War For Australia-Melbourne

"Grr.."

Jetta's teeth grinded against each other, expressing an unsatisfactory of her attacks which dealt a little to no damage against Rose, and her attacks being entirely immobilized and taken out wihout much effort. Her body trembled, as if fear took its toll to start striking her heart, and with her current status and power, Jetta deemed to be an impossible match to go against Rose wihout her bankai nor Resurrección, even with her abilities far beyond most vizards and shinigamis would have to be able to control most types of gases which increases her advantage into the usage of her flames, certainly, she wouldn't be able to match with Rose's raw power, unless she is able to pick out a strategy to counterattack her movements. Jetta definitely picked out the wrong target and the biggest fish of them all, in exception for Zefonse, but that is what makes things starting to get interesting by picking the biggest one to quickly end the fight between both sides if the 'biggest' one is taken out. Her sweat slowly drip down from her forehead, and yet, she breaks into a small grin and gives a menacing stare at Rose, attempting to counter her own fear into fighting somehow whom was somewhat stronger than Jetta herself in the gap of their powers, although herself, carrying the blood and gene of the Yuudeshi family. She mustn't disgrace the pride of her family, and those are whom are held dear to her.

"Stop blabbering your nonsense. My attacks may seemed foolish, weak and predictable, but i know what i am fighting for the moment i stepped foot into this city, my family, comrades, my people, and everyone around me. I don't care if you're Primera Espada, the Strongest or a God, even if you have an unlimited power, you are NOT going to touch anyone around me, nor you are going to harm them, because if you're going to harm them, YOU WILL HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME BECAUSE I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET THAT YOU HAD EVER STEP FOOT IN THIS WORLD!"

Grinding her teeths against each other even more, the amount of flames across her began to build up more and more in numbers, wanting to attempt to overwhelm Rose with numbers more than ascending her flames to a higher level, considering that it is lethal to even herself after ascending her flame's potential. As well as using her hollow powers, she wouldn't even think about using it unless the situation's dire. Rose's fist were swung towards her at hyperspeed, having that much power might fatally wound Jetta if it weren't for the creation of her shell of flames and the oxygen sheild that protects her from harm, or at least, weakening its capability by 20% of its original damage. However, before the fist had approached, her other hand quickly signed its way out to completely vaporizing the flames across the outer layer of her body and gather into a massive group in an area where the fist would've landed. But since her flames did not have enough speed to completely block Rose's fist from landing directly against her guts, it had its time to reach between the sides of rose's fist, capable of attaching itself against her hands to leave at least a small scratch if the compressed flames had its way through to pierce through Rose's hierro and her durability, but before these actions were to be able to take its toll, Magnolia had her way into defending Jetta from being smashed directly against her that may cause rather a lot of damage to herself if it were for Mag's entrance into assisting her from Rose's attack.

If Mag were to fail to at least intercepting rose's punch and either herself or both of them being hit on directly by rose's fist, possibly, Jetta may only cough a small portion of blood from his mouth before a barrage of punches would come through. Her eyes left a small gap between the lids, the speed was indeed admirable, as her body and determination kept her going foward whilst her body stood idle, taking in everything that Rose could execute with as much effort as she could, before a kick was sent foward. Jetta had everything watched out with her eyes through Rose's movements when she was taking as many attacks as she could from rose's attacks together with her physical prowess, and when the kick came into the play, she had everything planned out to take on the kick wihout leaving herself a scratch. As prideful as she would, this attack would've been a pleasant and a simple counterattack with her hollow mask dawned, but she had ideas other way around. With all the flames she could gather from her creation of the flames, Jetta had them compressed so much that it would be turned into a small ball of fire, glowing at an intense level where most individuals would be blinded if they had a glimpse of the intense light that the small ball of fire had emitted. Once the kick had hit, or as far as going through it at a hyperspeed, it would explode seconds before the leg could move an inch away from the explosion from a heavily compressed flames, an explosion so strong that it would have enough capability to take on a basic Gran Rey Cero and enough to obliterate through Rose's defenses if the explosion were a head-on direct against Rose's very limbs of her leg that had its way against the small ball of fire that Jetta created.

If the attempted method did not work, or even if it did and Rose still went ahead to launch her Gran Rey Cero, this was a step between life and death. Such power is indeed vast if she took it directly wihout taking an action quickly. But this did not being placed into her thought, for launching such a devastating attack so quickly when the battlefield just started. Wihout much choice to make anymore, Jetta decided to dawn her hollow mask for a short period of time to execute powerful attacks to both obliterate the Gran Rey Cero and Rose at a fast pace before she removes it, and hopefully, Jishin doesn't take over the moment she dawns it. Exhaling softly and calmly, her glance went foward against the launched Gran Rey Cero, dawning her mask as the flames around her suddenly began to spike above its power, amount and intensity, as well as a slight change in color with a faint of red within the flames. At short, her flames had ascended to a level that rivals the sun we have everyday, Sun's Flames, as of its name of the fire's ascension. Luckily, Jetta was able to gain her control thanks to Jishin's will to allow Jetta to have a temporary access in a boost of power [ Control Was Randomized With A Randomizer Machine, Proof Will Be Provided When Asked ], and through the dawning of her mask, her spiritual power and the capability of her flames were heavily boosted when her inner hollow had his spiritual energy compressed and channeled most of his powers that he could afford to give away to her physical body, boosting every aspects of her physical and spiritual capabilities that she could have for a temporary amount of time as long as her mask is still worn against her face.

Jetta's rage slowly flowed into her heart and emotions as the battlefield slowly expand and grow throughout the fight, as she unsheathes her Zanpakutō and compressed her ascended flames outwards of her blade, her eyes glanced against the approaching Gran Rey Cero and rushed herself foward. With a single swing, vast amount of flames were casted out from her Zanpakutō, together with her enhanced strength by her hollow mask, a single slash from her blade by the flames and through a direct physical hit against the Gran Rey Cero by the Primera Espada, could cut through the cero like a butter given the heavy boost she had in both spiritual and physical capability, and most likely, with her ascended flames and enhanced strength through the dawning of her mask, such power can be as simple as being overwhelmed with both by the execution of her flames and her physical slash would be easy even by one of the strongest Primera Espada. However, its hidden side effects did take its toll and potentially damaged 1/4 portion of her hollow mask and affected her spiritual energy at a small scale, obliterate only a small portion of her spiritual energy where she could easily make it up with and repairing the hollow mask in a few seconds, but wihout knowing, she find herself a wound on his shoulder, a small but a stinging, painful wound that could sting her pretty much at a minor scale but enough to drop as little as a tear by the stinging pain. Unless Mag had her way to interrupt and blocking the way of her attack when Magnolia would try and grasp upon Rose's jaw, most likely that both of them would be burned off to ashes by the heavy wave of the ascended fire, and if the fire were to approach both Mag and Rose during the execution of her attack and depending on the circumstances whether mag would be injured by the flames, Rose only or both of them would be caught between the line of fire that was executed from her unsheathed Zanpakutō, wihout being able to do much since even if she could manipulate away the flames, it would be too late since it was done in a close-range, being helpless herself, the only word she would scream out of a warning, "WATCH OUT!"

Of course, this didn't take her off-guard by the cannons from the sky that launched dense blasts that was shot multiple times against her, but even with such enhanced defenses, whilst having her hollow mask dawned, a swipe from her blade would cast a wave of fiery flames compareable to the sun itself, melting away the dense, protected blasts and completely annihilate what's left inside the blast itself. After the blasts was obliterated completely, one of her free hands pointed before Rose, and firing a cero forth from her index finger with enough power to stand at a level of a master cero and obliterating any objects or buildings that stands in its way of approachment. Hopefully, even such weak cero if at Rose's point of view, could land a considerable damage on her would be enough to start taking things around her seriously, but her seriousness slowly fades as her own rage began to boil and taking over what's left of her conciousness. The extreme determination to protect those that are dear to her, the comrades that were fighting for the protags to regain the very control of Australia, her precious family and those are held precious to her, and the thought of them being harmed just by the likes of Rose was enough to show 'that' determination through anger, hatred.. and Rage.

"STAND DOWN!? I'D RATHER BE CRUSHED TO PIECES THAN STANDING DOWN TO THE LIKES OF YOU!!!"

Jetta also had her own goals to foward as well, and her pure anger had casted away the rest of the existence for the people around her, and her eyes were only to focus against the likes of Rose, she wanted to kill her, obliterate her, turn her into dusts, any methods possible to keep those around her to be safe from the grasp of Rose's hands. Being too selfish and prideful, Jetta wanted to take care of Rose herself wihout any outside help and wanting to rely on her own capability and powers to deal with Rose, and she shouted out with a tone of complete anger, her face was engulfed with both seriousness and anger, aura from her body with the intent to both kill and protect, this is truly odd somehow, for someone to be fueled with complete rage and being determined at the same time. At first, Jetta wasn't a person to be easily provoked, but threatening to harm and crush her comrades and family? Rose just went far past the line of her patience, "Everyone! I'll take care of this person alone, you guys do your role on the rest, because she is all mine to deal with. Don't you interfere or i'll show no mercy. Same goes to those are siding with the woman, deal with your own business and don't provoke me to turn you into ashes."

Flames were gathered altogether around herself again, and this time, it is strategically placed around in each area to pinpoint at possible vulnerability that may leave a chance to leave serious wound on her. The previous punch from Rose was still into the effect, blood still coughed out of her mouth, but she didn't care, she wanted to kill her to protect those around her, that's all she wanted to do now. She covered every openings with flames, from top to bottom, leaving no opening to have their way going through. This time, the flames are different, now, it is scaled being 5 to 10 times tougher than what the previous shell was, and they would have to go through the defense that was set up to prevent any attacks that tries to get into contact with the shell. 6 stationary flames were placed in circles above the shell, acting automatically if any attacks where to get into its area of effect, 10 inches from the current positions of the flames. If someone, or something gets into the area of effect, the flames may automatically try to blast against the individual, object or an attack head-on. However, depending on the individual, it can be easily countered through the use of wind or a water powerful enough to extinguish the flames, or else, a normal water would just simply evaporate.

"I'LL MAKE SURE YOU'LL TURN INTO ASHES FROM EVERY PART OF YOUR BODY!"

END OF THE MIASMA'S POST

One could hardly tell it was the dead of night anymore in the Australian city of Melbourne. There was such a deafening discord in the skies above the metropolitan, concerted with a dazzling light show of fire and energy, that the difference between now and the mid-day was not so unmistakable. Compared to the advent of a pseudo black hole in the heart of the city, the wild chaos that followed and now possessed it was of legendary status, shaming Nozomi for ever attempting to think small; a black hole, worthy of anything more than a footnote in a fight like this? How silly was the blue-haired lady now. Still, as Nozomi hovered within the dark void world of the Garganta, steadily sanitizing a hill-sized mass of anything conductive to blonde one's jurisdiction with electromagnetic forces, there was a definite tranquility flowing through the atmosphere and dead air here. She did not have to suffer through the noise and pandemonium for at least a good few moments, and that was enough for it to happen. It felt as though a fork of lightning came down upon her, stabbing through her mind, down the spine, and splitting her in half as it forged downward. Now this was merely a simile for the pain that occurred, but the two experiences were almost exactly equivalent to each other, as Nozomi's frame of mind shifted one-hundred and eighty degrees. It was known to happen; when her happy-go-lucky personality shattered and gave way to the much darker and serious one, and vice versa. They were known as the Ernst Frame and Lunstig Frame, respectively, and made up two halves of who this strange woman was. The crazed smile that sat upon her face was completely absent now, practically biting down on her lip to keep her teeth from showing. Her vivid energy was now vacant from her crimson eyes, becoming sinister hues devoid of emotion. Once the pain had subsided, Nozomi stood there in the darkness and the silence, as a completely different person. Somber, humorless, bleak. It was about time the games ended.

Nozomi had just about finished her task, fully preparing the compress of city debris for usage in the fight, albeit it did not have to necessarily be used. Content with having the weapon in her back pocket, Nozomi already intended to return to the fight without wasting any more time than she already had; her foolish other personality frame often made poor inefficient choices like this, causing a big mess when such things were not even remotely ideal to her. Now it was up to her to salvage the disarray tat had been caused, hence the desire to utilize her time well. Her visage in the Throat of the World would flicker into nonexistence as though it had been nothing more than a figment of unreality. Consequently, Nozomi would warp back into Melbourne, decidedly distant enough from the brawl to avoid collateral damage from the blatantly reckless blows that were being exchanged. There was certainly a lot to take in when she reemerged, and certainly once she appeared through her personal Garganta, some would deign to notice her return even if they wouldn't quite detect the shift in her mind frame. However, before any of them would have time to so much as acknowledge her, time would stop. Through Nozomi's nearly boundless perception there was no motion, no sound, no action—the particles of dust lackadaisically floating inches in front of her face her completely still, as was the woman herself. The singular aspect capable of function was her mind, processing the information around her at a speed that could not be quantified by real numbers, thus creating this frozen frame of time for her. Unconcerned with the restraints of flow and time, she was able to analyze the situation at hand with ease, gathering all the information she needed literally instantaneously. All the thoughts she had disregarded while she was in her irrational alter-ego state of mind, became relevant now; the attentive studies of her various allies, enemies, and persons in between.

Hebi, Hebi, Hebi. Honestly her favorite person on the party floor by far, but sheerly by the merit of being the only one she had properly acquainted herself with thus far. He still was more of a toy to her than anything, at least as she saw him while in her Lunstig frame. She briefly recalled their game to mind, having been able to draw him out of his controlled shell of comfort and make him lose control. He professed himself a Doctor; his joy in life was gathering information and dissecting his subjects to their basest... and he'd been broken trying to solve the enigma that was Nozomi. The salt in the wounds, to say, was that in their clash, it was she who had unraveled his identity. It was difficult to put into words what that meant, but the short story was that there was unlikely a secret he could ever hide from her again due to just how comprehensive her understanding of him was. Just the fact that she wasn't at all surprised when she found him with the potent eyes of another transplanted in place of his own was a testament to this. They were completely foreign to Kabuto's natural form, but then so were many other facets of his body, as he was an amalgamation of experimentation and yet the synthesis between every part of the whole was melded so masterfully that it felt natural. As she observed the and dissected the Rinnegan with her own powerful eyes, she came to the conclusion that they were always intended to have been a part of the Doctor's anatomy, up until now a missing part. So when it came to fully understanding what Hebi's new powers entailed, she did not have to expend much effort whatsoever. The full range of their capability came to Nozomi almost automatically. This was the benefit of breaking a person down to their basest, and she certainly understood why Hebi sought such a thing. If the man ever dared turn against her, the fight would be far more lopsided than their last had begun... but luckily she was aware that it was not in his best interests.

Rose was her other ally in tonight's exploits, obviously an Arrancar in species, but rather infamously belonging to the renowned Mischievang family. There was hilarity involved with her current predicament, protecting a human city against the supposed good guys and their false 'hope'. Despite the irony being so palpable, she stood easily as the driving force behind Melbourne's defense, leaving no doubts to anyone involved that she was the leader. However sinister the power she wielded may be, she shined like a hero more than any of the invaders trying to capture this city. The blaze of charisma would certainly attract the enemies fists and weapons to her face, probably even make them believe that if and when she was taken out, their enemies' resolve would shatter. Oh that most certainly was a delusion to be corrected in the near future, granted whether they could even handle Rose alone in the first place. When Nozomi started to peer deeper, studying exactly what was granting her all this power—for she was exuding an offense capable of dealing with multiple targets at once—she'd find a rather familiar contraption: The URE Sphere. An impressive invention by Kokuryuteshi, it was a pocket dimension filled to the brim with energy, through which the recipient could receive more than their typical reserve; essentially an infinite amount of it. But there was more, something deeper that she hadn't yet seen before. Her attention was brought to it because it was producing an energy far more concentrated and richer than the URE Sphere. Nozomi couldn't derive much more from the infinitesimal device with the Arrancar, as she had to watch it work in real time in order to discover its source. Irregardless of whether Rose would forever remain someone on her side, or become an enemy in the future, Nozomi learned out of habit, and because she could. She would break down what this device could do in her mind, and and she decipher much more past this moment as the fight continued, simply because it was in her nature.

And thus her survey of the battlefield continued, still not a breadth of time having passed. An interesting focus was that of the blonde lady directly opposing Rose and waging the strike on Melbourne to begin with.That interesting factor was the adolescent behavior she displayed, despite the age Nozomi could detect in her very cells, and thriving energies. She was a juvenile at the helms, acting hundreds of years behind her proper maturity. And it wasn't like she lacked the components of a capable mind, with the way she was masterfully wielding her electromagnetic sway over the environment; the attitude was legitimately representative of a young fledgling. So what circumstances had aligned to put her in charge of an assault like this? The answer was that she was not. A message had been communicated from Melbourne to some distant place, not much more sophisticated than an e-mail, and it had entailed an inquiry to what a supposedly unaligned Rinyūaru representative was doing assisting in a country-scale invasion. While not intended to have been privy to this message, there had been nothing preventing Nozomi from swiftly intercepting it when it had initially been sent. That aside, the truth of the matter was that this blonde woman was not supposed to be here, hence Zefonse's intervention. This one had her master, who now had to babysit her; yet she did not seemed all too concerned with that fact. Rather then bury her impulses, she threw herself back into the brawl in front of him. She was a child rebelling, desiring attention, throwing her powers around like a cheap club. Oh, Nozomi could elongate the insulting train of thought, but she was not in the business of wasting her time on inconsequentials. Zefonse would surely clean up his side of the mess once his charge's foolishness ended.

Jetta seemed to be the only other fighting for the invaders, which did little for their odds. Once the initial wave of theirs failed, the soldiers no longer partaking in this tirade of theirs, the two devolved into fist-fighting against the city's defenders with reckless abandon. They had no plan and their strategy, while likewise lacking fire power to conquer by force. They were not going to take Melbourne, and the sooner this revelation dawned upon them the better they would come out of it. But as of now, Jetta like Magnolia, was merely a display of stunning immaturity that only was relevant due to the happenstance of having great power. She offered no reprise to the aimless firefight above the city, and so Nozomi already knew that nothing short of a miracle was going to save them from the consequences that were about to be brought down upon them. That left one last facet to be considered, in that of the stranger who declared them a blight upon hope in her whining tirade. That was a funny thing considering the circumstances; it was them who sought to bring war, and yet this strange woman, some loose third wheel of the group, was trying to More Duck in slinging her holy white cross around under the pretense of hope. Nozomi had never seen the word 'hope' so carelessly spewed from the mouth before, in fact, since it was a buzz word from American presidential campaigns of centuries ago. She wanted to ignore her, honestly, but when she returned to the realm of the living, this Claire figure was embroiled in the fight within the city just as well, sticking her fingers where they should not be poking around. The course of action she had taken was an image of blasphemy, and now it was time to finally respond to the chaos.

By the time Nozomi took her first breath of cool midnight air, she would already have her plan being thrown into motion, and others would be able to acknowledge her as the flow of time resumed to normal. She lifted her arms up on either side of her like a composer, and suddenly unleashed streams of energy in multiple directions. She had multiple parts of her mind working simultaneously at different actions, none of them hindering on each other as they set to work on their own various tasks. Searingly bright energy ejected itself from her gloved right hand, streaking across the sky from her fingertips toward the bay. Nothing visible exuded from her left hand, but she balled her fingers up into the form of a fist as she aimed that arm at the red-headed Clixx, aiming to take back what was hers. And still yet several mental prods projected out from her to several of the combatants in this fight, mainly those that Nozomi could work with. Yes, the Mischievang and the Doctor were both her technical allies in this fight, yet also Zefonse was queried by the telepathic call for sharing her desire to now end this nonsense. Her mental voice came out to those three, showing the regime shift that had occurred in her mind with a dull monotone voice. 'This is Nozomi, assisting in the defense of Melbourne, Australia. I must apologize for my prior attitude when I arrived, for it was an uncontrollable personality disorder. However, now that I have regained my senses, I can assure you that it will not happen again. What's most important now is incapacitating these invaders, suppressing their rampage of destruction, and securing the land here.' That message was communicated to Zefonse, Rose, and Hebi—but from there the message split, and she was talking to each of them separately and vice versa. It wouldn't take long to communicate at the speed of thought however, so there was still much action to take place.

A single holy arrow had been launched, seemingly targeting nothing while it shrieked far away from the brawl in the sky, arcing down to the surface of the city. As the series of events would have it, the blonde-haired one would utilize her potent electromagnetic powers to tug at the tides of the bay and start a chain-reaction within the minute particles of the city's bay. Apparently she had such power that it did not matter whether she had conductive materials or not—she was capable of targeting individual electrons, meaning all matter was capable of being swayed by her power. Thus, one small wave turned into a greater one, and that one turned into an even greater one, and so on and so on. In a short amount of time a tidal wave had formed and was storming towards the already desecrated city, but sure to smash face-first into the War-Time Barrier and fail to penetrate the almighty defense. Really? What had been seen in this child for her to have been granted a position in this organization? This was overly reminiscent of a toddler knocking over her building blocks because she didn't get her way, and it was pathetic. 'Hebi,' Nozomi mentally prodded the Doctor as her arrow flew down toward the raging waters. 'Open up a small hole in your barrier temporarily.' Nozomi gave him the exact coordinates of the place she intended for him to unlock, and soon an opening was made thanks to the power of teamwork, just before the arrow shot through it. The light radiating out from the projectile caused the water to glitter as it drew near, and it gave off a piercing shriek as it flew, but the sound stopped as soon as it was consumed by the waters. Her right hand would clench now, and the tsunami would suddenly decelerate to an absolute zero before hitting anything significant within the city. At first glance it looked like the wave had frozen to ice completely, but a deeper inspection would prove that it was still in its liquid form. Nozomi too displayed her mastery over manipulation, taking over when Magnolia had let go. That arrow had been the medium to an end, dissipating into mass amounts of Onikagahi that quickly grew through the dark waters before taking hold. Now even the isolated droplets of water were frozen in mid-air like the gargantuan wave itself, just as if time had stopped over this particular space. Nozomi's influence did not end there however, as the section of water that the arrow had pierced through began to violently boil, then steam up once the heat became too much. The effect spread like a wildfire, the entire wave starting to dissolve into misty vapors as temperatures quickly rose throughout. In an impressive six point two seven seconds, Magnolia's pet wave had becoming nothing but a cloud of fog, and Nozomi would proceed to direct the resulting vapors through the small opening at a swift rate, for use in another step of her operation. Afterwards, the War-Time Barrier would seal back up.

Still, equally as significant to Nozomi's attentions were Claire's exploits, which involved her attempt to try and assimilate the corrupt Onikagahi energy into her own pool. As laughable as it seemed, the woman seemed to have a surprising grasp on her energy's traits to be able to manipulate its flow in the first place. The energy was incredibly hard to control, like a wild animal that continued to grow more deadly as the seconds went by. Well, with Nozomi out of the way, and so much lingering energy left behind, surely if there was a way to utilize it it would help immensely. It was a simple plan, except now Nozomi returned, and now not even a gesture of her hand was truly necessary to oust the foreign influence immediately and resume control over her own energy. It wasn't too excessive of an effort; fighting a Quincy over manipulation of energy alone was difficult enough, but Nozomi was centuries ahead of any other Quincy in such a capability, and had a millenium's worth of experience in working with Onikagahi alone. Accentuated by the fact that her opponent was just now discovering the presence of her energy, the concept that she would be able to overtake Nozomi in a duel of manipulation was a ludicrous notion. In a split second, she turned the Onikagahi against Claire and suspended her where she was with crushing force. It was invisible to the naked eye, but what happened was that all the energy she had attracted to herself would press against her from all directions, creating hundreds of layers of dense forces that while not enough to break her right away, would be intensely difficult to push out of. The force seemed to flow against the will of her body, pressing against any part of it that tried to move outward, strengthening in the points of most stress. And rather than be purified and assimilated by Claire's power, Nozomi forced the energy to recognize such outer influences as hostile. Any energy that she tried to expend to subvert Onikagahi would quickly become food to it, increasing the rate of its already rampant replication. It was abrasive upon her, softening the bonds of her flesh as well if it came to combat later. While Onikagahi pressed against her, it was vibrating at hyper-intense speeds to weaken her from the outside and deplete her stamina and strength. It was an impressive trap that did not seem to have an easy one step solution.

As both those things occurred at the same time, Nozomi struck up a personal conversation with Zefonse, who had already threatened to intervene if this continued any longer. Now that she had explained her previous dilemma—throwing away her pride without a second thought as it would be nothing more than a hindrance in a situation like this, admitting that she had gaping flaws—and was now displaying her efforts in order to swiftly bring a conclusion to this pointless clash, it was time to pull him over to her side. It was not a trick or pretense, but sheer sensibility. If he did refused to listen to her, then he was the one being blinded by his stubborn pride. She had not broken communication from him, and it would seem as if she had never stopped talking to him proceeding her previous message. 'Zefonse, surely you must know we are taking the part in defending Melbourne. You cannot ask us to stop when others are threatening this city; when your people are threatening this city. We will not bow down to such an idiotic demand, no matter how loud you scream it, and will continue to fight as long as these children are allowed to rampage around here like this land is their personal sandbox. What I suggest is that at the very least you control your hound, if the Rinyūaru are truly believed to be neutral. This fight would end even sooner if the other invaders are incapacitated... we both share the desire to want to end this nonsense, so you can either continue shouting or you can assist us in suppressing the assault. Otherwise, just keep standing there and watch your organization's name tarnish under the actions of your subordinate.' There not a single undulation in the tone of the blue-haired woman, not an emotion to gleam from the mental voice. The link was kept open if the man had any sensible words left in him, but aside of that was silent, as it was personal between Nozomi and Zefonse.

Following that short message, it was Nozomi's call to action. She would shoot forward with the full intentions of drawing into arm's length of Jetta, who had the most reason to be here over Magnolia. Her form was a blur, rocketing forth on a platform of Reishi, performing the God Step known by most Quincies. Similarly, the massive field of fog had by now made it over to the fight, and propelled itself toward the same destination from a different angle. Nozomi would miss crashing into Magnolia by a few inches, passing her as she was on her way to punch Rose in the face, unaffected. Now she was entering risky territory, an atmosphere of dancing flames that each had enough power to burn her to a crisp in a second flat. She had to enter her own serenade of Demonic Radiance, the dark Onikagahi that swirled around her invisibly. As Holy Arrows formed from thin air around her and shot outward like guided missiles, intercepting the dense wisps of fire that reacted to her presence. They clashed in a swift sequence of blindingly bright detonations—fire and plasma—consuming each other once the flash faded out. Still the shell of molten light remained, surrounding Jetta and giving her the likeness of a miniature star. But that was the only thing that left standing between them, as Nozomi halted just before the swirling inferno. That's when the vapors hit, a torrent of gaseous water stampeding over the fire barrier from the right to left, and surprisingly, slowly tearing away at the shield. Once a patch of the shield was broken away to reveal Nozomi's deathly serious face to Jetta, she'd know that the mist had transcended beyond its normal capability much like her flames; enhanced. Onikagahi's capabilities were many, and as the two transcendent elements clashed, fire's weakness to water would show. The molten shield peeled away as the current of mist didn't seem to end, soaking Jetta's clothing and skin in moisture and weakening the flames that were coming off of her. Then Nozomi's voice came out blaringly loud, forming the words from her mouth but enhancing the sound waves with Onikagahi to echo across the whole of the city, probably deafening Jetta who was the closest:

''This is your last warning: You have barely scratched at the surface of our capabilities. If you continue to fight, then your fate will be sealed, and you will die here for the war you are committing. You will not be able to win, you will not even come close. You will simply waste time until your end comes, so end it. Surrender peacefully and you may be able to leave this place alive.'' While this announcement was going on, they would notice something of an incredibly grand scale if they so much as looked slightly downwards. It was incredible how fast Nozomi's Onikagahi was expanding throughout the city, as it now had spread through to the very edges. All the rubble of the destroyed buildings was disappearing, being eaten away by a strange reddish glow. The entire mess was just vanishing, and simultaneously this glow was spreading to the various scenes of devastation and... creating the city anew. The streets were molding back to their correct shape, the fissures closing up and being sealed by new paving. The skyscrapers were slowly being built back up from the base, alongside every other house, car, statue, post, et cetera. Melbourne, once a display of ruin, was gradually becoming its whole yet again. There did not seem to be any manipulation of materials here... Nozomi was actually creating the necessary matter from something somewhere, and it was a glorious sight for those on her side. Meanwhile, the woman herself hadn't moved, making it seem as though she was not the one behind this wide-scale reconstruction at all. She focused on Jetta with an unblinking stare, and reiterated her words as she attempted to place her hand softly on her right shoulder.

''This is your last warning: You have barely scratched at the surface of our capabilities...