Squid Games. (Akira vs Priscilla)

AKIRA TAIRITSU

To be useful.

That was an objective that since his conflict with the Adjucha Draconia, a sizzling irritation had washed over his flesh, a constant tug at the corner of his stagnation that not only reinforced his current weakness but uselessness to the Vandenreich as a whole. If he wanted to be an individual who could one day feel free from the Gotei, a large barrier between him and them isn’t enough. In this case there was only one species that resided in the Shinigami’s mind that could assist in this refinement, a creature that was notoriously a predator above all else, down to the very reason they exist.

An Arrancar.

To this end, Akira didn’t seek out random Arrancar to merely fight and eliminate off the board. He required someone willing to fight for the sake of the thrill, spending alot of time stalking the dense woodland areas of Japan for such a being, extending his sight and sense alike to catch a glimpse of this signature. He could feel the heart pump violently against the ribcage, right wrist resting against the hilt of Rivu, causing the end of the reversed sheathe to point upward for a brief moment, golden hues surveying his surroundings.

It had been forever since he actively sought a conflict, an instinct which had been dulled like a neglected blade, refusal to fight or merely use other methods to avoid, run and otherwise conceal himself from such things.

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

Where to find such an Arrancar, such would be a difficult ta-

That is a bright light.

Wait.

Akira’s body tensed violently as his foot dragged into the ground below, Shun’poing swiftly out the way as a swathe of land was left in ruin, trees brought to heel by raw energy that was forced out through wrath. This cerulean energy almost blinded him entirely, as the Sight managed to locate the originator of this technique through unseen reiasu residue. Well. It was then, the foot dragged into green grass below, staying thirty meters away, hoping to catch her off guard with the index and pinky twitching, condensing reiatsu as it crackled, sparking with an amber hue.

"Bakudō #9. Hōrin.”

He muttered softly, before a burning sphere of orange ignited into reality, a swirling energy that was shot forth at a rather impressive speed, letting it twirl like a corkscrew, exploiting the usage of its control to flick the wrist with the hope it would move to wrap around the upper thigh of the Arrancar! His ability to alter Kido was limited as of this brief moment, but a lack of incantation only enforced the speed, altering the tethered design to have a smaller formation, reducing the initial potency for versatility to alter the trajectory if needed.

The womans Cero was enough to indicate a level of danger that Akira required to be cautious of, checking around the body for any insight into her skillset or leans.

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AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | Zathrusta (Inner Hollow) Purple

Well. Her wiggling was effective.

Akira was NOT strong in the slightest, finding his body being torn from the ground as he’d let out a yelp as his form was ragdolled across dirt, though pushing against the floor with the palm and jolting himself back to a standing position. The once pristine white overcoat currently caked with marks of oak, it’d take a lifetime to return it to the original white he was so fond of. The small scrapes on his flesh evident. It was then a head tilted to her speech.

Some form of anger? Maybe that was exploitable.

."I like her, I’m so eager to taste the sweet nectar of vermillion. If you can ever harm it, ahahahaha.”

Zathrusta was being as annoying as ever, Akira aiming to respond to Priscilla. It was a calm tone, a smile ever carved across his features but it was difficult to really dissuade the thrumming heart that banged against his ribcage like a drum. The adrenaline that began to enhance senses.

."Reiatsu like that will attract the Gotei, I’d rather you use me as a sparring partner less we both end up on a large list.”

Crack!

Sonido.

Priscilla’s form manifested, causing Akira to let out a tsk as he’d decide to move into this attack, a brutal punch slamming into the soft cheek which caused ripples, a brutal pain going through the lower jaw. Anyone of less durableness would be lacking the ability to eat right now, neck craning. Yet. He wanted to exploit this brief moment, swinging the zanpaktou down to the inner thigh as momentum began to drag him from the standing position, toward the inner thigh! He knew Hierro was difficult to cut, but a basic refinement of reiyroku hoped to be that difference. Regardless. Akira found his body once again spinning across leaf and twig alike.

Once his momentum halted from the left digging into the ground, souls of the boots scraping against anything below as the tang of iron filled the mouth. A glob of thick spit dropping below, blood. Touche. She was strong, fast. Her Cero earlier meant she wasn’t weak at all offensively. This would need to be a battle of wearing her down, or atleast getting them to calm.

Two fingers suddenly caressed the base of the zanpaktou, eyes focusing on her. Let us see how her instinct was. A sudden surge of yellow forming from base to tip as it followed the rapid movement, fluidly taking a step in a Shun’po to the right as the sudden burst of power released a yellow wave of violent energy. The lack of incantation usually reducing it, though Rivu’s ability to increase potency came in handy, not entirely mitigating the loss of output but drastically reducing it.

."Hadō #32. Ōkasen”

He muttered softly as it released, intent to cause damage and break away some of the Hierro!

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

Oh.

Oh no.

There was a flash of realization as Akira’s confidence dropped drastically as the golden hues saw the build of reiatsu, a Cero whose damage was almost incomprehensible for most that weren’t privy to it. If this was a higher Hadō, a clash would be reasonable. It was not though. The flash of yellow was interrupted, left hand coming down as each digit spread, sweat dripping his body and nerves on fire as witnessing reality warp around the ball of cerulean was horrifying. It was overwhelming, a brutal surge that easily tore up earth and tree alike.

."Bakudō #81. Dankū!”

He uttered swiftly as a rectangle manifested before him, letting the Gran Rey Cero slam into it with the ensuing explosion violently surrounding the area. It was a notable surge of reiatsu, a consistent wave of energy the rushed around the barrier to still cause effects on each arm as sleeve and flesh alike was burnt, ground beneath his feet torn asunder as he relied heavily during this defensive move to utter an incantation, letting the brutal noise be a hopeful buffer.
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"Nargh! F-Fuck! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens.”

This uproar of debri easily causes several stones to embed in flesh, scratches and smaller trickles littering the body. If it wasn’t for his proficiency in Kido, this situation would have been fatal. Her skill in Cero was without a doubt, terrifying.

Each digit came together, finalizing the incantation and launching it through his own Danku as he allowed it to pass and falter, thick smog being used to conceal the oncoming Hadō: 71 Soren Saktsui, altering this Kido a little to compensate for regeneration, focusing on these blue flames to cause a temporary minute incineration. Essentially hoping to halt any major regeneration from the effected areas.


These blue streams, a pair came to impact before reaching Priscilla and hit one another, detonating in a violent wave of blue flame, aiming to let this V like cone of raw fiery sapphire to coat the Arrancar and deal a bit of lasting damage back. Each foot came to the ground, well, what was left of it eventually as the zanpaktou immediately returned to the holster. If this transaction was anything to go by, a fight based on Cero and Kido they were evenly matched, or so it seemed the way.

If he was released, she would do so. This was a shit situation.

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

The brutal damage cascaded across the landscape, a violent eruption of dust that threatened to call an audience from anything truly from the vicinity. A harsh exhale occurring from the formerly white haired man, now a hue of pink, brown mixture that stained clothing, torn aspects of the overcoat only revealing a litany of smaller scars beneath a slightly torn shirt. It was a brief moment of hope that his spellwork had succeeded in bringing Priscilla down a notch, dripping vermillion, flickers of sapphire embers scattered about.

Wait.

This Arrancar truly was a specimen, able to begin regenerating once again, charcoal flesh beginning to reknit into a brand new skinsuit, ragged hair, violent eyes of a beast. Fuck. It would seem, much like Dragon, kinetic energy for internal damage would have to be the better option for this. It was then a thunderus boom broke the sound barrier, eyes widening as his head turned rapidly to see an incoming fist, growling.

."Serve me!”

As his hardwork of study began to form, incomplete as a single rib began to manifest within a rapid creation of ancient demonic arts, it was basically the first time he’d ever put this into practice. The work of blut, concept of hierro, internalization manifested in the exterior. It didn’t matter though.It broke. Her ferocity breaking clean through as the anchor point being himself caused him once again to fly, knuckles brushing against the left shoulder though a familiar, bubbling of flesh caused Akira to shriek in anguish. Why was it always fucking Acid?!

His body flung against debri, craters caused from their Cero-Kido exchange as a harsh splutter of coughing erupted past his lips, phlegm dropping to the floor. Using as he did with Dragon, a thin membrane forged from Bakudo energy to seal the wounding being caused, neutralizing the acid but even that tore away at least two layers of flesh. Akira decided it was time to take this up a notch, sheathing his zanpaktou before muttering, a left hand on the ground beneath him.

."Bring them peace, Rivu-aiasan.”

The sheathe began to crack with reiatsu, a sudden surge of energy as a brief moment of the water around the Shinigami halted in its entirety, only for it to wrap and turn both blade and holster alike into a black barnacle like substance. These sudden spheres of brine water began to manifest around him, three in view within a fourty foot radius as they remained close in a triangle position around his person though the fourth? Beneath him. Akira after this brutal testing came to gamble on Priscillia being far too rage induced and desiring to keep pummeling him to fall for an entrapment.

His palm upon the ground below imbued the fourth sphere which manifested into the soil beneath, making it seem like an idle wet spot with a Bakudo#73: Tozansho. It was a gamble for certain but nothing as of this point gave him reason to think she wouldn’t respond with physical violence.

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