HE CAME BACK FOR MORE! Britain Under Attack! [OPEN, RAPID]

Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:32 pm

"HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO BRITAIN!!!"

The voice that came thundering from across the English Channel roared out as suddenly, the port town of Durham was suddenly and violently hit with a terrific wave of pure water. Out of the massive wave, a single bieng shot out, his body spinning rapidly. His gigantic head of blonde hair was stirring behind his head as both arms flew out, his form coasting along the air as he smashed into the ground. A massive crater appeared, demons and humans, the residents of the city being sent flying as the male known as Moonie Iramasha crushed the buildings around where he landed fromt eh sheer force of his entry.

"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI!!!"

The male's head was thrown up to the sky, his jaw open wide as the massive amount of pure volume left his mouth, a wave of sound leaving his body and blowing away rubble and even bodies that had been knocked over by his presence. His head turning around as the hair flew about all over his body. Finally, his body shot upwards, running out of the pit on his hands and feet as his body began to curl in on itself once more. His legs flew downwards, pointing towards the nearest building as it slammed into its side, the entire line of buildings behind it collapsing from the absolutely massive amount of force that his legs were exerting.

"VOI! IF YOU'RE DEFENDING THIS CITY, YOU BETTER COME OUT!!!"

The voice of the male roared as his entire body became covered in his Blast energy. His arms flew upwards as Blast soared from his hands, extending outwards from where he was floating in the air. The Blast energy was slamming into the buildings on either side as they were literally ripped apart into nothing, rubbed into nothing but dust as they were erased. The Moon Iramasha was laughing and cackling as he slammed down into the ground below, his fists flashing out as he slammed his hands into those who were on the ground.

"VOI! COME ON? WHO WILL IT BE? IS THERE ANYONE WHO CAN STAND UP HIMSELF?!" The male demanded as his fists flashed out even more, slamming them into pedestrian after pedestrian, awaiting whoever it would be who would halt his assault and attempt to defeat him…

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Wed Jul 02, 2014 8:31 am

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Artist: Guano Apes - Song: High - Word Count: 2038

The moment that the first burst of spiritual energy slammed into the city of Durham was the very instant that the defenses of the city came to life. Hearing explosions in the distance, an agitated Rose Mischevang already understood that someone was attacking the city with unrelenting force. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce that screaming in the distance, energy signatures fading off the map and massive plumes of smoke rising up to the skies were tell-tell signs of an invasion or attack taking place. Shaking her head and giving an irritated sigh, the face of The Primera Espada grew into a scowl as it seemed like these attacks were becoming more frequent on Earth; almost to the point where it was a daily occurrence with how intense the conflict on the living realm had accelerated since the war for Australia. So it was just her luck that she'd decide to handle and conduct business on part of Shadow Fall on this day. You plan a trip to handle civil affairs in the countryside and you get met with a rabid dog and his quest for vengeance -- typical.

Nevertheless, as much as she loathed having to fight this insipid man, she knew that no one else for miles on end yielded as high a chance of defeating him as her. Therefore, the Espada decided to take to the rooftop of a black skyscraper that was located deeper within the heart of the city. Placing her barefoot against the steel railing of the building, a hardened breath exhaled out of the crimson hair Mischevang's mouth. As the wind started to accelerate in its gust, her white dress whipped in a violent manner against the air current as her brilliant mind went to work devising a solution in a matter of seconds. With the sounds of metallic-like rattling came from the Espada's black leg and wrist chains, the flare of her golden necklace shimmered in the sun -- and in that moment -- her defensive maneuvers were ready to go. Now having her scarlet eyes locked on the position of Moonie Iramasha, she was ready to play hardball with the bold Nature Iramasha and pull the trigger.

Understanding there was nothing that she could do for the people caught up in the first wave of Moonie's assault, Rose instead focused on protecting and saving what she could following the initial blast. Therefore, with swiftness and cunning, The Primera Espada's energy extended across the vast range of Durham at absurd speeds. Expanding like its own explosion, a crimson dome enveloped the whole of the city at hand in a matter of seconds. Taking a deep breath and letting her body catch up with itself, there was a fair bit of strain placed on Rose by expending this much energy in such a short amount of time. This shown in the fact that her body was sweating, eyes were trembling and the Mischevang felt as if she had made a mad sprint in a one hundred meter race.

Despite that, she was well within control of herself and could deal with these somewhat unpleasant sensations to accomplish her job. Clapping her hands together to give a signal to her energy to go into overdrive mode, she rewrote the very code of existence in the city in order to create an exact replica of the whole city thanks to Origin Code. From there, she then decided to create her own subspace in order to swap places with the duplicate town of Durham and the actual city in order to avoid any collateral damage from taking place in this battle. In this way, she'd be free to fight as she pleased without endangering any of her comrades. As, in spite of her being allied with a bunch of nutjobs, Rose never had it in her to senselessly kill unless it was her job to wipe out a target.

Still, there was no time to get lost on hopeless sentiments. There was a war being waged and The Primera Espada needed to react accordingly. Henceforth, on the outside of this duplicate city, Rose gave instructions to her faccion to deploy energy rods from Shadow Fall's research department to be injected to all boundaries of the real Durham. These sources of power would prove to be pivotal in producing a dome around the metropolis in order to protect it from any further threats on the off-chance that Moonie wasn't alone. After all, there were scattered reports from her intelligence that he was indeed affiliated with The Vanguard and this could be a potential declaration of war on their part through him.

At any rate, with the dome's energy being amplified to be on par with the barrier shielding Iramasha Island, there was not much of a chance of many opposition forces breaking through without great difficulty. All that was left now was to give coordinates to the outlands of Europe and transport the duplicate city and it's dummy-citizens to a remote place so that Rose could address the threat herself. Thus, the false-city was intended to be move miles away from Durham and give them a chance to start the process of rebuilding, sending information to Shadow Fall and allowing those under Rose Mischevang's guidance to beef up security and send alerts to other Shadow Fall nations to be on high alert.

(CHANGE SONG HERE)

If all the obstacles were successfully dealt with, all that she'd need to worry about at this point was dealing with the rambunctious male before her. It wasn't going to be an easy battle, as the estimates from his energy levels were substantially high. However, from her cybernetic minds own projections -- the odds were still somewhat more in her favor to win this. Yet, there was a void feeling in approaching this male. The Primera had a decent idea of just who Moonie Iramasha was from the data gathered from his fights in Europe, so the odds of talking him out of this were null. Therefore, with her recent change in persona, the callous Rose Mischevang was going to have to come to the forefront of the Espada's mind to takeover. Dealing with a monster like this required one to be the subjugator and predator. Flashing back to the days of her terror in Hueco Mundo, a fierce and violent approach was going to be needed to quell this situation. After all, you don't become the Primera Espada of Hueco Mundo just as a fancy title. Blood and death coated Rose's past like a blinding shade of deep red.

In fact, there was a hint of rage behind Rose's eyes just thinking about the recent stint of events of hollow's doubting the rule of her sister, Ashlei Mischevang. Never wanting to see her sister hurt or hear ill-will of her, Rose was always there to enforce her kingdom -- even if she never did anything worthwhile to defend it herself. Mowing through row after row of rebels, doubters and those simply seeking to take the Mischevang's row. Each time she plowed through them with her fist, the cementing impact of her right to rule was impacted further into the psyche of Hueco Mundo. Thus, she'd repeat those very same actions here by proving the worth of her terrority by engaging The Moon Iramasha in combat.

So taking off like a bat out of hell, Rose moved at what seemed like teleporation-esqe speeds as she activated her sonido thrusters to guide her to the path of her prey. Gathering up a vast wealth of energy from her EXCCV3 energy cores, the limbs of The Primera Espada were devoured by a shining pink light as she approached the range of Moonie Iramasha. Collecting the kinetic energy alongside her own strength, she was going to plow straight through this menace with the utmost of intent. Henceforth, having enough colleterial force to equal a cero oscuras, Rose's fist was going to meet Moonie Iramasha's face or fist by the time he was finished killing the last false-citizen.

Even if it failed to connect with him, the unleashing of this strength was enough to wipe out an entire chunk of this city in one blow. So one could imagine if he were impacted against this with full-force. Possessing with her the strength to even cut through the strongest of Arrancarkind's hierros, the armor piercing aspect of this strike could very well place a dent in the defenses of Moonie Iramashsa and send him hurdling like a ragdoll throughout the landscape of the metropolis. He'd feel his physical and spiritual body aching as this blow was designed to bring down his health in the form of strain, exhaustion and damage inflicted to his source of nature energy and the lowering of his body's durability as this fight progressed.

So, one would imagine that a followed up combination of these attacks would prove to be sufficient enough impact to get the man riled up and on guard. For what was coming next was more bombardment from the Primera Espada. Even if he were unmoved or sent flying, Rose was going to keep on him like a lingering odor and proceed with plowing straight through him headfirst. In the form of punches to his face, jabs to his chest and a dropkick with enough force to level this town, the physical strength of the Mischevang was nothing to be scoffed at. As, over the duration of her assault, a grimace came to pass over Rose's face as the woman's eyes grew further with an internal fury.

"Y'know, it is rather ironic that an Arrancar is now posing as the role of a protector. A few hundred years ago the scenario would have been reversed." Sounding gruff, stern and very hollow; the voice of the Primera Espada was very serious and to the point. Following her dialogue up with another explosion of energy, Rose punched the air itself in order to send a dense collection of kinetic energy at Moonie in order to continually plow through him as another explosion of debris and destruction would rise in the city skyline. If nothing else, this would keep him moving and allow her to further settle into this battle. "Yet, here we are, playing the role of defender and invader."

Now with her entire body having a flare of pink light engulfing it like a flame, the gaze from the Espada looked as if it could shatter the very foundation of a mortal man's soul; although she very much doubted Moonie cared enough. No. Like her line of thought before, she had faced many like him and mere intimidation tactics wouldn't work. Yet, the fury within her was brewing. However, she couldn't tell if it was at herself, the situation she was placed in, the invader or everything that lead to this point. There were too many conflicting feelings to sort through in her emotional landscape, so perhaps the best route was to vent it out through this battle.

"So tell me, Mr.Invader, what is your end-game here? To tear apart the regime of Shadow Fall? Find the thrill of another opponent for the hell of it? Or is something...more than that?" Letting those words sink in, she'd await to see his response to that and all of her attacks thus far to see if there was anything of substantial worth from this male. If not, she'd not grace him with any further words and continue down the path of just tearing through them him until either The Primera Espada broke or The Moon God broke. If nothing else, the mindset of fighting between the two fighters were similar in that regard. There were always reports given out that the Moon Iramasha yearned for a primal brawl with his targets. In regards to that information -- there was nothing more primal and brutal than the hierarchy of Hueco Mundo's blood-soaked rule. Either you had the strength to lead, or you were devoured, eaten and spit out like yesterdays lunch if you showed even the slightest sign of weakness -- just as it was in the wild sands of mother nature's indifference world.

Wed Jul 02, 2014 1:39 pm

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"Is there one here who knows the WAY OF THE FIST?!"

The male demanded as his head looked up towards the sky, his energy dangerously crackling around his entire body, the amount of energy roaring outwards and causing the very ground around his body to crack and shatter, his golden hair thrown about in every direction as Gravity began to fluctuate around his body. His arms gripped the air around him as he gazed up at the sky, finally seeing the dome that had appeared there.

He could feel the energy that had swarmed all around his body, and for the firs t time he since he arrived he began to laugh, relishing in the feeling of the oppressive action. As he looked around, he saw the buildings beginning to be rebuilt, and internally began to sigh. "Voi… I thought someone interesting had finally arrived…" He let out, looking almost like a disappointed dog who wasn't given his bone. And then, he began to feel himself being… moved?

"VOI, WHAT?" He let out, his mouth opening and crying in pure and utter disagreement as his energy flared, the ground around his body being smashed, a hole appearing in Rose's subspace. Placing his hand on the ground, the male gripped the ground of the true Durham through the hole he refused to allow to be turned into subspace. Through sheer energy and force of will, a growling noise could be heard as he gripped the ground. "Voi… if that's how you want to play…. M.O.O.N…. In mini…" The male stated as he finally let go of his hands, a shining black being left on the ground as he was finally dragged, laughing maniacally as he was moved, his form curling up into a ball as he reappeared within the fake Durham.

"Voi… so where am I now…?" The male muttered, before looking up at the sky, a large smile on his face as he was greeted with the full moon. "Ah… so I'm still in Britain… but farther north?" He let out again, before finally breathing out, looking at his surroundings. "And then…" His eyes had spotted her… no, that wasn't it.

He had smelled her far before she arrived. The scent of despair, but the scent of a bright soul. It was a bright soul, covered in despair. "Voi...What is this sensation…?" The male muttered to himself as he watched her beginning to launch off towards him. "Voi… what is your pride?" He asked the woman as she approached, his eyes looking right at her through the city. It was a bit disconcerting, as the gaze he gave her was the full one of his black-ringed red eyes.

"LET'S GET IT ON!!" The male roared as his fist clenched, throwing it back as he now smiled, beginning to enjoy the feeling of the fight as he finally threw his hand forwards with a terrific laugh. As their fists connected, the Moon Iramasha's face lowered a bit, his smile almost sneaky now as he looked at her sideways, their bodies connected from the impacts of their fists. "Voi, yeah, strong." He told her briefly, before he began to sharply turn his body, dodging about half of her blows and letting the others connect, small bruises beginning to appear around his body as she and he danced about one another, his own fists not making a single movement yet beyond the first clash.

Then, she appeared above him. As she did so, the male's head looked up at her, his body flipping over so that his back faced the ground. "But can you take my soul?" He asked her as without warning, both of the two of them… began going upwards. In a drop kick, gravity is an essential part of being able to go faster and become stronger...and now her Gravity was pointing upwards towards the sky. Meanwhile, Moonie's arms had reached behind his head as he dramatically increased his own weight, his body shooting towards her as he let out a roar, their positions now switched as he threw himself forwards, attempting to slam his fists into her back.

"MOON GOD'S HAMMER!"

The male's voice intoned as his fists smashed towards her, Blast energy covering their entire forms as Gravity swung around them. Far away from where Moonie's attack had occurred, one, two, and then three buildings toppled from the sheer amount of force, and Moonie's body was still moving towards her as he defined her body as his center of Gravity, before turning it in the reverse direction. Now, his form was descending back down to the ground as she was still being lifted up, the Moon Iramasha's feet cracking into the ground as around him boulders began to rise up. "Voi, what?"

The Moon Iramasha looked up at her, honestly confused as the Gravity affecting her body dropped down to nothing, returning her to the normal state as Moonie realized that meant her force was about to impact, and merely folded his arms against himself against the impact as he then hopped backwards, throwing his arms out to his sides. "Wait, are you not fighting me for yourself? Voi?" The male asked, showing how simple minded he was. It was true, Moonie was there for him. Anything about the Vanguard or territory was separate. "Voi, you can't have that wrong!" He said, in disbelief, his face changing to one of disbelief as his chin stuck up towards the sky, his eyes still looking at her.

"Voi, I'm here for me and whoever I find! What's this about invading? Do I look like an army or a soldier? YOU BETTER NOT BE CALLING ME A SOLDIER!!" He suddenly roared, as the boulders that were floating and dropped suddenly shot towards him, breaking apart as their pieces flew into his mouth, his teeth gnashing them up quickly as he swallowed. "My end game…? " He parroted as his eyes glowed white, looking to meet that intense gaze of hers.

"Voi, to bring to you and everyone on this island of despair satisfaction. It stinks here." He told her straight up, before his arms reached up to either side of his body, before throwing them out to the side. "So tell me, voi. WHY ISN'T ANYONE HERE FEEL ALIVE OR SATISFIED?" He demanded to know of her as he posed the question, before he brought his arms back behind his body, opening his mouth wide.

"MOOOOON GOOOD'S ROOOAR!!!"

The voice left the Moon Iramasha's mouth as a massive torrent of pure energy left his mouth, cascading towards Rose as it churned up the ground and the buildings of the fake city, destroying everything in its path as the pure energy roared towards her, the Blast energy destroying everything in its path as the absolutely massive wave of energy cascaded towards Rose's body, finally reaching where she was as it destroyed everything around it, the Gravity suddenly changing towards her aas it began to gather all around her body, ripping up anything that it could within its path and tearing defenses to shreds, as Moonie lowered his arms, smiling as he brought his right hand up to look at it.

"But voi, you don't want me to be a soldier. I can smell that too. You want me to ight YOU, don't you?" He asked her as he gripped his hand, feeling his black blood beginning to drip down his arm from his shattered flesh, the black stuff falling on the ground as the male placed both hands on the ground, beginning to smile. "The Way of the Fist…"' He muttered to himself as his ears and tail appeared from his body, flowing golden behind his spine and visible from Rose's location as he smiled.

"MOON BLAZE'S RETURN: BREAK THE DARK!!"

The male's throat intoned as from his body, a huge torrent of raw energy began to spill, covering over his entire body, a tail of pure Blast Energy lifting up in the air behind him as it slowly began to be contained back over the male's body, covering from head to foot in a thick layer of Blast energy. All around his body, the ground had begun to shake, bolts of pure energy firing out around him from his energy as the sky above them began to darken. This was the Moon Iramasha after his battle with the fierce Yoruichi Shihoin, who had taught him a very important lesson: how to get in contact with his inner beast.

And that beast was on all fours as he looked at Rose's body, his nose twitching as he sniffed. "Voi, I didn't come here to win." The male stated clearly as his eyes stared directly at her, clear behind the lapping flames. "And the only way that you can lose is if you don't realize that."

With those words, the male's body began to surge forwards. His entire body on all fours as the Blast energy formed massive claw-like appendages of pure energy from his hands and feet, purple Gravity shining around him as it aided him in sliding quickly forwards. The ground around his body was getting churned in beaten up, and as he ran towards her it began to flow behind him, attracted by the Gravity. It was as if the very street had risen up to damage Rose as Moonie finally leapt high into the air, the street behind him crashing into where she was standing. Without a moment of pause, the male's feet landed on a plate of pure Blast energy, before he launched himself off, shattering the plate with full force as he increased his body's own Gravity, his hands out before him as he shot directly towards her, whether she was under rubble or not.

"MOOOOON GOOOD'S METEOOOOOOR!!!"

The male roared as he finally slammed into where Rose was, the mountain of gravel and material being shredded as the male's hands and feet slammed into where Rose was standing, a massive crater appearing below the two of them, a terrific dip in the center of the city as it rapidly consumed more ground, the Moon Iramasha's body on top of Rose's as his claws struck out at her. His claws were moving, savaging her as he slashed at her repeatedly, barks and roars leaving the male's mouth as he went fully bestial on his opponent, before finally leaping off of her once more.

"DO YOU GET IT?" He asked her as the male's Gravitational pull grew once more, the very foundation of the city suddenly cracking with a massive roar. As the male's body floated upwards, so would Rose and the entire city where she was standing, the male's body holding nothing back as he slammed both fists together in front of himself, looking down at her with his wild eyes. "COME ON!!" The male's voice positively roared, much deeper than it had been previously as he brought back a single fist, his clothing flapping about in every direction by the wind as he laughed, before finally he began to drop downwards.

"MOON SMASH!! "

The male's roar let out as he slammed into where Rose was once more, crashing straight through the ground and into the heart of the fake city's underground, finally stopping in the center of it, his hands out to his sides. His body was still on fire, and the island all around him began to stop as he breathed out, the smile still painted onto his lips as the center of Gravity that was Moonie became the center of this city, as the floating city in the sky hung over the island nation of Britain.

Finally, he rose out of the wreckage, the city absolutely mauled by the presence of the male. "Voi…" He let out, though not from tiredness. He was ready to see the explosion of her soul; the first taste she had given him had excited the male, and he was ready for her to continue once more, smiling and laughing and roaring and barking with pure and utter excitement.

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Wed Jul 16, 2014 5:07 am

[PLAY ALL OF THE POSTING MUSIC]

Artist: Guano Apes - Song: Scratch The Pitch - Word Count: 3021

Analyzing what was going down in the battle second by second, it was obvious to Rose that this guy was going to be quite the stubborn individual to deal with. Letting out a soft sigh, it was all but to be expected in her point of view. Much like the many specimens of hollow she fought against in the sands of Hueco Mundo, many had some sort of point or another to prove to her and she'd await to see what point this male was trying to make. So as he made his blackened mark on the city of Durham, these losses were great, but there was a sense of relief to those being affected by this battle that much worse could have resulted as a result of these two powerful entities clashing against one another.

Nevertheless, the more important factor in this was that The Primera Espada was beginning to get a better example of how her opponent operated. By viewing his feats up and close personal through this scarp of theirs, Rose was gauging his strength and estimated he had the physical ability to rip through dimensions by that little maneuver he pulled. This meant that she was going to have to fine-tune her powers to an extent to better anticipate and counter his moves; giving her quite the soft sigh once again as she gradually inhaled and exhaled to pin-point and calm her senses.

With her perception at its peak, she understood that she was making headway with the injuries she was able to inflict. The speed of the male was taken down to a science and her chances of accuracy and success were being determined from it as her mind went to work scanning the environment. At this point -- she was gonna need to outrun him at every turn in this fight to make edge-way. Therefore, her counter to this was going to be a restoral code. Eyes temporarily being devoured by a blue light, Rose activated a swift instance of Origin Code in order to induce a "reset" on the area. By injecting this code into her energy, her ability allowed her to negate the effect and give time to move out of the range of fire from his attack by activating her Soindo Booster in a mad burst.

This didn't mean that she escaped scot free, however. Once she reappeared upon a building nearby from her straight-line burst to evade his physical assault, Rose's body was rocked by the shockwaves that obliterated the structures close to the Arrancar. It felt as if she was being pile-drived by numerous fist and she briefly buckled under the weight. In this instance, she was indeed pin-downed, but not beaten. Vision raddled from the impact and hearing somewhat buzzed from the explosions, it was a miracle that Rose managed to pick up on what Moonie said; but perhaps one could call this determination in a sense.

"You are under the impression that I am not fighting for myself? That is...ridiculous." Eyes darkening with a hit of grimace and anger behind them, Rose's bright pink energy surged to the surface and broke the influence that Moonie's offensive strike had on her as her eyes became devoured once again by a light, but this time it was white in color. Having images of the Mischevang Family and Ashlei play into her mind, it was her will that decided to stay behind and protect them. While some could see her as an associate of Shadow Fall, Rose more than had the power to chose her path -- yet she decided to use it to stick by her sisters side.

She was, in her mind, lacking the strength to truly protect and fend for herself and her kingdom. There was no doubt in her mind that her sister was weak, but there were obvious flaws in the way she carried herself and her powers that both sisters knew on a conscious level; but refuse to say out loud. Rose respected and cherished what her sister had spent so long to create, build and cherish with how acclaimed and well received her family and rule was in Hueco Mundo. Thus, if her sister saw this kingdom as important -- Rose's will would do what it could to protect that which her precious sibling devised for herself. In her mind, that is simply what true sisters would do for one another and she'd stay true to that creed.

"My will is of my own decision and my decision is to watchover that which Ashlei rules over. No force within Shadow Fall or against it can change that violation. I love my sister and I will do what is needed to see to her happiness because I WANT to."

Now holding her firm stance, each of Rose's limbs were ignited within a bright pink flame as her heart started accelerating in beats. Her mouth was beginning to dry, skin turning burning hot and adrenaline pumping non-stop as she felt a nerve hit and figured it was better to roll with it. It also allowed her time to digest the question and deal with the next series of attacks as her eyes remained on point and awaited to strike down whatever he had cooking. Thus, around the moment he decided to let loose with his Moon God's Roar, Rose's body and mind already went to work in devising a means of offense against it.

"I am alive as someone dead can be, but I'd rather not say I am fully satisfied." That was her first response to the question he posed before her. Launching herself towards the colossal blast, Rose once agian activated origin shift's restoral code in order to block out the gravities influence on her before deciding to kick things up by jamming her fist straight into the blast. Of course this burned and stinged, shown by The Arrancar biting her lip, but she was indeed making a point. There was not a single force or obstacle that she wasn't willing to fight bare knuckled and take down if it meant making her sisters kingdom, the happiness that she built, compromised.

Thus, in a roar of her own, Rose let out a holler of pure rage before destroying the core of energy within the blast and neutralizing it before it caused any further damage as smoke flung away from her right hand and arm. Once that burst of energy was dealt with, another slow inhale and exhale escaped Rose's lips as she regained her composure and once again got into a fighting stance by widening her legs holding out each of her fist once more. "And I don't know about you, but speaking for every single person in this nation is a rather tall order. One I don't believe you have any depth of knowledge to cover. So save the matters of satisfaction and pleasure for people who are actually around to defend their points of view."

(CHANGE SONG HERE)

Deciding to no longer stand around in a passive matter, Rose decided to go ahead and then charge Moonie at around the same instant he lept forward at her. Already picking up the modifications to the area with his gravity, this was becoming all but -- predictable -- to the Arrancar. Breathing in and out, the streams of energy flowed through Rose's palms like a river and once again she prepared her Origin Reversal Code to try and null his gravity alterations by the time their fist would collide. As the area started to buckle, bend and become obliterated by Moonie's destructive display of power -- Rose was unmoved by it as she dashed towards him.

In fact, the once chaotic fires of energy that once engulfed her body had all but faded -- externally. While Moonie was becoming more outward in his power and strength, Rose was channeling deeper inward into herself in order to draw more concrete, precise and willful power. Guiding herself through the eye of the hurricane, the excess debris were all but obliterated in moments of colliding against this unseen force propelling Rose towards her target. Everything slowed down for Rose; making it so all became factual and clear for her.The movements that generated from Moonie's body were impressive, but her tactics would prove to give her the edge in this close-combat.

Moving at speeds that would even make the likes of The Moon God double take, Rose's mind went blank and initiated the projected pathways where he'd be left open from her minds estimate. Of course the first shockwave rocked her like a tidal wave. It caused her body to take a noticeable dip in energy and her defenses could definitely be felt being penetrated from signs of pink electricity screeching out of her body as a result of this impact; even unveiling the brief flicker of her full body armor in a quick flash of light. Yet, she remained focused and determined to see this through until the end.

This is when her movements started to come in swift glimpses of light. Hissing and whirring sounds emitted from The Primera Espada's body as she started going ballistic with her strikes. Nearly ninety five percent of Moonie's strikes were outright blocked and neutralized by Rose's palms. And with each time she made contact against them? Rose was getting close to crippling the male. Instead of focusing her power on a daunting display of power, Rose was working to make every blow count. In this way, she refocused her energy so that she could inject them into the skin pores of Moonie. At that point, she'd be able to inflict critical energy by damaging the pathways of energy stored within The Nature Iramasha.

Being that Nature Iramasha lacked any sort of physical body to damage, she had to aim for his energy and focus her offensive strikes there. Henceforth, the intent of these blows were meant to injure the network of power within Moonie and bring his overall power down further by means of force. Particle by particle, every ounce of his physical and nature-based energy were being targeted, attacked and being made so that Rose's intent was to reduce his overall energy reserves to zero and thus knock him out of this fight by leaving him little energy to fight; yet alone barely sustain his own breath and existence.

By this time, he may notice that his roars and energy would be lacking in stopping power through these techniques she had vested. However, the two claw slashes that were able to hit her chest and face managed to pierce through Rose's armor and produce a stream of red blood to spew out of The Arrancar's sternum; while a burning bruise was left impacted against her face. All of this caused Rose to be sent flying backwards into a large piece of concrete wall before having a small bit of crimson liquid escape her mouth. Glancing at the fluid dripping her lips, she wiped it away, spat it out and decided to use her grit to ignore the pain and continue clawing her way through the storm raining down against her.

"Cut the half-assed fireworks and clean the crap out of your ears. I get it more than you can even begin to understand. While you push forward with the power from the world around you, I tap into that which is within and use it to force my will on the world around me. Much in the way I hold my sisters kingdom together from the shadows, my hands are those that are silent, but oh-so deadly." Standing her ground in the middle of this raging tornado, Rose's words were indeed to the truth. If Moonie bothered to sense deeper into her spirit, he'd sense the numerous clusters of energy spiraling within her the way his savage nature rocked the lands around them. It is why despite her nearly natural state, Rose's body was all but dangerous at this point as her energy was livid from within.

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And like a sudden strike of lightning, Rose's eyes were filled with fury as she appeared below Moonie's abdomen. With her right hand ready to clench The Moon God's very heart out if he had one, Rose sought to sink her claws deep into the male's stomach and absorb the impact of his Moon Smash headfirst. Eyes widening like dinner plates for a few moments, the initial burst of power caused bones to begin crackling within the The Primera; but she managed to hold her own and push forward as she expelled the force from out of her body as nothing more than a gentle breeze. Through her energy working as a compactor, it broke down most of the annihilating force from this technique. Then, in a matter of moments, it expunged this chaotic energy through The Mischevang's skin as nothing more than a powerful gust of wind that blew everything around it away.

In this way -- she had saved what was left of the city in exchange for taking the brunt of the assault on herself. Red veins popped out of Rose's eyes as her body was indeed feeling the collision of such a force surging through it, but she still -- remained -- focused. Not yet done with her offense, Rose decided to feed Moonie back the favor and reproduce a similar attack on The Nature Iramasha's internals. At this point, he'd feel as if his entire body was devoured by an ungodly burst of fire and that his very source of energy was being destroyed. Through sheer force of power through her precision, energy and hand-to-hand; Rose intended to shatter through his reserves and inflict a devastating blow to him by destroying a quarter of his energy.

However, she wasn't quite done there. Propelling herself like an anti-tank missile, Rose intended to outright blow apart his upper-right torso and do away with his arm as she attempted to outright bash through his defenses with her innermost strength. In this way, she was definitely going to leave her impact on the male if she had anything to say about it and send him back towards the earth with a damning turn-kick to the face; one that could even damage his sense of hearing, vision and perception with the type of injuries she was aiming for with that blow to the face. It was meant to leave his world spinning and black, but not everything in life went as planned and Rose was more than prepared for him to come back for me.

Thus, Rose skidded across the pavement with her barefist before her eyes flashed a bright white once more. In this activation, the traces of Rose's reishi came to life and started injecting him with more punches meant to make holes, dents and further damage to his system of power and energy. Being that she was more than on par with the catastrophic force Moonie's energy had in terms of collateral damage, every trace of Rose's energy on his body from her strikes against him in their exchange were volatile and dangerous. Producing themselves in the forms of hundreds of pink fist slamming into his body, they were meant to utterly tear him apart and give him a piece of her raging soul that was like an unending inferno of hell flaring within her soul.

"You are correct in the fact I am relieved you aren't here for any sort of solider-business. And you are indeed right when you say I am happy that we are doing this tango of fist. However...." Emerging from the wreckage with a stern and serious gaze, Rose stated down Moonie no matter where on the battlefield he'd be at this point. "...you are incorrect saying that I don't yield the strength to take away that soul of yours. I may not express it outwardly, but inside? My spirit is more than pissed off and ready to have it's thrill by savoring this battle for myself. " Spitting on the ground, Rose once again held out each of her palms as they radiated a soft white light and was prepared to once again start neutralizing and putting an end to these gravitational tricks Moonie was so fond of and continuing on with her internal barrage of attacks.

"That is why I channeled my will deep inside myself, targeted your innermost self and assaulted it with my strength. For my spirit still very much refuses to so easily give in here....not after coming this far." There was indeed a sense of excitement and merriment brewing forth within Rose from all of this conflict. After all, as they say, life grows dull without a good fight or two. However, there was equal sense of bitterness vested within it that still had the goal in mind of protecting that sacred bond both she and her sister shared. With each hit that allowed herself to plow further inward into her spirit, the more she was forced to confront and smash against her own feelings for her sister. It made question if she was going to go through with the approach of teaching her sister the harsh truth of the world, or if she would continue to use the extension of her desire and will to support the floor that Miss Ashlei stood upon.

So with one last sigh, Rose let the feelings of her soul brew within and decided that the outcome of this battle was going to determine where she'd go from here. Thus, she awaited to see what The Moon God would do, how he would react, what he would say and just what kind of comeback he'd use to deal with what was hurled at him. Her heart was racing, mind moving at a million miles per minute and she certainly was on edge -- but it certainly feed her hunger to prove herself, to face a formidable foe and satisfy her primal and natural urge to fight as hollows are all but notorious for.

Sun Aug 03, 2014 1:21 pm

"…"

The male stood among the wreckage he had caused, his gaze looking directly at her as she triggered the restoral code, negating his effect and running away from him. To him it was funny, that she would have to run away from his blows; he wondered why she didn't simply take them head on? After all, to the Moon Iramasha, the entirety of a fight told him about a person. There was no greater way to see someone for who they truly were than in a battle. Those who stood before his fists and allowed themselves to learn of the damage they could endure thoroughly impressed the male… and those who flitted away from it caught its wake unprepared.

"Voi… You're right. It's ridiculous that you're fighting like this."

The male stated to her in return, his wild eyes tracing her as he saw the hint of grimace… of anger. And the, in that instant, he knew he wasn't wrong. The being before him was as wounded a soul as any other; and yet… she refused to accept that fact of herself. [color=gray]"The only thing awaiting that path is cold misery and death."{/color] The male told her as she thought about her family and why she stayed with Shadow Fall.

"Voi. Then why do your eyes seem so angry when I challenge that, INSTEAD OF PROUD?!" He demanded of her as he released the Moon God's Roar, sending the massive attack coursing through the air as it torched everything in its path, the male's mouth wide open and stance held wide to releases it. "Then why do you continue on this path if it doesn't satisfy you?! THAT'S LUNACY!" The male roared at her as the gravity around her body began to change again, as a result of that stubborn reversal code. At this point, Moonie believed he understood WHAT it was that stuff was doing… in the vague terms that such a being as he could, anyway.

The core of his blast was destroyed, but the male was still standing tall behind it, his fierce eyes looking down the field at her. The animals here are in chaos. The sky is dark as if hope has been extinguished. The very soil is burning with hatred. VOOOI! YOU SAY IT'S NOT MY PLACE TO JUDGE?!" He demanded of her in reply as she charged directly at him, as she nullified his Gravity once again, something that was fine by him. "…"

The male was silent as he looked directly into her eyes, not trying to find out facts, not trying to get an edge over his opponent… and in her eyes, he could see it. He could see that vile, awful thing that was in his eyes, killing the young woman before him. "…" The male suddenly stopped, his charge totally dispersing as he left all of his other attacks, her body sailing directly into his as his right hand gripped her left, his let hand gripping her right as he looked at her, his right eye twitching from his nose up to the eyelid as he snarled at her in rage. At least, that was what he tried to do. Given the fact that he had feinted his final attack, in addition to the wild charge she had made, it was highly likely that he could catch them, as he put his entire force into ensuring this would occur. And if there was one skill which the Moon Iramasha was a grandmaster in… it was seeing objects moving at impossible speeds.

He could feel the skin beginning to peel back from his palms, from the energy she was emitting into his body, his teeth gritting as he took it, unable to break under the assault in his own mind. He could feel her arms continually emitting the force of attacks, and her legs kicking against his torso served him to only look down at her, no longer fighting back in the slightest as he looked her in the eyes.

"Voi, you've made this boring and pointless… you soldier." The male let out, as he deftly released her hands from his own, his body taking a step back from her, his head looking away to the side, no longer even regarding her as he looked about… as if looking for another opponent.

However, she didn't stop attacking him, and now his left hand caught hers that was aiming for his heart, his gaze shifting downwards to look at hers. No longer was that cheerful spirit to be found in his eyes. Now… there was only the eyes of a cold blooded killer, without emotion, and without happiness. The massive amount of energy she released was like it hit a wall; as suddenly the ground around their bodies was annihilated, nearby buildings being blown away in the wake of the attack as the Moon Iramasha looked down at her still, and behind those eyes was an infinite sadness.

His energy level didn't matter to him. After all, such a thing was only a minor convenience. "Is that all you've got, soldier scum?" He asked, his tone of voice completely different. He no longer sounded like an animal, roaming through the wilds of this world, bound by nothing. The voice that spoke to her now was one full of condencension, of judgmental mindset… and most of all, raw and utter distaste. He began to laugh sarcastically as she punched further into his body, bruises appearing all over his form as he held his arms out, taking every single one of them as he laughed at her, laughed directly at her for the futility of her attacks. "THAT DON'T HURT! A SOLDIER CAN NEVER HURT A FIGHTER!" He roared, throwing his mouth upwards into the air as he declared this statement to the world, before looking back into her eyes upon hearing her speak again.

"Don't lie to me." He cut her off, reaching up a hand and pointing his finger directly at her. "You’re a facade. Lying to yourself, what hope to you ever have of hearing anyone else's words clearly?" The male asked her coldly, before lowering his hand again. "You can't enjoy a fight you expect to win. And I can see it in your eyes. All you want from this is to beat me into the ground, dismiss me, and ship me out. You don’t want to fight. You only wanna do your little job so you can GO BACK TO BEING UTTERLY MISERABLE." The male declared as the pointed finger closed down into a fist, his arm literally shaking from the anger he felt at that idea.

"You don't care about being a fighter. You don't EVEN CARE ABOUT YOUR OWN SOUL! What good is there fighting a soldier? NOTHING!" He proclaimed, crossing his arms as he looked down on her, physically and metaphorically in every possible way. It was very, very rare that Moonie felt this way towards another person, but the one before him DEFINITELY was making him feel this sensation through his entire body. And it made him feel sick.

"I can bleed from every place on my body, and I still feel better than you. I can be bruised from head to foot, and still sigh in satisfaction. YOU CAN TEAR MY F#CKING HEAD OFF, AND I'LL STILL BE SMILING AS I GO CASCADING INTO A CLIFF!" The male let out as he gripped both of his hands, his eyes both twitching with rage as the energy around his body began to skyrocket, his energy source seeming to stretch, the 2.5% of his power that Rose had done away with beginning to be rapidly replaced as the male's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, his mouth opening wide.

"BUT YOU'LL DIE! THAT'S THE ONLY FUTURE FOR A SOLDIER! YOU'LL BE WORN OUT, YOU'LL BE USED, YOU'LL BE ABUSED! YOU'LL LAMENT THE SKY, YOU'LL LAMENT YOURSELF! WITHOUT A LIFE, WITHOUT EVEN A DEATH! THE ONLY TIME ANYONE WILL CONSIDER YOU AS A SOLDIER? WELL THAT WOULD BE… WHEN… YOU… DIE!!!"

The male's open mouth roared as a yell of pure energy left his mouth, lightning beginning to stream from his body as dust was kicked up all over his body, the nearby buildings beginning to topple over as the sheer amount of raw force began to be exerted from the male. This male was Moonie Iramasha, after all. He was a powerful being, with levels of power the likes of which he himself had only explored very rarely. However, that well had only ever come fully to the surface one time before, and that was when someone he regarded as his friend had become a soldier. It was in the spirit of that remembrance that Moonie was beginning to glow black, his entire body losing its color as it faded from existence, his arms stretching out as the sheer force of his presence continued to skyrocket.

"MOON BLAZE'S PURITY: MOON GOD."

The male's voice echoed across the plains, as a massive well of power emerged from deep within his body, his hair billowing out in every direction as a massive crater formed around his body, the roar being left from his mouth echoing through every one of the streets as he roared, his body suddenly rising up into the air out of the crater. His legs and arms were held loosely at his sides, his hair flowing behind him as like an angel of death he arose from the crater, rising up into the sky as held up his hands, as instantly a gigantic well of power appeared above him, before leaving his hands, hanging high above his head.

"Moon God's Monsoon."

The male stated simply as the energy behind him fractured, breaking off into thousands of pieces as they clustered together in an instant, thousands of the bursts of pure energy standing behind him in the sky as he brought his arms back, his mouth going up into the air as he frowned harshly and opened his mouth wide, letting out yet another billowing roar as the spheres of energy began to leave from above him. Like a cloud of death, each of the spheres streaked like a shooting star, descending down into the gorund as each blast resulted in dozens of meters of destruction, most likely leaving the entire city-scape below him turned into nothing but ash and dust, his body standing high in the sky as he continued to look down at her.

"Moon God's Smash."

The next word that came out of his mouth was accompanied by his pushing his right hand forwards, the black limb closed like a fist. Down where Rose was, however, the entire area within five hundred meters on either side of her body became a massive imprint, as the sheer force of air that had been pressed into the ground made it strong enough to bend and breka the rock, leading to a six hundred meter deep crater in its wake, the Moon Iramasha still standing in the sky looking down at her.

"..See what I mean. Soldiers are boring. All they can do…

Is die."

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Wed Jan 28, 2015 1:51 pm

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Artist: PSO OST - Song: Growl, From The Digital Haze - Word Count: 3777

The wreckage in this battle was immense, but it wasn't anything that the Primera Espada felt she could not handle. Everything could be dealt with later. Yes, what mattered most was what was in front of her now: The Moon God. She pondered to herself why she was evading those attacks, despite having the strength enough to endure them headfirst. Was it fear? No. It couldn't have been that. Strategic planning maybe? Perhaps. It was a thought to process, and within the blink of an eye, Rose came to the conclusion that she had evaded those attacks because it was her way of being efficient, showcasing her speed and otherwise test-driving her powers.

However, as far as The Primera's pride was concerned, this next round of their bout was going to have to force her to be more -- aggressive. That is to say, The Royal Mischevang intended to show The Moon God why this scarlet-devil was deemed the leader of the new-aged Espada. That -- was -- something she felt she needed to prove. Not for Ashlei, not for Shadow Fall; but for a voice within herself had been churning up ugly thoughts. It wanted her to awaken the hollow blood inside and swing her fist back at his with the utmost of combative intent. Since, in the grand scheme of things, that is what her nature called for: BATTLE! And ITS what she'd deliver back to the male without further delay.

"Ridiculous? Whatever. I'll show you ridiculous real quick, punk."

Voice filled with fury, the energy around Rose began to ignite in response and a wild flare of light surged around her body once more. Almost becoming hot pink in nature, the eyes of the furious Arrancar soon followed suit and emitted a light bright enough to shine even in the dawn of eye. Veins popping over with new life, muscles tightening and the flow of reiatsu within herself becoming more potent; there was definitely a new spark of life coming to pass within The Primera's very spirit.

"This path awaits nothing...death? IDIOT, I'M ALREADY DEAD!"

Hollering those words out at the same intensity as The Moon God's roar, each of their shockwaves soon meshed against one another in destructive collision of raw power and intent. It ripped buildings, shook the foundations of the earth for miles on end and concluded in a sonic burst of defying shrieks. For, around a city block radius, the two combatants attacks compressed on one another and negated their effects from affecting either of their masters. Indeed, in that fizzling of energy vaporizing itself from this world, it left nothing but a smoldering crater in its wake to mark its once fierce existence.

"Why am I angry? I'm angry because you don't understand a DAMN thing about what I feel for my sister! SHE WAS MY REASON FOR EXISTING WHEN I HAD NOTHING!"

Words becoming more fearsome by the second, the screams of The Primera Espada influenced the aura of her reiatsu. In that moment, the outer parts of her reaitsu's glow soon turned to a hot white; while the area around her started to crumble, fade into nothing and the heavens themselves started to shift to a coral hue. She was reaching -- deeper -- into herself for a force she couldn't quite describe. In a way, perhaps, she was searching, wondering and hoping to find that strength to overcome this bastard's endless drivel.

"Don't you FUCKING get it? THIS PATH IS MY HAPPINESS! To see my sister smile is what I wish for in my heart and I'm not going to allow some outsider who doesn't understand to get in the way!"

And in that moment? An EXPLOSION of energy roared across the lands. The Moon God and The Primera Espada locked hands with one another; the likes of which emitted a vast and rich glow of white, red, gold and pink energies for as far as the eye could see. Even more than that, however, the encounter of these powers caused numerous scatterings of silver, crimson and yellow sparks of electricity to flare up from beneath the earth for many miles on end. While, the very ground itself gave wave to their dense strength and created a deep crater that sunk each of the opponents within a one hundred foot deep hole.

It was indeed a struggle to behold as these two top-notch forces of destructive potential went head to head with one another. Alterations came in waves to the landscape around them; as such effects were to be expected in this colossal battle of forces. These two beings had the power to change the tide in any sort of war, or morph the very shape of the planet itself and then SOME; so it was a fierce fight to behold from the sidelines. The likes of which Europe has not seen in quite some time since Shadow Fall's rule over this land quelled and eased any sort of combative intent.

Thus, there were many spectators to this fight watching from near and fear; but The Primera Espada requested that NO one from Shadow Fall or any of their allies interrupted this fight. No. This was something personal she needed to grin, bare and slash through with her own moxy, blood and determination. At least, if it were to make a point to this savage beast. Rose was one of the strongest LIVING Arrancar that she knew of at this point, and she needed to prove that to herself to be satisfied with this. So, this battle of desire and fists pushed forward as she hollered out To The Moon God.

"Tch, piss off with that soldier crap, you smug ass!"

However, when their eyes met once again, while Rose's grew more robust in its essence, Moonie's seemed to be filled with a source of infinite sadness. In that parting of gazes? A confused expression bled over the Arrancar and she was baffled as to why he seemed so disheartened. As, like the flip of switch, the male's demeanor swapped from battle hungry to a depressive SOB.

Could it have been that soldier remark? No way. There was no way a simple observation like that would cause this jerk to suddenly drop dead in his intent. If it did? Then maybe this jerk wasn't all he was cracked up to be; which only made The Primera Espada that much more fierce he'd waste her time by giving in here to such dejected notions of thought.

But then, as if his emotions were like changes of the wind, the male's disposition blew over and changed once more. In another breeze the male's character shifted to that of a judgemental, condescending, know-it-all JACKASS. Oh. That riled Rose's nerves up a few notches. In her point of view? She'd take that high horse he was on and crush it, ram its remains up his rear side and make him rue ever giving her that nonsensical tripe.

Yet, from that compelling fury, there was something within her -- that was giddy. Giddy, to say, that this anger came out. As, if nothing else, at least she could still trigger those emotions and those emotions would indeed lead to her delving deeper into a pool vigorous strength and power that lay within her.

"Bring it on, schmuck!"

In that quick retort, the Espada moved in one millisecond and aimed to utilize the potent kinetic energy that lay within her body to get the upper hand on him. From the push and pivot of the feet, linking through the twist of the torso, to turn of the shoulder, and ending with the contribution of the arm muscles; Rose went in for a heavy knock-out punch across Moonie's right jaw within a flash through a right hand hook. And with the added factors of her base form being in its powered state? There was little chance this punch wouldn't leave SOME kind of dent across the male's face and body.

For, with the precise and accurate measurement of Rose's hit, she could direct its kinetic energy and force, amplify it with origin code and spread it throughout the four corners of his body. From the entirety of his head, to the depths of his torso and extending into both of his legs; the whole of Moonie's shell were to be rocked by the phenomenal ROAR of Rose's spirit giving quite the impacting hit.

And, as they always say, good things come in two! As a consequence of that saying, Rose was no slouch and delivered an equal hit towards Moonie's very chin to send him thrusting into the air in order to inflict signify damage. Since, unlike her other blows beforehand, Rose was giving up quantity for sheer quality. And, from that sacrifice, these hits had enough power to at least leave a hole in the armor of an equal Espada with similar hierro prorptories as her master, or darn near, grand master hierro.

Arms glowing with a bright neon white shine, ivory colored steam exhaled out of The Primera's mouth. In that instant? The strain her muscles felt in that instant was real, but it would be worth it to see this guy's mug face first in the dirt. So, to that end, her heart started beating, body oozing with sweat and she was getting the warm-up match of a life time! Despite being oh-so dead, The Primera Espada, in those flowing hits, felt too alive.

So, she'd give a pained grin before putting the gears in her body into motion again to continue on with her series of vicious assaults against the cold male before her. In one hurried motion, Rose moved at velocities that were almost incacaublate to most modern methods of motion detection. From that summoning of vast kinicinty? The Primera rose her right leg in the air, bend it back upon itself, leaned in and went in to deliver a quick and crushing kick to the male's side. With her knees still aimed towards the man's hulking figure, that additional thrust of raw power from them was going to be needed if she had any hope of breaking through his defenses. As, on top of everything else, she aimed for synchronizing the damage this massive strike alongside her other measured strikes against the male.

At the end of all of this? Rose expected to flung him like a ragdoll across the landscape and reduce him to nothing more to a bloodied and injured pulp. Pining to have these blows not only have a physical effect, but a metaphysical impact on the males body by further draining his health and energy levels. Since, with an alteration to her body's values, The Primera Espada altered her body in order to disturb the supernatural and rip apart the mystic energy that comproised Moonie with her barefist. In this way, literal aspects of her own spirit were colliding together with her raw force and Moonie's own soul; pressing forward towards the goal of pushing The Moon God into a KO.

"If you have time to run that big goofy mouth of yours, then you have time to think clearly for a moment and understand: there is more to life than just battle!"

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Even as the Berserker Nature Iramasha began to charge up into some souped up version of himself, The Primera Espada would not back down from her words or stance. Instead? She'd press further forward towards this celestial storm that was Moonie. The Royal Arrancar would shield herself with a forcefield comprised from the powdered particles of her spiritual energy. In a shining burst of white light that coated the edges of her body, this action was done in order to meet the raw potency of cosmic male's aura with her own cutthroat soul.

With the embers of her ego flaring against The Moon God's, the dynamic clash of powers continued on. In a swift movement of the feet and hands, Rose would grip on to the sides of Moonie's neck with each of her palms and, in a single throwing motion of her hips, bounce herself up to his eye level. Once there, she'd tilt her head forehead, direct a large volume of her spiritual energy towards her forehead and smash against the Iramasha's nose and mouth in order to deliver a fierce headbutt.

In doing so, the explosive results from this sudden crash could invoke another unleashing of devastating pressure into the male's body. Crushing every tendon, every bone, forcing the skins of his flesh to open up and ooze out with blood and spiritual energy; this headbutt had the same metaphysical and physical elements as her previous strikes to him and sought to bring this man crushing down as she let out a hellish scream. In that screech, the opening of her own forehead started to bleed out upon Moonie and she snarled, not with anger, but with determination to keep moving herself ahead in this road she has traveled on for so many centuries.

"I can enjoy a good battle, but I have more on my heart and mind than just THAT, you thick-skulled imbecile. The fact you fail to see my pleasure in our fight is a sign of your own arrogance blocking you from seeing the truth of the matter."

As the male continued to roar and roar into the heavens, Rose still stayed firm in her position and held a neutral, but sincere expression. Why was it that she could not work alongside her sister, while still maintaining goals of her own? Was it that wicked, that wrong and that absurd that her passion for fighting and admiration for her sister could NOT be worked together into one goal?

Dammit, if nothing else, she was facing him with her own ambition, and if that wasn't enough for him? That's -- his lost. The Primera felt she was fighting with her soul, as much as a dead person can, anyway. And if he was blind to that? Then he had deeper rooted issues that needed to be worked out. Ones that Rose had no patience to deal with in this heated battle.

"But, just keep calling me a soldier til' your hearts content if it helps you put a mask over your own problems. 'Cause if thats all you have to give to me, I'll still keep coming at ya until I shatter it into pieces, you overgrown and overrated bastard!"

Backing up to cover a bit of ground, The Primera Espada soindo'd twenty feet away as the male unleashed a damning burst of raw power from his mouth. The level of energy being emitted from this burst of light were off the scale according to her sensors. But, that didn't matter one bit to the fiesty Mischevang. If this was a battle of spirits? Then Rose would bring the brunt of deadened rage to the forefront and show him she wasn't all talk herself. She had centuries of battle experience from her ventures in Hueco Mundo, countless millennia of knowledge from her time in the cyber realm, and enough pain from her human life to last an eternity; in those burning memories, she'd let their stinging intent materialize into power to help her through this monstrous effort.

Thus, in one damning explosion that roared throughout cities on over, The Primera Espada locked hands with the dense collection of energy and held it in place. No, this wasn't an easy feat at all, as the likes of the Espada started hollering out and summoning more of her power towards her arms in order to better bare the brunt of destructive force behind it. Yet, with this tenacity of her soul coming forth, she'd bare through the pain and ignore the smoldering ash coming forth from her hands, and the burning sensation steadily climbing up her arms.

"CHA!"

In that single screeched, Rose then found an opening from her legs in order to bring the right knee up and deflect the blast further into orbit; where it would explode in a heaven-shaking explosion. Its jolting grip made for earthquakes to open up across the surrounding areas, the skies to be filled with nothing but golden light and sound waves loud enough to blow out unprotected eardrums. This was indeed, even by the Primera Espada's standards, a powerful and impressive attack.

However, as her arms, hands and knees burned over with smoke; the attack was still diverted away from her at the cost of taking a bit of direct damage. In spite of that ,from this showing, Rose wanted to make a statement with that block: she could fight with her spirit and match the clashing might of Moonie's own courage.

Maybe she didn't do it in the way HE wanted to, but she definitely felt something kicking up within her soul and mind that thrusted her to prove her might. The primal instinct of an Arrancar to fight was not something to simply shrug off; especially from that of a Primera Standing. And so, she intended to mark that fact into his very tombstone if it came to it.

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"Since I started this fight, I never spoke anything of absolute victory. I only seek success from a battle because its a goal to aim towards, moron."

As blood dripped from her forehead, arms and knees; the eyes of The Espada grew further hardened and another explosion of energy erupted around her. Resonating from her body's drive to thrive, The Primera found herself being pushed and that -- excited her. Even if it was subconscious in nature, that primordial urge was still there and still advancing her power further along.

From that compulsion to brawl out, against all of her sane logic not to, The Espada started analyzing and deducing how much strength it would take in order to deflect each of those attacks from making its mark on her. Once this process was finished, Rose held out her arm, smirked and uttered these words as a low-level hum echoed in the battlefield around them:

"I understand there are important things that can be gained from defeat, but I'd be fighting half-ass if I didn't put forth an earnest effort. Which is something, ultimately, you cannot see without me clearly telling you that."

Uttering those stern words, Rose let loose a daunting release of energy that was akin to a shikai-level attack from a new aged Captain Commander. Materializing itself in a pink vortex of light, this twister of fluorescent particles launched it from the palm of The Primera's hand and extended itself across a mile area. Following that point it was then able to take the brunt of Moonie's Moon God Morrison attack. Granted, a few blast slipped through its contents, but the potency of these attacks were severely limited.

The streaks of light that did manage to break through only had ten percent of their strength and they fizzled out into basketball sized carters across the town. Neither of which had much of an effect on the dominant figure of Rose as she stood perfectly still; staring down the Moon God with a gaze that could very well kill an entire platoon of supernatural beings, but not him. No. He'd only feel her intent to proceed with this fight no matter what words he used against her.

"So, instead of wasting each others breath, why not just communicate what we feel through OUR FIST?!"

And in that single yell that could seemly reach the doorstep of the gods themselves, Rose's eyes became engulfed in pure light and she emitted a greater concentration of energy from within herself. In that instant? A colossal pair of arms extended from the sides of The Primera's flaming aura. Each of them extended for the length of a city block and appeared to be an energized construct produced by the Arrancar's reiatsu. So, acting as enlarged appendages, Rose could command them as if they were her own two hands and ordered these bulking limbs to ball both of their hands into a fist.

"C'MON, SHUT THE HELL UP WITH THE CONDENSING TALK AND JUST SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF INSTEAD OF RIDING THAT HIGH HORSE, ASSHOLE!"

Then, like a trigger being pulled, the bullets of Rose's fist extended and they intended to outright smash the blackened hand of Moonie away until it was incinerated to dust. From there, The Irate Mischevang easily cut the distance away and emerged before Moonie once again. However, in the time it took for her to reach the heaven to the atmosphere? There were a dozen set of energized arms behind and around her.

"NOW OPEN UP AND SAY "AH!"

And with that, Rose gave a twenty six strike across Moonie's entire body. Duo's of fist hit his flank, shoulders, eyes, chin, jaws, neck, ribs, abs, thighs, kneecaps, ankles and wrist; while the bare knuckles of The Primera each slapped into the sides of his head in order to deliver a critical strike to the male and bring him down a peg or two if her soul had anything to say about it.

The results of these collisions could indeed cause the entire skies around them to be filled with light, rumble to life with thunder that shattered holes in the ground and all of this destructive force could indeed blow away Moonie's body as Rose put forth an honest effort to leave her imprint across him. His health, energy levels and regenerating capacities had to have been stunted by this. And if it wasn't? She'd keep trying and trying until nothing was left of her.

That was her goal: to try and test the might of her Arrancarhood against him. If nothing else, she'd retrain if she lost this bout or drawed. For, according to her estimates, this battle could have gone to either of the opponents and there was always that chance that she'd be overwhelmed. So, she had to keep pushing herself and punch as hard as she could through this.

So, alas, The Moon God did achieve one thing: he got her blood boiling and awakened the primal nature of The Hollow within. The Primera had to give him that much. It is why she was curious see how he dealt with this constant barrage of attacks. Each strike had within it the power to tear apart chunks of this city, so he had quite the mess to contend with. Thus, from this showing, he'd learn soon, so very soon, what happens to those who want tango with the Primera!

Tue Feb 03, 2015 3:59 pm

"VOI! LIAR!"

The Moon Iramasha spat back at her as she told him that she was dead, a beat of intensity passing through his blood with the sheer force behind that denial. To say that she was dead - that simply could not be true. He could see the life in her eyes - it was harmed, it might b beaten - but she was alive. Even if she were physically deceased, her soul was still alive. And that was the only thing that mattered to the Moon God. Sure, she was losing pieces of herself due to the configuration of a soldier, but behind all of that, Moonie wanted to believe that someone worth fighting was still there.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU SO SAD?" He demanded through the blaze of smoke and desolation, his hands quivering with anger. "STAND UP!" He roared at her as she yelled her denial at him, his muscles tightening all over his body. "VOOOOOOOI!!" Was all he told her in reply to her statement about making her sister smile, his gaze turning into one of hatred. It was not hatred for Rose; it was hatred towards that concept, like a cat who had just smelled the scent of a dog. "YOU CAN ONLY CONTROL YOURSELF, YOU FOOL!" He finally shouted out, his teeth showing plainly at his yelling at the explosion that surged outwards, his legs shaking as it did so.

"IF YOU HAVE TO SHOUT, SHOTU!' He told her back as she told him to piss off about talking about the soldiers, his eyes staring directly into hers. "IF YOU'RE GOING TO CRY, CRY!" He continued to shout behind the blow as the sadness crept into his gaze, and he could see the confusion back in her expression.

And then the fire felt that it was out. And it relit, consuming his body as his Purity was released, his body changing into a totally dark form as he heard her telling him to bring it on. And truly, in his heart of hearts, he wanted to. He wanted to graze his fist against hers, to feel blows firmly planted into his face, his chest, his stomach… he wanted to bash into her, make her want to return the favor. But… that obstruction was still there. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking past him. And by acting the way he was now, by being who he was in this moment… He was forcing her to look at him. She was telling him to bring it on.

So, even though it made him cry inside, Moonie's body continued its assault. The fist crashed into the side of his face, causing the Blast energy around it to disperse enough to reveal his skin. His flesh was slammed into, causing a terrific bruise as cracks ripped along it, causing bits and pieces of his skin to fall off, drops of blood falling.

As she began to manipulate its forces, purple energy appeared around her hand, directing 'forces' to go into her hand, so in addition to the backlash of what felt like a normal human slamming into a boulder, her hand may well have been blown off from the center of gravity changing back to her own fist, making her arm have to exert more force to reach his face.

And then that other blow came into his chin, to which he looked her right in the eyes, his chin unyielding. "Voi…" The Warrior let out, staring right into her eyes like a dangerous animal. Her blows were intense, and even more of those cracks appeared on his chin, rapidly shooting around his face, but his chin did not crack, his defense augmenting itself to attempt to del with her blows, the Nature Energy focusing more intensely. This was the Moon Iramasha's 'shell', constructed of Chaos Energy and extraordinarily reinforced with his own Nature Energy. However, she did manage to force his mouth shut; he did her allow her this, his head being knocked back. There was still that part of him, deep inside, that wanted her to be different; to be able to look at him, and therefore herself. She was beginning to; her rage showed that much. She was not resigned to the fate Moonie described, but she seemed… trapped by it.

His eyes followed her leg. There was no way that he could move fast enough to catch it, or even stop it… but he stared at it. He could plainly see her movements. That was from Moonie's own special eyesight which could keep track of impossibly fast objects. It was how he dealt with his greatest weakness: his lack of speed. His side felt her leg smash into it as he let out a fierce roar, a terrific amount of Gravity wrapping around her body and Blast energy increasing the friction to absolute MAXIMUM as he literally bound the particles of her leg to his own body...a s he reduced his weight to zero. The result was the both of them being rapidly flung through the air, causing a massive storm of dust as the pair of them went flying, their bodies tumbling around from where they were connected by her leg and his side.

Her words shot through the air… and Moonie could not help but open his mouth in reply. "You are correct. BUT BATTLE ALLOWS YOU TO RELEASE THE INNER EMOTIONS THAT MUST STAY SEALED DURING THAT LIFE! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT?!" He roared at the woman, wondering how someone with so much power could be so blind, before separating himself to ascend into his Purity.

Her forehead became even with his, his neck firm against her hands as her fingers would likely have their flesh ripped at and even be ripped into pieces if she did not focus her defense to prevent the Blast Armor from ripping them to pieces. As she tilted forwards to headbutt into him, his eyes opened wide, staring directly into her eyes as she smashed against him, the muscles of his neck standing as bolts of pure energy shot from either sides of their bodies from their foreheads smashing into one another, his hair wildly flying around behind his body as he continued to stare into her eyes, his head having tilted forwards to cause her forehead to clash against his own as opposed to his nose and mouth.

The intense attack caused a terrific sight as the flames spread apart once more, but this time they revealed something black. Behind that blackness, small white cracks appeared, moving like a spider's web around Moonie's reinforced forehead, so intense was the defenses that he was now wearing. This was his Purity; his defensive matrix around his body as at its maximum level. It was reinforced even after what she had done with her Origin Codes, resulting in something which was exponentially more tough than it had been before. His eyes stared directly into hers as the force ripped around his body, and yet his flesh did not crack. No blood was spilt. The defenses that he wore kept her from piercing his body, and even this amount of force felt like a strong wind. "...I can see it. But it is clouded. It does not need to be that way. If that is arrogance, then what is preventing you?" He asked her directly, his forehead pressed into hers still as blood began to drip down between the two of them.

"But why? Why must you conjoin the two? I offered this battle, this combat, to you. Nothing more. The one who has defiled it, therefore, is yourself. Why do you rage? Why can you not enjoy it? Do you not want to? Do you not want to prove me wrong? Do you not want to smile as you try so desperately to rip my body into pieces? What then?"

His words asked her back in response, before that burst of power left his body, cascading outwards as it consumed everything in its path. "And yet you do not wish to die… you wish to hold your head high. WHY THEN? WHY?" At this point, even Moonie did not know what he was shouting at. Something was… wrong. It felt like… she was in a trap. Someone worth fighting against was before him, and yet their eyes could not see that he was there to fight her.

"…" He could feel her battle desire flowing outwards, and it was that thing he had been searching for. "...Voi… are you still… holding back…?" He asked, wondering if that could be it. Was she restraining herself? She kept coming at him… but it felt… like she were not attacking… as fiercely, as she could be. "And if you lose?" He asked her in response to her disbelief in absolute victory. This was what Moonie meant. Even if he were to lose, than that was that. If he were to be killed, then it was because he lost. That was the fate he had accepted as a fighter. Normally, his defeated form was left to those he had shown his full power to… and for some reason, just as in Moonie's most memorable combats, he could not bring himself to kill his opponent. That was something he had learned since his change; how to respect the one before him.

"…THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU!!" He suddenly roared cataclysmically as he brought back his own hand, preparing the Moon God's Smash. As he pushed it downwards, he felt the attack she was dealing back against it, the lips on his face which could no longer be seen due to the monochrome black flesh… their tips slowly began to draw upwards.

And now she was before him, the terrific arms behind her as Moonie's own body prepared itself, his eyes looking directly at her as a surge of pure Blast energy flowed from his entire body. As it did so, the blows of those hands would feel their way being dragged at and stopped, causing each of the blows that she sent to smash against his body, leaving tiny cracks like the ones on his forehead remaining, except for the two that appeared around his head, causing a small drop of blood to appear as the cracks she had created earlier began to break further from the forces she was exerting.

However, he was not idle through all this. As her hands smashed against his head, his right hand came upwards, attempting to deliver a haymaker directly into her stomach with the same kind of force that was behind the Moon God's Smash he had just delivered, meaning that for her to smash his head as she had would place her directly into the range of that fist. Finally, he would be left standing there before her, his eyes staring directly at her as his mouth slowly opened…

"MOON GOD'S BREATH!"

And out emerged a terrific amount of Blast Energy once more, slamming forwards as it grew to a mile in sheer width before his mouth, so terrifically huge was the attack as it cascaded outwards. From here, two huge rumbling noises like thunder would be heard as his hands gripped around two blades, Mun and nuM appearing in his hands as he threw his arms down to both sides, causing two rifts to appear in the ground below him as he pressed a foot down, letting his entire body surge forwards as he created his weight to be thousands upon thousands of times heavier, his weight now doubling that of a mountains as all of his muscles surged tightly, his teeth gripping hard as his body withstood the weight, small droplets of blood appearing from the cracks around his body from the sheer pressure, before he cut his weight in half, and then half of that, and then rapidly throwing his weight down exponentially as his body was finally thrown forwards.

An absolutely terrific amount of wind would be heard followed by a terrific BOOM as the now-flaming Moon God appeared before his opponent faster than his mind could even think, his knee coming up as his weight returned to becoming absolutely massive, like a terrific cannonball that had fired a mountain slamming into her body as a cascading wave of flames from the release of pure energy shot around her body like wind.

"MOON DRAGON'S DASH!"

The voice called once more as it performed the attack, before the tools in each of his hands smashed forwards with a terrific amount of velocity, attempting to nearly rip her body in half as he brought first one blade and then the other down into where her body was located. From here, his fingers would grip around his left arm, a surging amount of Blast energy shooting along his arm as it consumed the entirety of nuM, his body performing a spin as he gathered up all of his momentum into that hand, the surface of his hand's skin breaking and cracking from the sheer amount of force as he finally released it, his eyes aiming directly for her as he shot the attack outwards, which quickly became consumed by flames as the Moon-Rock Blade attempted to smash into her body and pulverize her , likely smashing her entire body if it made contact, even ripping away at her flesh.

"THEN TELL ME! IF YOU WIN… WILL YOU BE GLAD THAT YOU FOUGHT ME?"

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Mon Mar 02, 2015 4:30 pm

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Artist: Guano Apes - Song: High - Word Count: 4692

The first of The Primera's Reactions was that of confusion. Liar? Her? Non-sense! By all logical means: she was dead physically! That is what it meant to be an Arrancar, nay, a hollow in the first place! Her human-self, physical-self and purity had all been absolved, torn away and burned at the stake so many hundreds of years ago. Thrown into a world of monsters, the lone Misechvang started cultivating her power, becoming colder by the day and bypass far above heights the limitations of her human mind could never comprehend. So, indeed, all that remained now was a shell of a person that had grown, rebirthed itself and formed into the woman that stood before The Moon God.

In the mind of The Primera? The world dealt her a pretty shit deal, but that's life, tough. It stung, it hurt and she still has bitter aches about those reddened memories; but you cope, fight and keep marching down towards brighter pastures with what you have achieved from that pain. And, as long as Rose had family to fall back on, she could deal and The Moon God failed to even so much as acknowledge that. So, on the principles of that argument, why should she surrender herself to his words? The only way such a thing would occur is if his fist, power and might had the tenacity and strength to bring down her world.

"Liar? I'm only stating facts, idiot. Maybe in the metaphysical rhetoric I'm still alive because I have a conscious, but my human-self died a long time ago and you know damn well what I mean, Iramasha."

Those words were filled with adrenaline, anger and intensity as they shot across the landscape with crippling intent. The earth started to quake and cry, the skies clapped with thunder and lightning and the air itself became almost unbearably hot for anyone without an iota of enhanced defenses or supernatural durability to their bodies. Indeed, in both a literal and metaphorical sense, the gravity of the battlefield was increasing and The Primera was ready to march down the fiery fields of combat until she saw the very last drip of blood flow from this clash.

So, in that way, her aura erupted once more and Rose let out a wicked scream that combined a sense of laughter and a tone of fury. What was going on with her emotions? Was she happy, sad or just plain angry? Pieces of all those states of minds were raging in her body, and it made her heart scream at a fast beat and pumped new life into her soul to continue fighting with such impacting blows. This cybernetic mind, it's fast-processes; everything was spinning, spinning and spinning into an incomprehensible blur and The Primera Espada was beginning to allow her body to just go with the flow of the wind, move at the beat of her desires and just relish this battle and worry about all else later.

"I'M FUCKING SAD, AND I'M FUCKING HAPPY!"

Roaring those words, The Frenzy Mischevang started sending volley after volley of energized ceros at Moonie. They possessed an outer glow that was pink, yet the inner shined with a brilliant white flare to them. Powered by the might of her soul, these were enriched to the brim with Rose's might and they sought to destroy anything they touched. If The Moon God were hit by these dangerous burst? Well, he'd certainly be knocked back a great deal; perhaps a half mile for each blast that total'd up to three dozen ceros in total. Along with that, they'd all have enough impact, when combined with Rose's powered up state, to decimate a city half the size of New York City itself.

So, there would be sweat dripping from The Primera Espada's body as she cackled, breathed heavily and gave a pained grin. Her body was as hot as the sun, yet felt shivers as cold the frigid antic winter itself. Shaking, aching and yearning for something out of reach; this sensation was spiraling further and further out of control as the heartache she held in her heart for all this time was becoming materialized, raising to the surface and being used as a sword to burn her way to a happier day.

"I am sad because this world is a barren one, but you learn to adapt and fight it!"

Snarling with distaste for the state of his existence, the urge to fight overcame that misery and guided her further towards this path. Eyes becoming devoured by a white light, the power that laid within The Mischevang started to swell further and further. In another holler, The Primera Espada launched hundreds of energized fist away from her flaming aura in an attempt to smash Moonie to bits with the power of her spirit.

She wasn't quite sure what he was bringing out in her, but he'd never know that she was becoming more and more relieved the more she sorted through these feelings. Subconsciously, this whole ordeal was almost a therapeutic session to vent, thrash and let out these inner-workings of her mind and heart to wash away the sorrows of yesterday in order to become a better Rose for tomorrow. Thus, she'd keep ripping out these ugly shades of scarlet from within herself so that she may once again shine with that vivid shade of red which captivates those under her wing.

"And in order to fight it, I turn to my family. Even if they are fucked, it is one of the few things I find solace in. So how dare you, how fucking dare you, say I have no right to put my power and trust into them! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!"

In those heated words, Rose could feel herself getting emotions, but the adrenaline of the moment caused her to stop giving any sort of care anymore. These feelings were becoming overwhelming for her to cope with, as they burned on her insides like a raging inferno. And, as a result, tears of anger started to drip down from her cheeks as The Lone Espada continued her wild and barbaric charge at The Moon God.

What she saw ahead of her was indeed a challenge, one she wanted to meet and bring forth her primal urges to fight as an Arrancar; a creature of the hollow realm that thrived on the death and defeat of others. Yet, she didn't see through him or past him. He could talk all he wanted, but The Primera just wanted -- to feel accepted. That is why she tried so hard to appease her elder sister. That love, that feeling and that sentiment of having a place to belong is what drove her to support them, fight for them and bring out the best of herself.

So, in the mind of The Espada, her intentions were all but right. At least, according to her own jaded morals. And if The Moon God couldn't accept her feelings, or at least acknowledge them? Then The Pained Mischevang intended to beat her frustration into him and make The Nature Iramasha understand through her fist. That is -- what she was best with -- and perhaps what he was most accustomed to as a warrior as well. She was never the person to convey these ideals with sappy words, so it was perhaps the only thing she understood in an unfortunate way. She tried and tried to shout these feelings out to communicate with the world the best she could, but they just seemed to fail to reach anyone in a meaningful way. Ergo, from the perception of Rose , she just had to force these sentiments into him until these feelings fit.

Thus, in the monstrous shock wave of her fist colliding with The Moon God's face, the battle was heating up. In that single strike? Everything around them was vaporized and reduced to pure rubble. The very earth shook for miles on end and sparks of bio-electric lightning scattered in every direction. This lightning destroyed anything it touched upon contact and ignited hellish crimson and silver flames all around the environment the two combatants found themselves crafting with their own attacks and will.

In that hit? Rose knew she made some damage to the creatures body, but felt a stinging pain radiate from her fist due to how intense the durability of the male's body was. So, blood started to drip form The Primera's knuckles, but her regeneration was sufficient enough to try and cover those wounds up at the cost of taking away trace amounts of energy from within herself. Still, the pain lingered like an ugly itch, but The Mischevang relished it. This anguish caused her to laugh with delight as her tears turned from ocean blue to blood red; corresponding with the crimson hue of the lone Arrancar's spiritual energy. As the streaks of white, red and pink shifted around her flaming aura, they reflected the shattered sense of intermixed feeling within the Espada and she used it to keep her eyes on the prize for the sake of fighting with these raw emotions to reach this bastard.

Henceforth, while she had to exert more force than before to reach his face, the backlash was more than enough for her own armor to hold up under as she fortified her defenses by increasing the density of her own ample volume of energy. Then, through usage of Origin Code, Rose channeled the particles of her reishi that were in the air in order to restore the values of Earth's gravity back to normal around them in order to avoid getting her arm blown off and her center of gravity being unaffected by The Moon God's blow.

After more quick burst of combat, the strike which resulted in Rose's fist giving him a sound uppercut failed to send The Nature Iramasha flying as The Primera Espada hoped, but it was obvious enough that there was damage done. She could see it with the cracks, and feel it in the depths of his body as she made physical contact with him. Which is when, in that gap of time, a strange phenomenon happen. As each of the combatants stared into the souls of one another, their spirits conjoined in that moment and Rose started to sense a deeper sadness within him. One that caused her to give a baffled expression back towards The Moon God. In return? The Moon God may very well feel many of the frenzied sentiments beliefs, passions and motives of The Primera Espada for this cost of internal knowledge.

In a quick motion, The Espada moved her head back and forth to shake off this bizarre event. She could not believe, that in that instant, she may have saw a bit into his soul and he into her inner world. Yet, in this spiritual world they lived, freakish acts of the world were all but possible.

So, to gather her senses together, The Royal Mischevang pulled back and tried to see what results her spin-kick would deliver across her opponent's body. However, she couldn't help but wonder why this yellow-haired maniac felt like crying himself. Those visions within his spirit -- they were too pained for a dimwit like him to experience. But, then again, emotions weren't really rational to begin with. She could laugh in that instance, as she herself was still crying bloodied tears of rage, sadness and joy in this space of time. Hell, she barely knew if she hated this guy or not anymore. Maybe she was just using him as a punching bag after all. Who cared anymore? It just felt good to let it all go.

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But, like a freight train in the night, the roaring sounds of Moonie's pain woke Rose back up to reality. It seemed her kick made its intended mark on him, but at the cost of being bounded to The Nature Iramasha's body. Making a sucking sound with her teeth, Rose's mind needed to think on it's feet and with the utmost of accuracy to avoid getting caught up in this mess. At the price of unleashing a sudden burst of energy from within, Rose let out a scream of her own and ceased the momentum of herself being flung in the air to cancel the effect across her body through Origin Code tampering with the kinetic energy around The Primera from the end result of Moonie's attack.

Panting, sweating and bleeding from her leg; the Primera Espada felt the rush of battle once more and laughed once more. The pain was becoming something to just have a giggle at. Yeah, that was the best way to put it. It keeps coming at you, coming at you and coming at you until you become resistant to it, break off the chains that torment you and fly beyond it to fly to the heavens to reach your crown. The crown in which releases these miserable feelings from within and alleviates you to a higher plane of emotional existence. One with lessened sadness, intensified understanding and acceptance of those around you.

Hence, as each hit was exchanged in this battle, more and more of the shackles that bounded Rose were becoming unhinged as she tapped further and further into the power that her spirit possessed. For that was the key to being free to her subconscious mind: total and utter acceptance of herself, of the way the world is and of the people around here; including this spiky haired jackass that was forcing her to see that.

It is why she could only laugh more when the bastard started yapping on about the fact battles allows one to release their inner-most feelings. What the hell did he think she was doing? Just scrapping to be scrapping? No. This was almost like therapy for her because no one had dared confronted her about these issues. Not the alluring touch of Pamela Aikira's kindness, the hellish warmth of The Hollow Queen, nor the bonds attached to that of her family, or the friendship of Dr.Hebi and not even the likes of her own self bothered to confront this until this point of acknowledgement to her own damn sorry internal state. For without a wall blackened clouds blocking the view of the sky, one can look beyond it, ascend to the heavens and see the situation for what it is in their detached state of view. Gaining full clarity of the events that occur around and within themselves. That is the sentiment which Rose's mind was becoming awakened to.

"Are you deaf, blind and dumb? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME?!?"

Those furious words were all Rose had to give before the tears exploded into a stream of reddened tears that rose in the air in the wake of The Primera's Energy once again sky-rocketing. With the clashing of their foreheads, and matching of their roars, the area became further decayed and the atmosphere became electrified with their raw energy. Warnings were being issued not to approach this vicinity for within a fifty mile radius as these two colossal powers duked it out against once another. The skies began to darken, the winds picked up to category five hurricane speeds and the rain started to whip and lash at them like daggers against the skin.

In the another explosive yell that blew away the very winds and torrential floods around them, Rose hollered out in anguish, anger and happiness as the pain of their headbutt caused blood to begin spewing out of her forehead from such chaotic levels of energy smashing against one another. In fact, even her fingers flesh started to decay away, but her regeneration saw that they would remain intact. Yeah, it hurt like a bitch, but that didn't matter much to the Espada in this heat of passion. Life was one agonizing spiral of pain, and this was just adding more to that collection. And, at the end of this sea of pain, there was something of a light awaiting for Rose. That crown, that crown buried beneath the dirt and mud, she sought it to relieve herself of this torment and she was going to reach it with this moon bastard forcing the awakening of it from within.

Jumping back by ten feet or so, Rose shook her head to shake off the dizziness she felt and let the flared blood that oozed from her forehead coat her face as she took a calm and deep sigh to bask in this moment. This sense of pain was invigorating, it felt great and burned away the nonsensical thoughts of despair and grief that the Arrancar had before. Could responding to her primal urges be that healthy for her? Was this fight session that therapeutic? She still couldn't answer that, but sometimes it was better not to question things in this life. What The Primera needed to do was focus and pay more attention to her opponent.

The Iramasha's body seemed to be becoming devoured by more of those blackened flames. Gauging the values of his body, the bulk and mass of it was increasing; which lead Rose to assume that his defense was more than likely becoming enhanced and taken to another level. So, in this lull, she'd take the time to bolster her own durability by feeding energy into her Enhanced Hierro Armor.

All the while, The Primera panted and caught up with her breath as this battle was indeed taking its toll on her body, mind and soul. It certainly wouldn't be one she'd so easily forget anytime soon; for the Arrancar felt something shifting, changing and evolving within herself. Something that could craft her persona, change her path and bring her to a new prospective of living and experiencing. That is what she felt in her heart, but was too stubborn and unable to communicate those sensations properly to the world. Thus, she could only keep fighting with her fist until their intent marked Moonie.

By that reason, their foreheads clashed once again as The Iramasha closed the gap between them and Rose countered with a repeated headbutt. This time, however, her defenses did not buckle as easy as she anticipated it, fortified herself and held her ground evenly as the very earth beneath them started to give way and burst of magma, lightning and energy exploded in a display of hellish power around the two.

"What is preventing me....? Nothing is. I see your truth, but you won't accept mine. There isn't one absolute truth in the world, and I can accept yours if you accept mine. If you can't meet me at that half-way point, then piss on it, dammit!"

And with that, Rose let out another hollering scream that pierced the heavens and went on to thrust her head further against Moonie's. Except, this time, there was a raging source of energy coming to the surface to try and knock him away from her. This burst of strength and power was meant to send shock waves of assaults into his body and soul; making him feel pain, damage and decay on a physical and metaphysical level. That was the nature of The Primera Espada's inner-self coming to the surface and effecting the tides of this battle.

Ergo, as the more this self came further to the surface, the more their inner-worlds collided. For, each time The Mischevang exchanged blows with Moonie, she started to see more and more of The Moon God's disappoint, pain and heartache throughout the duration of this battle. If there was one thing that was starting to become clear through these quick flashes of the mind, it was the fact that this guy, this -- bastard of a guy, wanted to see the best of her come out in this battle. And that, honestly, made the girl begin to weep more with tears as she bit her lip out of frustration with herself, him and this whole debacle of a life.

"Don't you get it? The reason I'm freaking pissed right now is because I'm angry at you for attacking that which is precious to me, idiot. I enjoy this battle, I really do, but I cannot allow my family to be slandered like that by you. They are my creed, my reason and purpose for coming this far. Their love and acceptance is what I crave, so I want to smile for them, myself and for you."

Then, at the end of that, Rose paused and blinked. Why the hell should she want to smile for her foe? Yet, it felt so right to. Grunting a bit, The Primera Espada grabbed the right side of her face and pondered if she suffered too much blows to the head for saying that.

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"Fuck, YOU KNOW WHY I WANT THIS! DON'T ACT RETARDED!"

Hearing the roars of Moonie's yell once more, something furious awakened once more within the Arrancar and she snarled at being provoked in such an emotionally vulnerable state. She started to open up, she started to listen; but that accursed yelling would not fly. It reminded her too much of those who tried to boss her around, pierce at the stake and enforce their wills upon her body. The same screams and yells that were heard on the death of her human life, and the same types of screams and yells that were echoed by all those who wished to kill her again in the after-life as a lone and lost Hollow in the sands of Hueco Mundo. No. Such insolence would not be tolerated.

"SO NO, I'M NOT HOLDING BACK!"

With one more yell into the skies, Rose summoned more of her energy and summoned a colossal fist made of red and white fire above her head. It expanded for roughly two city blocks in every direction and held within an intense heat that could melt steel itself. That meant, from the sheer energy this thing generated, it was a highly volatile and dangerous move to unleash. Yet, The Primera had the funds to write out this check by tapping more into her Cero Engine Cores. She didn't attain this mastery of ceros for nothing, right? So, she pointed this mammoth-sized attack directly down at Moonie. And by the time that occurred? This thing was on par with a Cero Oscuras.

In spite of that, it seemed The Nature Iramasha knew when to go on the attack and prepare himself. So, for now, Rose would have the massive energized fist raise into the sky, gather more energy and begin the process of dropping it back down from the atmosphere to gather more impact strength for when it ultimately hits The Moon God. At least, that was the plan, anyway.

From what the Primera gathered on her assaults that were causing cracks to open up on the males defenses, she just needed to keep hitting him harder and harder until it all eventually gave way and cracked like gradual chinks in a dam leading up to the whole break down of the system. Therefore, from Rose's desire and urge, more and more power started being siphoned from her body and towards these attack as she continued her twenty four arm assault against Moonie with greater intensity. Seeking, aiming and yearning to give him a taste of what pain her soul had endured. She didn't give a damn about beating him, she didn't give a crap about losing and she certainly didn't care about proving a point anymore; she just wanted him to listen and accept the the anguish she had endured up until now and stop ignoring her subconscious cries for help.

Therefore, he would find great resistance in his barrage to reach Rose in order to make that hay maker punch. For a dozen more energized arms would slam into The Nature Iramasha; piercing him with enough fury to leave dents in his enhanced armor from The Primera's unstable and highly potent energy. Since, at this point, all three of Rose's Cero Engines and her own spiritual energy were working up a major sweat to become as efficient, enriched and fierce as possible in order to make this man feel the burn.

Thus, he'd get his punch, but he made very well lose that limb. This could be achieved as Rose concentrated a high volume of energy into a singular point in order to attempt to cut off the males hand when reaching her gut. So, in a silver flare of light, this energy began to vibrate and urged to cause significant damage to the male in that instant and further bring down his health so that he may be closer to a knock-out or being immobile.

In the meantime, Rose would begin vomiting her own blood from the intensity of the punch and the armor of the Arrancar would prevent her from falling prey to the hit by filtering out most of the damage. After all, with her using as much energy as she did, something had to give and she felt herself feeling somewhat sluggish at this point. But, it didn't matter. She needed to keep marching forward as she snarled with anger, determination and tenacity.

With great speed and reaction time, The Primera Espada detected a sudden emergence of energy coming from out of his chest and through his month. So, by activating her Soido Boosters, alongside her natural masterful soindo, The Fiery Mischevang combined them both into one force and gained the one up in speed on Moonie as she moved in microseconds. In this time, she raised her right hand to his mouth and aimed to fire off a grand ray cero in his mouth in order to disrupt the flow of energy from the Moon God's breath assimilating in his mouth. In this way? It would explode right in his jaws, inflict significant internal and external damage to him and allow her time, while in her soindo sprints, to gain a distance of one and half miles in the sky before panting and grinning.

And, during that escapade, The Royal Arrancar dropped more weight from her flaming aura and unleashed all three dozen energized arms into one massive fist. In doing so, this would produce a colossal explosion that could ignite the skies for many miles over; expanding up to a ten mile radius and shaking the earth for up to one hundred miles away. Indeed, this destructive light show had within it enough power to destroy New York City itself. Showcasing some of the destructive power of Rose's Cero Engine Cores.

Still, moving like clock work, Rose kept moving, albeit at a slower speed, and maneuvered herself to be behind the sight of her gargantuan sized energy fist. It expanded to roughly a five mile radius and had gotten two times stronger since The Nature Iramasha's and The Espada's spat. So, she'd submerge herself in the blast and move downward to take on the The Moon Dragon's Dash.

Opening it's palm, this massive hand sought to negate and destroy everything that came to its path with such ravenous and monstrous power that came from The Primera Espada as she screamed with the utmost of intensity.

"YES, YOU ASSHOLE!"

And with that simple answer, the skies, lands and sea would be devoured for thirty miles over as a massive plum of mushroom smoke and lights extended over the environment. It obliterated everything in its path and had the potential to leave catastrophic damage to both combatants.

So, the question was: Just who would come out of this smoke in what condition? Only time could tell that much. The ball was now in Moonie's court and there was no telling where this battle was going to head now with this change of pace. The Primera Espada, however, was ready and willing to take this clash as far as it needed to go in order to realize her vision. That was for certain.

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