push his arm through the air and toward the girls chest. This would put her in a bit of a predicament as she would either have to release grip on her blade and run or receive another one of Stings deadly punches. Sting didn’t have enough spiritual energy to bring his surroundings down to zero velocity, as a result he simply amplified the speed at which his fist travelled to it’s destination. Velocity amplification. The fists speed would hundred fold out of nowhere approaching speeds nearing Mach 4; this was to give the girl a false hope of being able to avoid the feeble punch, having her focus on her spear more than the punch. If Stings fist made contact, his wrist would instantly shatter the moment after it made contact and fully released his power into the body of the young Shinigami. Sting was more than conscious of the defense that the girl had previously utilised, after all it had a bit of resemble to Stings very own electro defense. Therefore, as his fist approached, it would appear to be coated in yellow electrical energy. However, the energy didn’t crackle; as his fist approached all the negatively charged electrons on Stings fist would begin to instantly attract the positively charged electrons on the girls defense, essentially amplifying the power of his punch while creating an opening for Stings attack.

If his fist made contact in this scenario, it would be a game changer. The duo were in a bit of a stalemate situation, however if Stings right hand connected it would instantly force the surface of the girls skins to disintegrate from the initial contact alone. The force generated would dance across the girls internal organs, potentially critically injuring her. However, if by some miracle, Stings fist didn’t connect, his eyes would simply roll back as he’d begin to fall back toward the very tower that he initially started his venture on, it was nothing but rubble at this point, on his descent, a spiritual bullet would strike his electro defense, fighting against the high voltage electric current for no more than a second, edging a centimetre into the armor before dissipating.







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Subject Post 35PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Tue May 16, 2017 9:50 pm



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There are moments in life where everything slows down to a crawl. In times of trauma, and in times of great peril. Times where choices have to be made. For magnolia as her weapon ripped through flesh and sawed through bone, she had a moment of elation, followed by her eyes narrowing in the beginnings of the moments of danger that followed it. The very skin seared shut around her blade, the curved edge having completely destroyed the males shoulder. Her feet and legs already saturated in the energy needed for her explosive steps hakuda technique. Muscles, bone all of it had been reinforced by reishi after the initial turn had passed where the glow of energy had formed on her legs. Using the increased power she had faced the male before her. Exherting force on the ground which was enough to cause it to shatter again.

It was just barely enough force to contort her body, to move her body just enough that the wound no longer hit her chest, and instead the crunch of the bones in her shoulder. The feeling of blood spraying out of the back of her clothing, dying it red as the muscles in her arm had begun to be shredded by the actions that took place. Blood sprayed from her mouth because the shockwaves of the attack still rattled already strained muscles and organs. It was a pain like no other while magnolia’s gaze never left the face of the male before her. Rather it was because of her pride that she instead stepped in, the damage worsening as her body eventually slid the fist jerking around, and a roar left her lips.

She with a wild fury she hadn’t known she possessed ripped the weapon from the males shoulder, using her one good arm to be capable of pulling off this feat. Blood spattering across the ground as her other arm flew in an arc in time with her body moving back. The arm limp and barely usable, and magnolia had only just begun to manipulate her own electricity to revitalize damaged neurons, to see just how bad the damage was which had caused her to feel like she was having hot flashes. The few steps she took backwards had been unhurried as she had watched the male fall backwards. Her blade shifted ever so slighly as she spat out more blood and looked down at her body. She looked down at the ragged wounds that adorned her from this fight. Even now though every instinct in her body screamed for her to finish him off.

”..Why are you hesitating young one? Are you but a pup who is still wet behind the ears? FINISH HIM!” Her zanpakuto egged her on, his deep voice booming in her mind as within her inner world he watched, his own aprehension over the wounds that had been inflicted upon her well deserved. He was quite the worry wart after all.

Her muscles bunched and she herself tried to force those last actions which would finish this fight. Yet, she let out an exasperated sigh and her weapon slid down. She figured sting was close to unconsciousness, and despite the fact her guard was still up, beads of sweat dripped down her face, intermixing with blood from her lips and wounds. So taking a gamble that he was still moments away from unconsciousness she spoke her words echoing loudly for him and him alone.

”..If you wish, find me again when you become stronger. I will be waiting. “

It may have been a cliched thing to say, but the man before her had left quite the impression upon her. He was brash and especially regarding his word choice he seemed quite crude, but none the less, he had ignited something within her that had got her blood boiling. She truly in this sense wished that he would continue to grow stronger until such a time that she might be the one who falls. Until that time though she felt that it was time for her to leave as well, so that her body could mend, and so that she could become even stronger than she currently was.

She’d however leave him with some parting words.

”..Tyranny is not the answer to strength, seek it on your own, become stronger with a purpose, and stick to it. Do not be a rabid dog.”

Afterwards she’d vanish as shockwaves followed in her wake and she had left to find a place to recover from the grevious wounds that had been inflicted upon her body, and even as the ground soon became but a speck she looked down and her zanpakuto asked her a question.

”..Why didn’t you finish him off? It’s unlike you to leave an enemy breathing if they are defeated. “

Magnolia exhaled as she pondered that sentiment, her energy while it was flaring around her seemed to be greatly diminished from the drain of battle, most likely it could be said that her body was already reaching its limits, yet while she was leaving she wondered just why she had been unable to give him a final blow. She exhaled and responded her words a whisper that no one else but her zanpakuto could hear.

”I don’t know why, i guess i had a good feeling about him. It’s a strange notion to me as well.”

She continued to ponder it long after jamacia had long since vanished from her sight.

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Subject Post 36PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Thu May 18, 2017 10:25 am


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Yaksha simply sat atop his stone, watching all of the events unfurl, step by step. The woman's power was immense; not merely immense, but cataclysmic. Yaksha knew that even with his trump card he could hardly have expected to survive against her for a single second. But her opponent? He had been...arrogant. And rash. He'd tried to smash his head against a brick wall time and time again, tried to use brute force to bypass an obstacle that clearly called for finesse. And he'd nearly succeeded, frighteningly enough. Yaksha could see she was on her last legs. But the victor was obvious.

And yet...

Yaksha's tongue flickered out, and for just a single moment there was a greenish corona around each forked prong. Something had been bugging him throughout this fight, something that struck him as oddly familiar. His mind had been trying to sift through it, make sense of what he was recognizing, but the pain and the hunger had left his mind feeling more like a sieve; every time he came close to thinking, he would feel his mind scatter in a burst of white noise. This man smelled familiar, and Yaksha didn't know why, and it infuriated him. And now he wanted to walk over there and rip his throat out so this question would never plague him again.

But some part of him told him it wouldn't work that way. This question would keep coming back, over and over. And he'd need a lot more than a single dead man to cleanse it from his mind. So he sat, his mind stretching and reeling and darting about, like a fish trying to avoid being caught with bare hands. But finally, the word bubbled back up from the depths of his head. A word that made him slip back to his feet, and rest his hands by his side.

Vizard. That's what it was. This man carried with him the smell of hollow. So faint he never would've noticed it if he hadn't been throwing around his powers so freely.

"It's not over yet. The fight is about to start anew. I need you to get me an opening. I can't be certain, but I may have just what we need to stop this asshole's rampage. If you can get his shield down for even a few seconds...I can help."


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Subject Post 37PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Sun May 21, 2017 10:56 am

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This isn't good...not good at all first her bullet dissipated into the air near stings head before it could even make impact and now the white haired Shinigami just decided to halt her attack and leave the battlefield letting the obvious man who made this once peaceful area into a war zone run amok again.

Ritsuko couldn't believe the power that the girl had it was unlike anything she'd ever encountered before and she's just leaving? It's like letting a prisoner only get 6 months and community service in prison for the murder of ones child, he should be brought to justice
Aren't shinigami supposed to fight until the butter end? Aren't they supposed to be a group of people who work in keeping the peace and defeating those who disturb it?

[color:0f42=00008B]"This is just insane....she's leaving and just letting him go, what kind of person is she to just let someone like him around without finishing the job."

[color:0f42=00008B]"So much for a protector of the innocent" Ritsuko just laughed in disappointment like a mad man realizing what his actions had led up too

A wise man once said "If want something done right then you gotta do it yourself" and that's what she was going to do...defeat this guy and get out of here.

The shinigami might've gotten soft and let him live but she wasn't go to let that happen was determined to finish the job even if it killed her.
Ritsuko had a sights into sting once again her finger itching to pull the trigger waiting for the reishi to enter the magazine once again until firing again *bang* *bang *bang* three shots erupted from her sniper one again going at tremendous speeds. If Sting was fast enough he could determine the area in which Ritsuko is sniping from too finish her off.

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Subject Post 38PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Sun May 21, 2017 6:54 pm

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Stings fist didn’t strike its intended target. Instead it made a crisp connection with the girls shoulder, before she promptly adjusted the distance between herself and Sting. His body edged back, as he began to fall out of the air almost like a lifeless little cretin. His eyes were wide open, his vision was fading. It reminded Sting of that fateful day when Central 46 sentenced him to death. Death by beheading nonetheless. His sentencing came after he attacked random squad members, gutting them to death; he didn’t consider any of those worthless pests a challenge, until one day when one of the Captains of the Thirteen Court Guard squads stopped Stings hand in its tracks. His intentions were to remove the heart of his foe, but by that point an internal investigation had been launched into the obscure deaths of the squad members; after months, they had found the culprit.

As he began his descent, he felt as light as a feather. His lips parted for a moment as they did so many years ago…

“BAN-KAI”

The words that escaped his lips were followed by three distinct bangs. The sound waves danced through the air from the point of origin as Stings eyes moved in the constrains of his skull; his head turned as he set eyes onto starting trajectory of the energy bullets. The very instant the bullets neared, the raw energy that was expelled by Stings body because of the release rid the energy from existence. Essentially, his own spiritual energy over powered the energy of the bullets, forcing them to disperse. His traditional attire, transformed into an out-dated black Shinigami attire. Two blades formed at either side of his body as he vanished almost instantly.

His movements were accompanied by black and navy lightning energy that at close inspection resembled a Dragon. As he shot through the air, the blades that surrounded his body began dispersing. The clouds that had formed in Jamaica began to clear and the very stars that glowed in the distance began moving from their fixed locations. In the instant that he moved, a black and silver mask formed across his face. His eyes turned black and his reactions peaked; he was now one with his inner hollow.

Utilising the spiritual energy that he received from his Inner Spirit and that of the inner hollow, Sting bolted through the air, appearing right in front of his opponent in a matter of moments. A white energy ball had formed at the middle of his chest, spinning clockwise at a rather rapid pace. The instant his body aligned with that of his opponent, a bright while light engulfed the area as the white energy ball erupted into a rather beautiful cero. The Holy Ray was what Sting named this specific Cero, because of its sheer destructive capability. It would incinerate the very molecules that lingered in it’s path. Now, if this Cero was to strike his opponent, it would come to incinerate the electron based defence that the women wore by increasing the temperature of the electrons to a point where the electrons would seek to form bonds with all molecules in the air, forcing them away from the area of impact.

Now, what it would do the body of the Shinigami? That would be very simple, it would begin to rip away clothes and skin. Because of the point-blank attack, it would come as no surprise if the Cero pierced the girls’ body from one side to the other. However, if it failed to pierce the girls body it would burn Stings emblem into the girls’ skin. The emblem of the Sabertooth; this emblem would be donned with special spiritual energy which would prevent its regeneration; it was Stings way of branding his opponents for future reference. A technique that he utilised on strong opponents to serve as a daily reminder for them to seek revenge. Naturally, if Sting was to die, the Sabertooth emblem would be lifted.

In tandem with the Cero, came the two blades that travelled at either side of Stings body, they too would come to attack the women. Both blades would begin to descend on either shoulder as a mere distraction more than anything. The Blades were very much real, however the instant they contacted something they would come to disperse. Much like the blades, the electrical dragon that had followed Stings body since his release, would be absorbed into his body followed by the two blades that acted as decoys.

Sting had the element of surprise as his release didn’t triple his spiritual energy like the release of the young Shinigami. Therefore, his presence would remain strong and consistent, the only indication of the release being the expulsion of energy that followed the release. The girl had a clear opportunity to end Stings life, but she hesitated.






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Subject Post 39PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Tue May 23, 2017 2:40 pm



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The wind whipped behind her, and her guard which had almost been completely dropped picked up something. Her head turned around and she could feel it, the figure that apparated infront of her, Sting chikara. It was as if she had given him a gift to only be spat on by a rabid dog. Her spear shifted and her muscles swelled once more. The wound on her shoulder growing even more pronounced as the time she had to react was minimal at best. It would be similar to their previous engages, however as her spiritual energy was brought to an ugly head she roared in her inner mind. ”..Help me, there’s no need to hold back any longer.” Her eyes glinting her zanpakuto spirit’s own energy rose and thundered into existence, her energy began to revolve to an extreme level, pushing the very brink of her reserves that she had remained. If her previous energy was considered a casual output, this turbulent storm of reishi would be considered an extreme of those within her classification.

It continued to rise unhindered before it was as if the entirety of the sky was covered with the mountainous pressure. Electrons popped and snapped in the synapse of her nerves, they fired in overtime, the wounds on her shoulder remained a hindrance; but as it was said in old texts, a wounded beast was a deadly one, they had very little to lose, and much to gain. It was a similar situation here, the wounded beast known as Magnolia ever frosts spear came around to smash into the cero that came close to her as in that moment her body receeded along the gradient the cero partook in. Using the momentum of the blast in that moment, as the jarring force shook her insides and brought blood to bubble from her lips she rapidly increased the distance between them. In this way she used the original attack to evade the secondary two that flew forth towards her.

Attraction rose to it’s maximum as the attractive and repulsive forces she had previously demonstrated formed along the very edge of her weapon. Quickly her weapon seemed to shift as it smashed into the cero, the force behind it billowing out with enough force that the weapon battered the unruly pillar of energies that flew forth towards her. Her muscles in her shattered shoulder screaming with pain before the attack seemed to grow unstable, the attraction of energy converging upon the point of her weapon and the shaft. Soon as her muscles bulged and veins pulsated across her skin and a yell that would shatter the heavens she in a cataclysmic explosion had destroyed the blast, the corners of her kimono obliterated as well as her top to expose the wrappings of her body, which luckily covered her up for the time being. Blackened burns lightly dusted parts of her body as she looked down at sting and leveled her weapon towards him. Her eyes glinting coldly now, as she exhaled once, steam billowing as if within her a raging inferno was being kindled by her warriors spirit.

”..Is this how you repay my consideration? This is beneath any warrior’s self respect.”

Her words resounded as her spiritual energy which was albeit drained from their previous engages, had begun to grow chaotic, lightning interweaving with every aspect of her, causing her to look like a raging thunder goddess that had fallen from the heavens to materialize upon the mortal plane. It caressed her body, it illuminated her wounds, the proud being before sting still not backing down even in her body's current condition. She was despite the exhaustion that wracked her more than capable of continuing to fight. That, wasn’t the problem, no. Even as her breaths came out in pants and steam left her mouth, one might notice the heavy breathing had begun to abate.

It was as if she was returning to her origin, the power that lay within her body began to roil like a raging beast, it was anticipating this battle, it was ready and as she assumed a strange stance, her hand pressed close to the bladed end of her spear she was more than ready for this battle but her words none the less came out with steely determination from her bloodied lips, her broken arm screaming, as she suppressed the pain that was pulsating from it like a wound that was constantly being exposed to the flames of hell itself. There was nothing but the end of her blade and her foe.

”..If you wish to act like a rabid dog, then do so. But if you wish to fight me as a warrior do so without cheap tricks. “

She may be battered, and she may be broken but her spirits soared and her heart pounded. This was the enticing lull of battle. The adrenaline that sang through her veins brought her back to the steely determination that had brought her upon her journey for strength. When she had been on her knees outside her destroyed house in the very beginning, angry with the world, angry at her own powerlessness. These thoughts and many more converged on her as she felt her own powers stoked and now she exhaled and spoke once more. Her words sounded tired as if she finally was done with what had occurred.

Normally she would have continued to fight without releasing, it wasn’t because her opponent was weak. But rather because she wished to test herself, to improve herself, to continue to walk down the path that she sought to achieve. But here , in this moment; in this place. It had been more than a simple surprise attack that had caused her to fare so badly. No it was a grievous affront on who she is. Because of this as her opponent began to fight, he’d feel a dangerous sensation encompass everything. It was as if magnolia’s spiritual pressure was beginning to transcend the very concepts that had been borne around them. The skies warped and trembled as soon she spoke, her weapon not having deviated from it’s previous position once during this entire charade.

”..I’d say good job, for you pushed me too far. However prepare yourself, I’m afraid i don’t know what will happen from here on out.”

Her power enveloped her, and it caused her power to begin to change qualitatively. It broke free from it’s constraints as once more storm clouds formed. The charged particles in the air changing the barometric pressure surrounding them and inducing a sound akin to a roar from a stalwart dragon. The skies threatened to rumble as lightning converged upon the singular point. This was a barrier that she had not dared pass. The heights that her ancestors had been unable to pass. It was the cusp she had theorized she had been able to acheive. The very pinnacle of her power , the acheivemens of all her hard work rose to this single moment. In this place she was determined to break past the constraints of this motley thing known as “bankai”. Her energy continue to rise , and the lightning continued to slam into her, to temper her and make her anew.

Her words rumbled yet remained soft, a clarity to them that shook the very space surrounding her, the celestial amount of energy emitting from her, having increased to the point that it was considered akin to a chaotic fallen god enacting upon the world. She took a step to the side, and what she had said in that moment was.

“From the pinnacle of everything, return to the origin, and transcend your limits Shōten no ten no megami”

Her words were accompanied by her zanpakuto, as they ascended they were one. They had walked the lonely road together. Her zanpakuto which had watched over her ancestors, and rose even further to the dizzying heights of bankai had transcended once more. It whooped with elation, it’s normally fickle demeanor full of pride at the achievement that they had managed to breach. The lightning itself would turn blinding, and from the heavens tens of thousands of lightning bolts converged into the single point of her body, remaking her zanpakuto and returning her to the origin. Finally a single bolt, that had chained from the thunderclouds that had inexplicably formed several miles surrounding her struck her body. It was as if the final shackle upon her unrestricted growth was torn asunder and she finally broke through her previous limits and soared. Her power was dominance, it spoke of nothing other than unbridled passion and power.

It was transcendent, it had a strange sensation to it. It was as if the very will of her mind was exerted through the energy she wielded. Sting would feel the intent of her warrior spirit, it’s raging ferocity bearing down on every fibre of his being most likely. The ocean was a mess from their position, the waves having easily reached a hundred feet in height even here in the midst of the sea, smashing into one another with wild abandon, while the air itself sought to distort from the power released from Magnolia’s shikokai. Soon she exhaled and spoke to him, as her weapon which was akin to the crackling tongs of a thunderbolt was held firmly within her good hand, her bad arm trailing behind to grasp the middle of the halberds shaft.

”..Come, no more words will be said.”

Soon sting would feel the domain within a thousand feet of them shifted. This lightning that surrounded them would be bone-chillingly cold. It would be lightning yet it wouldn’t be lightning. The very laws of reality would be distorted as this lightning defied what was known. Because of this as the lightning converged it would be most likely impossible for sting to gather a handle on it. Because while it was lightning, it was in a sense as touched upon before, not lightning. It was lightning that had been stripped of the concept of heat, and instead in it’s place was the absence of heat, a bone chilling cold. If this lightning managed to hit sting it would be comparable in strength to a cero oscuras. It would cause a devastating explosion that would cause tremors that would even smash into the shore with aftershocks. Huge rogue waves smashing against the jamaican coast while magnolia then did nothing more then that. Her weapon was still ready and her mind was keen of the space around her, which was covered in such a dense veil of energy that it would be hard to penetrate it.

This was her first light jab, testing the powers of her theoretical shikokai, the one she had theorized she was capable of reaching, but hadn’t used to this date. Her zanpakuto had spoke to her of it, but feeling it now, understanding the power that it had behind it was enough to make her amazed. It was vastly stronger than anything she had used before. This was her response to sting, and now she expected him to rise to the occasion once more, so that they could continue this unproductive dance which caused her heart to beat and her blood to roar in her veins. It was time to fight. There was no more words that could be said.

Warning, Magnolia has entered Shikokai .



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Subject Post 40PostSubject: Re: The Jamaican Acquisition   Wed May 24, 2017 2:10 pm


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"This is getting to be rather impressive. I'm glad I came, actually."

Hands folded in his chest, wounds bubbling and boiling as he slowly tried to knit together the leftover strands of flesh and muscle that had been savaged beyond recognition simply by being in the vicinity of this fight. The scope and scale simply kept increasing, and it wouldn't be long before he was himself torn completely to shreds because had been too arrogant to leave. He felt like a man watching a sporting event, knowing damn well that at any moment the entire thing could go up in flames, taking him with it. And oddly enough, the notion didn't scare him. Death didn't hold much grasp over his thoughts and concerns anymore. All the same, to die here would be...pitiful. Unproductive.

And besides. Since when did the Joker show up when it wasn't needed? Everyone knew that the trump card wasn't something you whipped out at the first opportunity. You had to exhaust your enemy's arsenal, after all. And Sting was pretty damn exhausted, if Yaksha was any judge. The woman fighting him hardly looked better, but the scope of her attacks was increasing exponentially with each moment, to the point Yaksha was concerned the entire island would be torn asunder soon.

He pushed up off the ground, moving each limb slowly, experimentally, with the same ease and care one would when they were about to embark on some dangerous manual labor. He reached down to the ground, scooping up some dirt, and taking a deep, invigorating breath; the smell of rich, soft silt and the feeling of it between his fingers soothed him, calmed him, brought his mind back into sharp focus. For the moment, at least.

[color:a1c4=#green]"It's nearly time. One opening. That's all I need. If I'm right, I can turn the tide with a single strike. Do either of you think you can handle it?"

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