Two forces of devastating and equal strength, crashing into each other with pressures too strong to be kept in one place, but neither could stampede over the other. Thus, a horizon was created to allow for its escape; a disc of extreme kinetic energy in all directions perpendicular to the clashing attacks. The edges of the horizon cut into the earth's crust like a fierce claw raking at the skin, separating the soil and the sediment packed beneath the surface, and creating a fissure between the two entities—That is the level of power that single attack possessed, doubled between the two of them. Yoruichi grit her teeth as she met such resistance, but held steady with her arm so that it did not give an inch up to the Arrancar. Her knuckles stung from having to fight back against such immense levels of pressure, but she would not allow her arm to bend; her fist would separate from Nemain's when the cavern beneath their feet split them apart from each other, and only then. As a result, when the chaos finally subsided, her side would be completely clean of any sort of damage, if only a slight windblown. ''And...?'' she began, but quickly shut up as the blue-haired child flipped over the growing canyon. It was her original intent to make a witty remark, but her tone of voice shifted halfway through as she realized she was not going to get the words out fast enough. She was not quite the professional jabbermouth that this one was.
Said jabbermouth was spinning at a speed beyond what Yoruichi had initially pegged her down as being able to move. This wasn't true speed, but rather just additional propulsion from the strength of her launches. She spun and she spun, building up momentum as Yoruichi watched. Sooner than later, a foot came swinging down to the top of the Flash Goddess' head, though Nemain shouldn't have been surprised when the attack ceased prematurely. It was probably perceived as being fast to her, but on the contrary it was far too slow to achieve anything against Yoruichi. There was nothing even impeding her; nothing to take advantage of. The attack was simply thrown out with blind hope, and that didn't work in this fight—in fact, it was one of the things that would get the Arrancar killed, the more that she repeated the mistake. The right foot landed upon the sturdy right forearm of the dark-skinned woman at an angle, so that half of the attack was subjected to the side and wasted, while the other half was easy enough to take to the arm. She was a wall, unyielding to the advances of Nemain, causing her leg to be still the moment it impacted. At precisely the same time, Yoruichi's other free hand rose for a counter strike. She made a fist initially, but midway through her upward swing she straightened out her two first fingers like a child did when they were playing with make-believe guns. The arrancar would feel several sharp jolts through her leg, but the pain didn't last for long. Here, Yoruichi once again one-upped her opponent in terms of speed, managing to land these strikes before she had an opportunity to jump away with Sonido—there was always a recovery time after a strike, or else no strike at all.
The dark-skinned woman careened in the wake of Nemain's Sonido, the aftershocks coursing through the environment like the ribcage-rattling bass of a boombox. Her violet hair whiplashed at the sky and wildly shook around as the wind continued to rage. Yet, even with the strong currents, the woman's eye stayed wide open, shifting back and forth as keen as a cat's. Fast was what her opponent believed she was, but Yoruichi's judgement remained reserved as her body turned rapidly to always face wherever her opponent's blurry form traveled. Speed was her specialty, and there was no way in hell she was going to lose track of an enemy because of it. She knew how movement worked, where her opponents were going to be ahead of time and what potential distance one could reach at top speed. She had years of training in the arts of the Onmitsukido and was one of the strongest heads to ever lead the special operations organization. Ha, keep thinking you could get ahead of her, and see how far you go. When the attack arrived, Yoruichi would be ready for it; that same right leg aimed for her head, but it was quickly stiff-armed with ease. Nemain would notice something strange in the kick, feeling the power of her kick escape her before she even connected with Yoruichi's palm, as if her muscles had suddenly decided to fail her. But nevertheless, there was the left hook to deal with, and a response was already in place for that as well. The Shihouin's right arm came up to meet it, forearms crashing into each other and sending all of their force outwards. The earth quaked yet against as a torrential blast desecrated the ground further to paint the air with green and brown. As if the loud noises weren't already enough, another shocking crack sounded to rattle the ears. Though, while all of those distractions occurred, Yoruichi's left hand raced back from her earlier block to jabbing her fingers into the arm of Nemain, striking several more spots in the time it took her to Sonido away again. Those same minute stings would be felt, before quickly being numbed.
Surprisingly, Yoruichi's eyes had actually lost the form of Nemain's for a brief moment, as she took and unexpected direction. Rather than moving across the horizontal plane, it took a slight moment for the woman to realize that the Sonido had launched her opponent up into the air, as she noted the subtle trail of dust that would rise up from where Nemain had been standing with her left foot. Feeling slightly threatened for the first time this fight, her face turned upwards to catch sight of the oncoming lights. However, Yoruichi was no deer frozen in fear; she reacted immediately and vanished from her place on the ground. The next thing Nemain knew, she'd feel naked legs hooking around her arms to spread them apart and lock them in place, while naked arms hugged around her waist to keep her from twisting or turning. Yoruichi had appeared behind the Arrancar and trapped her in the hold of the Peregrine Falcon Drop, and there would be nothing but a straight vertical drop from here on as the Flash Goddess did everything in her power to keep the course straight, but there would be very little time to change anything anyways. As a final measure, two soft words would be whispered from Yoruichi's mouth as they cruised downward, and an electrical spark would spiral down their bodies so fast it could be missed in a blink. At the same time, Nemain's Ceros would fade and dissipate, and her body would be frozen like a statue—Yoruichi's signature Reverse Demon technique, which countered the actions of an opponent by putting forth an equal and opposite swirl of energy, was used. And so the two descended, and Nemain would meet the ground face first with all that momentum backing it. They impacted with a capacious shockwave that spanned the entire clearing, cutting down the first few waves of the treeline because the trunks couldn't handle the amount of weight pressing against them. Needless to say the once-flat surface was now entirely shattered through and throughout, segmented into hundreds of massive chunks that grew smaller and smaller the closer they got to the impact site; the impact site, which now was a cavernous crater. Within the center of that hole would be Nemain's body, head buried into the rough while her body was still erect like a statue from Yoruichi's technique. The Flash Goddess herself would leap off the back of her victim, performing a single backflip before landing cleanly on her feet some several meters away.
Nemain would probably survive it though the concussion she'd recieve certainly wouldn't be pleasant. However, if and when she pulled herself out of that burrow, she come to find an entirely different problem. The right leg would be searing in pain as intense cramps suddenly developed all along the length of it. There would be no moving this leg at all, as it would remain frozen even as the rest of her body gained its movement back. As though an invisible mold of concrete had taken hold of that leg, and refused to break no matter how she struggled. There was no strength in the leg to break free. Additionally, her left arm would be having issues of its own, as all senses and all muscles simply shut off, causing it to be useless dead weight. These were the same limbs that Yoruichi had aimed her counter attacks at, though precisely what had occurred remained untold. It also remained to be seen whether such conditions would wear off, and when. If Yoruichi had had her way, then at this point, she'd be sitting at an extreme advantage over Nemain. For now, the amber hues waited and watched, judging the condition her opponent would be in when she recovered from the drop.