THIS THREAD IS A SPLIT FROM SIN CITY THE POSTING ORDER IS AS FOLLOWS: CPK, RAWK, HORUS, MORPH
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It didn't boom, or resonate, or echo strangely. That would've been too showy for a man who had no real desire to rule. Instead, it droned out from every lamp-post, every billboard, every electronic signal within a mile of the combatants. It spoke in a pleasant, amused tone, one that conveyed not the slightest bit the details at stake here. He sounded as if he were making a public service announcement about a hurricane warning, or an amber alert. Cold, dry, and detached throughout.
"Attention, citizens. A hollow incursion has occurred. I'm currently in the process of pacifying it, with the aid of Gotei representatives. At this time, the threat level is still moderate. I would advise all of you to find the nearest reinforced room of whatever building you're staying in. Remember that sekiseki stone must surround you on all four sides to offer any significant protection. To those invaders who may be listening, I will say this once: You are currently free to leave at any time. I have no intention of chasing down or seeking vengeance on any of you who felt encouraged by the words and presence of an alpha. Leave immediately, before this debacle is resolved, and you will be assumed blameless.
The lad eagerly awaited the question that he would never receive, fuming in an infant state of anger before it was broken by the quick inhale of air in a comical response to the emergency alert sent out to the surrounding area. He wouldn't intrude on this alert, as it didn't matter where Yaksha directed the citizens of the city. He would command his army to hunt them and slaughter them, converting their sinful lives into the very essence that would expand his army even more. With a snort he choked himself up slightly, then he would do just that. He was crouching down as he inhaled air at a high volume.
"Alright, you heard him! They're all going to be hiding, spread out, and make me proud! Complete the mission, whoever fucks up the most humies will be granted my highest praise! Miia, don't let these lowlife Shinigami stand in your way." The foul-mouthed brat would exclaim at the top of his lungs, taking a few breaths to regain his composure afterward. The Hollow troops that flooded the streets beneath them began to rally, letting out a monstrous, collaborative roar that shook the still air.
But, he was tired of all this yammering on. It had gone on for too long, now. He was ready to begin the fun, and his eyes were settling on the Captain before him. Whether she had more to say to Yaksha or not, he cared not. He gave him his time, but that didn't mean he was going to allow any to her. This was an invasion after all, and it was being held as if it were some political occasion. No, this was an act of terrorism, and he wasn't going to let fair play get in the way of his efforts.
Fastening his grip upon the hilt of his Zanpakuto, Kuta let the threshold beneath his foot slide back. Lowering his head and his mind entering a meditative state, he readied himself for the impending doom that he was to reak upon the Shinigami Captain, Murasaki. A slow and steady inhale through his nostrils rose the hairs on the back of his neck, the beginning of the epic battle closing in with each passing moment. Exhaling from his pressed teeth letting out a hiss as the heat of his breath created a white plume of carbon dioxide as his mind steadied on only the precise motions of his attack.
His foot driving the force of his body forward, the reishi beneath his feet arcing with the soles of his shoes as his body was sent into a tremendous stride toward Murasaki. Lightning trailed him, followed by a distinct clap that was akin to the previous Sonido. This wouldn't be a Sonido. However, it would just be a testament to his raw speed infused with his explosive power. Drawing his sword just as he reached her vicinity, unsheathing and resheathing his weapon as he passed the woman, attempting to decapitate her skull from her neck. Her speed was rivaled to that of his own, so he was sure that it would take much more than this singular attack to end her, but he wished to be the pistol that started the race in his actions.
"Catch me if you can!"
He'd continue his movement in a childish manner, springing off with another thunderous Sonido before firing a series of Balas to the city from the aerial perspective the combatants stood from, in attempts to disrupt the resilient power grid. His puerile games were sure to get under the skin of his opponent, but he only wished to finish his mission, kill the captain, and go back to doing nothing again in the comfort of his home.
"Fucking technology, just die already!"
He shouted, moving from one location to the next as he laid waste to the city, announcing his hatred for man's unyielding strive to overcome nature's will to disrupt human's day-to-day lives. His movements were erratic, but he would travel in fifty-foot intervals. Giving himself time to fire a Bala before the loud clap of his Sonido resonated again. He'd rinse and repeat until he was stopped, whether he only be able to do it once, or ten times. The efforts made to turn the city to a crater in attempts to dismantle the power grid would be unwavering. His horns would send out a wave of energy consistently, known as the Arrancar's Perquisa, to alert him of her movements toward him, if any. His attempts to kill two birds with one stone would come into play. Would she play the hero and stop his attacks, or would she fight him head on? Whichever it may be, there was blood to be shed, and he wasn't going to let up on an opportunity such as this.
It was the time that the Espada rendered a swift execution to those that faltered in the path of a Hollow's natural lineage. Those that fell out of line were to be swallowed whole, with no remorse. Weaker beings that couldn't contend in the harsh environments and lack of politics that plagued the lands of Hueco Mundo. The term survival of the fittest held most true to their homeland, as it was a dog eat dog world, and there was no room for strays. They'd be chased down and put in their proper place: the ground. Once this obstacle was clear of his way, he'd be the one to deal the killing blow to the dog that broke its leash.
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Murasaki made no response to the many things Yaksha had said to her, other than a curt nod of acknowledgement. She understood the diplomatic importance of keeping in the Hollow's good graces, and that staying in said good graces was a diplomatic consideration of her Division. Most would have ignored such a thing, but diplomacy was every bit as much her duty as combat was. She didn’t give much thought to his offer to talk about her wounds, or whatever manner he had chosen to refer to it as. None of that mattered to her.
Watching the juvenile Arrancar carefully, Murasaki’s gaze remained ice-cold, analytical and ready to react to whatever sort of approach he took-- Ah, and there it was. An attack right by her side, one she assumed was intended to either decapitate or simply bifurcate her altogether. Normally, Murasaki did not rely much on her own speed. She tended to simply use her father’s kagayaki to go where she needed. However, while she did not much care to overestimate any foe, she could tell that this little boy’s speed would be a match for her own. Every muscle in her body tensed, and as the yellow bolt zoomed by her, she simply took a single, measured flash step to the side, out of reach of his blade, and turned her attentions back to him. He was aiming to destroy, it seemed, not to fight. She imagined that the heroic course of action would be to protect the ground. She, however, had other Shinigami at the ready for that course of action. The only solution to all of this was to cut off the source.
Most shikai, upon release, made their user’s energy levels skyrocket, an obvious increase in their power coming from the announcement of their true name. Kagayaku, however, and Keifu alongside it, did no such thing. It was an infinitely more efficient release, one which wasted no energy on simply enhancing the user’s physicality and spiritual pressure. All that occurred was her speed’s exponential increase, every facet of her body racing now. Of course, merely relying on her father’s shikai would do minimal good. She leaned forward just a touch, and at that moment, every muscle in her legs tensed. She felt the materialization of just enough spiritual pressure beneath her feet to use as a springboard, and then… She leapt.
Even unaugmented, her speed was considered exceptional by all accounts. When one took into account her natural inclination toward hoho, and her parentage from a speed-oriented zanpakuto, it simply added on top of it all. It took only a single stride for her to catch Kutabare, though it was in part due to the time she had taken in analyzing where he would go next. She suspected that if she chose to simply chase directly after him, it would be a much less fruitful endeavor. When she reappeared, however, she neglected to fully reveal the scale of her speed. There was still but one Murasaki now, though even at a glance it was obvious the acceleration she had placed upon herself.
Her approach was much the same as Kutabare’s had been toward her, truth be told. Of course, once she found herself nearing him, that was when she deviated into her own methodology. She did strike at him, of course, a low, horizontal strike fully intent on severing his left leg as she passed. At the very same moment, however, she allowed the full scope of her speed to come into play. Another of Murasaki swung at Kutabare from behind, a second action taken at nearly the same moment courtesy of Kagayaku’s release. A third Murasaki appeared at his right side, a downward slash intent on removing his arm. Another at his front, aiming for the chest, and a final from above, aimed at his left arm. There was no longer only one Murasaki to contend with, but five. Of course, they were in truth all the same woman, but the degree of speed at which she was currently operating...well, few alive could discern that.
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Oh my.. It seemed as if things were escalating quite quickly. Almost immediately after his arrival Vrael felt the arrival of another couple entities. One of which was most definitely a Hollow, while the other, based on how he rushed into the horde of Hollow-fodder must've been a Shinigami. Vegas had definitely gotten lively today! Sadly, even with the arrival of these others it seemed as if the singsong voice of Vrael went unnoticed, or the others merely didn't care at the moment. Of course it also could have simply been drowned out by the city-wide announcement made by Yaksha, the apparent ruler of Vegas if his words were anything to go by. Following the words of said Hollow it seemed as if the group below him began splitting off into their own individual, or paired battles, whilst the horde below began to swarm throughout the city.
Before even lowering himself into the battle below Vrael calmly watched as the Kuta gave out his orders to the horde & made his own move. Immediately the horde moved to the orders, Vrael himself almost feeling compelled to follow the words of the Cuatro Espada. Fighting said momentary compulsion the skeletal Hollow watched as the childish form of the blonde Arrancar made his moves. A soft chuckle of "Yohoho" leaving his jaws as he watched the lad blitz the city as he engaged his foe. Not soon after the Cuarto's target brought herself into the battle, wasting little time before releasing her blade and engaging the blonde Arrancar. At this point the two began moving at speeds Vrael knew he himself couldn't cope with. Thus in regards to those two he'd have to rely on his senses and reflexes incase anything came his way.
What of the others though? Had none taken notice of his arrival? Or were they merely waiting? At this point though one would suppose it didn't matter. The Cuatro had given his orders & Vrael, as a fellow Espada and a Privaron at that, felt he should finally step into the fight in some capacity. Thus the energy holding the skeletal hollow aloft would vanish, his form dropping to the ground immediately as a result. Landing as if a feather floating on the wind Vrael would be quick to dash forth into the horde of his kin, blade of his shikomizue flashing through the air as he brought down any humans unfortunate enough to cross his path. Until someone came to stop him the Adjuchas was more than content in exterminating the lives before him.
There was a pounding anger which seemed to thrum within Arkin's head, like the sound of a war drum being beat over and over as the tide of war washed in. Such was the life he lived as a warrior, and a member of seventh division. The utter disgust and pity he felt towards the horribly corrupted creates could not be put in words, accursed beings forced to walk the earth with their tainted sins as their shield. It was unacceptable to the soul cycle, to his division, and to his warrior instincts; there would only be one course of action taken to purify such beings.
The leviathan asked he clutched within his hands seemed to pulsate with power, before it condensed into an icy head. The chill which invaded the area around him and his weapon was enough to alert people that he was some ice based shinigami. But that would become a small note as he launched into the savagery of which the unknown was known for. As the moment he had arrived with Murasaki he had already beset the waves of hollows, hacking at their cores and using his bare hands when needed to end their suffering. But he also finished with an ax head- for it was the only true way to wash away their sins.
There would be no budging on that, for it was their duty and his redemption.
But as the weapon bisected a hollow he would feel a shift in the aura of the battle as Kutabare and his captain sought to class against each other. Something along an order being issued to the hollow horde. They would not move far as they found a pale ghost crashing into them, savagery and murder his shield against their onslaught. It would not take long before he had carved something of a path to a skeletal like hollow, one which seemed notably stronger than some fodder.
From the skeletal hollow perspective, he would find a large bear of a man. Bald on his hear with some type of war paint tracing his body. An ax which seemed unwieldy held within the maw of his hand. Within his pale blue eyes where a singular focus, a singular resolve which sought to bring the destruction of his entire being. As for his energy reserves, it appeared that he held a good portion of it as he appeared to be in some type of constant release shikai.
He would not ask for surrender, he would do nothing of the sort as he pulled the Ax back before launching it. However, the blade would seek to fly past the hollow left shoulder behind the man as a grimace appeared on his face. He wasted no time however as not even after he launched the flying ax did he seek to charge into the hollow his hand outstretched as he sought to drive his massive hand into their skeletal face locking it in a vice grip- intent on driving them backwards with impressive power.
His eyes grew, his face riddled with shock that he had been caught so quickly. He had wanted to rampage for just a bit longer. This wouldn't be acceptable by any means, there was no way that a Captain was able to match his speeds. The underlying fact that her Shikai had come into swing remained a missing thought in his mind as she maneuvered her blade at him aiming to liberate his left leg. The speed at which she traveled would be hard to read if it were not for the sonar-like Perquisa that echoed out above his head. Falling in awe of her speed once more as he pressed his thumb to the guard of his blade, exposing it just enough for his Zanpakuto's power to emit the lightning that was the catalyst to his power.
His leg would sweep out from the position it once held, letting the blade pass by him as his garb fluttered with the force of the swing. Having little time to react to the next strike as his Perquisa signaled a rear flank, fractions of a second passed in this time. His body would make an effort to move forward or to the side but the cool steel grazed his back sending a sensation through his body. A surface wound at most before yet another attack would catch the bounce of his Perquisa. The lightning brushed upon his body, the vibrations of his power shook the blood from his back like a pinata. The trajectory of the blade would find its home upon the hardened horns of his mask in his defense, sparks heating the air as the swing came through. A Cero began to circulate into power between the horns on his head, reading his opponent's steadfast movements was a difficult feat. It was as though the woman had multiplied, but he wouldn't be defeated in speed so easily. Her blade would find his chest with ease he'd take the brunt of the pain with a bite of his bottom lip, his Hierro reducing the damage from the swing to an extent as she appeared above him. He had found his opening for a retaliation. It was whether or not he could match the speed she produced, but by not reacting to the previous hit he left himself a window to react properly.
His plan was simple, wedge her blade between his horns and leave her nowhere to go as he brought the power of his Cero onto her being. Lightning surged upon his body as his head was put right into her trajectory, he looked up at her from the corner of his eye, in hopes he had found success. If he did he'd mutter, "I had a ferret that was like you." Before he'd launched the charged Cero at the trapped Shinigami. Though, if she would attempt to flee he would attempt to follow her with the Cero still at full force as it laid reckoning to the Strip. A look of maniacal joy possessed the visage of the child as the beam ripped through its course, laughter bending his back and folding his arms over his stomach as pain punished him for laughing. "Thi-this is great! This is what Captain's are capable of! I don't know why, but I've wanted this for so long. I can feel it." Kuta would shout as he opened his arms up basking at the moment letting it embrace him. His Zanpakuto falling back into his sheath as he'd finish his attack.
Kuta was lucky that she worked in such a speed that the detrimental effects of his Zanpakuto weren't as severe as usual. For him to make so many directional movements in the lapse of what would be a single attack for him was remarkable. Though the fact that she could position herself from so many different angles, that was the true feat. Though his Perquisa could only recognize one being at the time of every strike, it had felt as though he was being ambushed by a brigade of five men.
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The moment Murasaki felt her blade clash between the young boy's horns, she knew this would be yet another of those moments where releasing her father was perhaps the safest option. Unlike previous times when that occurred, however... Murasaki's grip on Kagayaku only tightened, every muscle in her right arm tensing tremendously. This would be exceptionally painful, that much she knew, but she also wasn't much bothered by the thought.
As the cero flew up toward her, Murasaki twisted Kagayaku not to free it, but to lock it further into Kutabare's horns. Once that was finished, she used the leverage now provided by Kagayaku to swing Keifu with all the more force, able to put all her physical strength into simply the goal of cutting off Kutabare's left arm. All of this, considering her shikai, happened in but a moment, and she suspected that he was so preoccupied with his violent fantasy that he would barely have time to notice it in the first place.
Still...the cero did eventually make impact, from her accelerated perspective. She could have fled, but that would have only been counter-productive. One cero wouldn't kill her, and she was more than happy to trade that injury for the one she inflicted on Kutabare. As the beam washed over her, she could only grimace to herself as the beam struck her fully, and at point blank range no less. Of course it was painful. A different Murasaki probably would have cried out. Well, a different Murasaki wouldn't have made such a risky maneuver in the first place. But this Murasaki...
Artist: 331Erock - Song: Song of Storms Meets Metal
A content sigh would leave the jawbones of Vrael as a path was carved through those before him. The Adjuchas cared not for whether he cut down fellow Hollow or not during his onslaught, for if they fell being caught in the crossfire they'd have just as quickly fallen to their foes. Again and again the shikomizue would flash through the air taking yet another life with it. Soon enough through Vrael felt a change in his surroundings. A chill had begun to make its way through the horde of his kin, heading directly towards him. As those nearby began to fall faster and faster Vrael was finally able to make out just whom was delivering his kind to their end. A hulking, bald man covered in some sort of warpaint. For a few brief moments the Adjuchas would watch as the man cleaved and tore his way through hollow after hollow, a purifying blow ending each.
Soon enough Vrael & the Shinigami he witnessed had cleaved a path of carnage towards one another. In the moment of their meeting, of Vrael's hollowed out sockets met the blue eyes of Arkin, he knew the man was strong. Not just in body.. No, his feats in cleaving his path were evident enough of that. But in mind as well. The skeletal hollow would have little, if any, time to reflect on this as his new foe engaged him in battle.
Within less than a moment Vrael found himself on the opposing end of Arkin's assault. Without hesitation the man had loosed his hefty axe, following it not a moment after. The man, it seemed, was not one for words. Without a second lost Vrael's blade was on the move to intercept Arkin's own, a mistake immediately noted on once said blades made contact. In that split second of the two weapons meeting, his own being deflected by not just the weight of the axe but the strength behind the throw, Vrael knew things had just gotten difficult. Unfortunately for Vrael that deflection as well as the momentary shift in his balance would be all his foe needed. Flesh would make contact with what would feel like bone as Arkin palmed his face, driving the lithe skeletal form backwards immediately.
While Vrael's lightweight form would proof a disadvantage in how easily Arkin would dislodge him from his place, it would also prove to be a boon in such a situation. Skeletal limbs would blur into action as soon as Vrael felt himself hefted from the ground by the force behind the hulking man's form. With his left hand Vrael would grasp Arkins wrist in his grip, the blade in his right hand moving to flash towards the limb holding him as bony legs sought to land a double kick on the midsection of his foe, using him as a platform to push off and away. Assuming the maneuver ends successfully Vrael would then follow up with a quickly formed cero before letting it loose in an attempt to make some space between he and Arkin.