Canon 5 Branch: Alexander vs The World

Alexander crashed his fists, preparing to fight. He was prepared to fight against this guy In any possible manner, to crush him in the name of Shinigami supremacy. But this old bum, who was to become Alexander's first victim in his planned one-man crusade, did something inconceivable! Alexander never thought somebody would have the nerve, courage, or even stupidity to do something like this. His opponent had, obviously. It was something that was not to be forgiven. But what did his opponent do? "Ugly hair." Yes, he committed the sin of insulting Alexander's hair. That alone was a quick start of one way road which ended at execution by Alexander's hand. And that was like it on a good day. And Alexander was already pissed off. He didn't cool down. First Zeich and then Trapster. He was already pissed off. Not too much, but he was. Until now. Now he was angry. Rage was flowing within his soul like a blood through a body. This was something that deserved using his sword. And Alexander indeed found himself drawing his sword. He quickly drew it, and tightened his grip on it. He was prepared to send this son-of-a-bitch-you-dare-call-me-out-for-my-hair-you-stupid-fuck Arrancar right to the only place where he was okay with their existence. Straight to hell.

But Arrancar was not done with his insults. Oh no, he was a stupid brick that had no idea what he was doing right now. "Inferior specimen. Annihilate. Genocide." Alexander's blood was already heated up, but this got it straight to the boiling point. Alexander would have attacked that bastard there and then, that instant, but he was prevented. Obviously, some of that stuff was Release phrase or something, because it unleashed that Arrancar's true power, Ressureccion. The act of releasing lasted for a few seconds, but Alexander couldn't attack in that time window. Simply, force of releasing was too strong even for him to break through and attack. But, those few seconds were more than enough. Alexander already formulated his plan. I will show you what being inferior is. Then he activated one of his less powerful, but more educational techniques. Greater Wild Arts: Soul Fang. That was probably the most refined use of his Reiatsu. And one that Alexander rarely used save for "educational" purpose. It is because of what it did. It reduced opponent's powers. And Alexander usually wanted to fight opponent's at their strongest. But now this was more than a fight. This had to be humiliating experience for his opponent.

The instant the force stopped, and his opponent was done releasing, Alexander took off. With a Shunpo. He didn't even notice who his opponent was His goal was to simply pass near his opponent with his sheer speed. He would do that without any trouble. His speed in Shunpo was great, statistically at 7000. With 250 Instincts and only 400 speed, his opponent would most likely not be react before Alexander just passed by his right side. The fact he also had no sophisticated battle analysis capabilities was also a great disadvantage for his opponent. So, it was s definite as it could be. Alexande would just pass by his opponent with this single Shunpo step, and that would be hard, if not impossible, to avoid. But simple passing his opponent by with Shunpo was not Alexander's goal. He was a master of Shunpo. So he could twist it properly to more suit his needs. His right arm, which was his sword arm, was just kept with the body, bent in elbow completely, so the fist, hand itself was in the height of his shoulder. And it held a sword, which was pointed away from Alexander's body. As he would pass by his opponent, it would catch him, his arm, shoulder, perhaps neck. If Alexander could cut his opponent then it would cut him. In any event, it would do what Soul Fang did, and would reduce his opponent's stats by 10%. And if it didn't cut into his opponent, then this maneuver would, besides reducing opponent's stats, just bend Alexander's trajectory, and slow him down, stopping his momentum. Or something like that. Result? Alexander would find himself behind his opponent, facing him. So he attacked. With speed of his movements almost double than his opponent, he slashed at his back wildly. It was simple diagonal slash. But it would connect more likely than not. And it too would do damage.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2350/3000 (-50 for Shunpo, -600 for Greater Wild Arts: Soul Fang)

OOC: Reposting stats and skills for easier access.

OOC: Yeah, sorry for messing up the technique names in my previous post.

Alexander's plan worked like a charm... except it didn't. His opponent was not a dumb-dumb, and he followed suit with his own step technique simultaneously to Alexander. Effects were better than Alexander expected though. They didn't just collide and wreck each other. But nothing ended up as expected save for the fact that Alexander managed to get Spirit Fang to bite his opponent. He was hit by effects of Arrancar's step well enough. his ears were hurting, and his vision was blurry. His arm was sore as hell, because impacting something at speed of 7000 which moves at 6000 is one Hell of a pain. But Alexander did take it all. And he was sent flying after that collision, at angle, stopping at roughly 20 feet from where his opponent was. It was painful, and he ended on one knee, facing his distant opponent. He suffered some damage, that was for sure. But he was still alright. it was nothing. He could keep fighting like this for ages. He grinned. This was life. Fight to death. Kill or be killed. Butcher or be butchered. Slaughter or be slaughtered. Yes! YES! This was what he was born for. Shinigami supremacy doctrine was no the spine of his personality. It was it's soul. But it's spine was... this. Battle and destruction and rage and adrenaline and everything, combined into a single word inside Alexander's mind: FIGHT! There really was not anything in this world that came close to this.

And in reality, Alexander was down on his knee for a split second. He forced himself up with ease. He was always quick to recover from damage. With Damage Recovery of 3, it was even more true. This era lacked a Kenpachi, nobody daring to claim the title since Kenpachi Shousen left Gotei 13 during war with Azeru Cho and his Espada. Alexander was closest to that. Kenpachi, title that strongest Shinigami of each generation claimed, meant "one that doesn't go down, no matter how many times he is cut". And yes, Alexander was mightily close to that with his incredibly Damage Recovery of 3. His body, his soul, his mind. He always got up quickly. He always forced himself up so he could fight. And this time, it was no different. He forced himself up just at the same time of his opponent firing a Bala. Now that was a massive one. Alexander' whose blurry vision was just starting to clear out, still saw it. And opponent's silhouette, too- his vision was still good even though blurry. Alexander was short with time. he had to do something mega fast, or face being hit with that enormous Bala. Judging distance ftom his opponent, he prayed he is closed enough, and vanished. Well, he didn't vanish actually. he couldn't do that. But he did something, and dodged Bala in process.

He used Shukuchi- Ho. Not too fast, but more than fast enough with its 3x boost to speed. While people usually used this to invade their opponent's personal space, Alexander, who was master of it, did something different, as twisting a technique to his needs was easy to him. He moved diagonally forward and left, which removed danger of being hit by Bala. But Alexander was not done. He didn't even end his movement with Shukuchi-Ho, which brought him within only 8 feet of his opponent. He interrupted his own step with a Shunpo, Shunpo which took him straight toward his opponent, straight in front of him, only 3 feet in front of his opponent. And he stabbed forward, initiating a stab using his own full body momentum of abruptly stopping Shunpo, for he did stop it awkwardly, which Alexander knew how to do. He stopped Shunpo in unorthodox way so that momentum was not halted.Momentum was initiated, and with his stab, there was enough of momentum initiated to do what Alexander wanted. Shunpo Karin! That was his plan.With all that speed and momentum and everything, opponent would be caught off guard. And with increased momentum and speed from Shunpo Karin, and fact that opponent's Hierro was weakened by Spirit Fang, Alexander would stab his opponent into his stomach, piercing even his Hierro. As he grinned, it seemed as if he was planning something. But who knew?

Remaining Reiatsu: 2200/3000 (-50 for Shunpo, -100 for Shunpo Karin)

Alexander did notice that his opponent disappeared with Sonido, taking off. Alexander even deduced what would happen with location of where his opponent would end up. Right at him. His opponent was willing to hit him with a body slam. Alexander indeed had a tight time window to get out of the way. He could have easily used Shukuchi-Ho or Shunpo to evade. But that would defeat the purpose of his entire plan. So he let it pass. And when his brain registered that his opponent was covered in spikes, completely, every inch of his body, it was already too late for dodging. They say that when adrenaline shoots up, and life or death moment approaches, that the world slows down. This is not true. Adrenaline just speeds it up. It never gives you time think more. It just speeds everything up. And pure bestial instincts take over. Same happened here. as they slammed into each other, Alexander's brain already took in and accepted all facts. His left hand, free, he inserted between his and his opponent's face. He poured all of his strength to keep his opponent's face away from his own. He was stronger than Hitler, even if by a bit. he managed to do that. Their joint flight towards a wall behind Alexander was a short one. But also inspiring for Alexander. His opponent might think he had lost it. But Alexander was sane, more than ever in his life. He roared mightily, more like a beast than like a man, so loud, so strong. He was a beast. But there were words in that roar.

"SHIKAI!" And then they hit the wall. Flight in reality took only a split second. Incredible pain pierced Alexander as his opponent, a spikecushion, slammed into him. He was getting pierced by hundreds of those little spikes. But his opponent was stabbed, stuck on his blade. That was all that Alexander needed. He had this one opportunity. And he was firm on taking it. He felt like screaming from pain. Only thing he managed to effectively save was his face, for he had his left hand holding off his opponent's face away from his. But there was no time to scream. Alexander had to to it. He had seconds. He did it faster than that. But, Alexander let it out, a scream of pain and words. Not even a second passed from hitting the wall. "MAJO!" And his plan was complete. His sword transfigured. No longer Alexander wielded his proud navy sword. It transfigured into a shorter one, a katana. But his opponent was still stuck on it. It was stabbed into his opponent's stomach, and that was part of opponent's torso. Alexander grinned. His plan worked! He now only had to desire for this to happen. And he did. He willed it, and his technique activated. It was one of his best, strongest, and most intimidating powers. It was Skewer. Out of main blade of Shikai, which was stuck in his opponent's guts, fifteen blades shoot out, cutting up, skewering opponent's internal organs. And they killed him. Three out of those fifteen were directed at heart. And it got shredded. And... Nobody could survive that.

Alexander won this. His opponent was dead. He retracted Skewer, letting those blades sink into the main one. It was short thing. Merely a second later,he felt pain easing. Spikes retracted, and Alexander felt blood. His blood. He was bleeding from all those wounds. It was not good. But he could take it. He always did. His own Shikai would, in certain conditions, give him more punishment for using it than this gave him. Wounds were shallow. But pain was still there. And blood loss. Alexander clenched his jaw. He had to fight the pain, and release his blade. Leaning even harder on the wall, he pushed with his already injured left arm, as his left hand was pressed against his opponent's face. He pushed with all strength he could muster up. Which was more than enough to release the dead weight from his blade. He pushed it a few feet away, where his opponent's corpse fell, face up. Alexander slid down the wall, into seating position. He was god at taking hits and surviving, but he had to wait a bit. He could just got and run while full of holes. He had to wait a bit for bleeding to stop at least. And that is when Alexander looked at his opponent's face. "Holy shit. Is that... really? HAHAHAHAHAHA! How is now inferior you Nazi bastard?!" As his opponent's Ressureccion faded away, and only a broke corpse, bloodied remained, Alexander laughed. "AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Shikai: 1/10

Remaining Reiatsu: 1700/3000 (-200 for Shikai, -300 for Skewer)

As his opponent spoke, Alexander listened. And he laughed. He found it majorly amusing. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!" He couldn't stop it. But as Arrancar dissolved to ash, he stopped, and spoke out: "Well... If your will the extermination of Arrancar race, I will surely carry it out somehow, with or without your blessing. So rot in Hell, NAZI! AHAHAHAHAHA!" To a bystander, i might have even appeared as if Alexander lost it. But he found it majorly amusing. No more, no less. The fact that Nazi leader, man who plunged billions into war and death because of his hatred, was "blessing" him. Alexander had no need for something like that. He was above such man. They were both monsters, each in his own right. But Alexander was above him. He was Shinigami. He won battle and killed Hitler. And... he was British once. "HEHEHE! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!" He couldn't help it but laugh. Pride was fulfilling for two reasons. He slain Hitler, both in his capacity as a Shinigami, and as a former British citizen. He was content with that. He could sit all day resting, savoring the moment. But he had to go, he was in enemy territory, and being relaxed too much could kill him. Literally. He had to move.

But as he got up to leave, he saw something among the ashes of his dead opponent. It was a glitter, just that. But Alexander spotted it none the less. He approached ashes and crouched next to them. He saw that there was something in the ashes. Taking it and cleaning it from ash with his hands, he saw that it was a medal. One of Hitler's. If it was somebody else, they would have just tossed it. But, it was Alexander. He had a thing for all kinds of trinkets. So he put it in his pocket, to keep it. It might come useful. If nothing else, Alexander could brag that he killed Hitler and show it as a proof to people. And it was a trinket. Alexander's collection could use expansion. Even such infamous trophy would fit in just well. Alexander now needed to figure where to go. Well, there was only one way open, and Alex, while his bleeding was stopped, and he could move with ease, didn't feel like smashing his way through a wall. So he took door that was open. He quickly ascended stairs, and started running through the corridors, his Zanpakuto in hand. It was a light rhythm, so that he wouldn't tire. What was weird was the fact that nobody was in there. He was passing an abandoned area. Or all of his would-be opponents pissed their pants. When will anybody show up?!

Shikai: 2/10

Remaining Reiatsu: 1700/3000

OOC: Sorry for incredibly long delay. I just lost my muse for this, and coupled with RL obligations... Either way, I apologize, but now lets get to business. As we agreed previously (like eons ago), this thread will be IC used to turn Alexander from Semi Kenpachi to Full Kenpachi. However, to trigger that, Rio needs to beat Alexander up quite a bit. So,cinematic beatup! As we agreed, Rio will beat up Alexander over a course of cinematic posts to trigger the turn, and then we leave cinematics and real combat starts. Therefore, after this post, lets say, two yours and two mine posts of cinematics should be enough. Actually, late edit kicking in. Pie said we have one of yours, and one of mine posts, and that is it. So you better get onto that hitting.

IC: As Alexander ran through this abandoned area of Las Noches, even he was sure that it would ultimately lead him somewhere. Corridors, stairs, hallways, chambers... Everything was empty. It seemed abandoned, but there were no signs of neglect or decay. This wasn't some forgotten derelict area of Las Noches. It obviously had a purpose. Therefore, it was maintained in good shape. What was it though? A transit route? Maybe all these corridors led somewhere important, and numerous Arrancars and Hollows frequented them almost like a highway. Or maybe it was gathering area. Or arena? Alexander pondered on that while he ran. He blitzed through all those rooms and corridors. Until he reached it. End of his road. It was enormous, round chamber. Alexander looked around for a moment or two. Sand. Blood. His last guess might have been right. It was an arena! And on other end of it, there was a huge door. Even from across the room is looked incredibly, unnaturally heavy. Alexander was not sure that even he could move it open, with all his strength. For such door to be here... It meant it led somewhere important. Therefore, it meant he would need to go through that door.

He simply walked though, through this arena of sorts. His step was light, but yet remained firm. He had sis sight on that door. There was just it. He would find a way to open it. If nothing else he would use the power of his Shikai to carve through it. He was pretty confident that it would work, even if everything else would fail, because his Shikai was immensely strong. Yet, Alexander wasn't aware of the danger lurking above immediately after he entered the room. But there was danger. Without any sound, suddenly, sand blasted up, and floor exploded, right where Alexander's feet would have been. It was an ambush. Quite vicious one. It would have hurt Alexander a lot, potentially killing him in his current state, if it hit. If. Alexander dodged that attack, and what he had to thank for his salvation were his incredible senses and his even more incredible instincts. He felt a faint vibration before the floor blew up. His senses were that good to pick even that faint vibration. And his instincts not only incredible, but they were a bit weird too. Alexander could masterfully process non-visual information coming from his senses a bit faster and bit more precisely than visual data. That was another good factor in him actually realizing that his hide was in danger. And final factor that saved him was his speed. He was incredibly fast. He could naturally move at speeds that others couldn't reach on average. Not even his full speed was needed.

No, Alexander just jumped back. He did it at comfortable 600 speed. He didn't need to move faster. He was always fast, and even that wasn't his top speed. He landed gently on his feet about twenty five feet from the place where would-be ambush happened. As sands fell down, Alexander saw silhouette of his opponent first, and then his opponent. He grinned. If his opponent could perform feats like that, and had common sense to ambush him, then it meant than Alexander was up against above-average Arrancar. And he was more than content with that. And if Arrancar would turn out to be Espada, that would be even better. Alexander wanted to fight one head on ever since he stepped into Las Noches. He knew it wouldn't be walk in the park. It would be hard. Especially in his condition, being injured and all. But that is what he got for recklessly trying to end his previous fight quickly, he could have avoided most of injuries if he was a bit more patient. But there was no patience. Alexander was in middle of enemy territory, in middle of war. Patience? Patience means waiting. Waiting is a killer in such situations. This one was no different. Here too, patience was a killer. Without a word, still grinning Alexander charged forward. To see what his opponent was made of. He charged straight towards Rio, at comfortable speed of 300, thrusting his sword in front of him in a fluent stabbing motion. While not exactly the tactical masterpiece, this was an attack with clear cut out purpose. Test his opponent's mettle, and quickly discern what Alexander has in front of himself, an Espada or just a weakling. Espada could easily deal with such attack. So, what was his opponent?

Shikai: 2/10

Remaining Reiatsu: 1700/3000

OOC: Well, setup done. Time for beating Alex! Get on with it!

(ooc: Likewise. Sorry for the delay. Had a paper and two exams today. Reading break was not the break I thought it'd be).

"Good job. If you couldn't even avoid that, you'd be worthless." Rio remarked, smirking at his opponent. "Am I in the presence of a Captain? Ain't killed one of you before." He commented, cracking his knuckles, and then grinning. Rio boasted a relatively slim build, which suggested a speed fighter, rather than the power fighter that he really was. Something that usually deceived his opponents. "Well. First time for everything, isn't there, shinigami?" He stated. "You better curse whatever gods you worship, for pitting you against me!"

Rio could tell that he was up against a very agile opponent. But he was still slow. Faster than Rio? Sure. But compared to men like Cierro or Lucitide, this man was very slow. And Rio had crushed both of those men with ease. So Alex's speed did not phase him. Of course, the lack of surprise may again have been attributed to the conception that Rio was a speed fighter. Alex may have surmised that because of Rio's lack of surprise it was simply the assumption that Rio was faster. Oh. He was about to be proven terribly, terribly wrong.

As Alex assaulted Rio, Rio noted the fluidity of his thrust. Rio lifted one of the Sai from his belt in answer to Alex's attack. Would Alexander know the nature of the Sai though? Seeming, for all intents and purposes, like a three pointed dagger, many misjudged the sort of weapon a Sai was. Rather than a proper thrusting and stabbing weapon, a Sai was wielded much more like a shield, or cudgel. With one extra, lethal trait, especially effective against swordsmen like Alex.

As Alex attacked, Rio held his Sai handle up, the metal center prong running against his arm. Rio then charged back at Alex, and swept one arm down. The Sai clashed against Alex's blade, easily deflecting it. But then Rio did something that would completely change the nature of the clash. He pulled the Sai up and turned it. Why was this important? Because by doing this, Rio had now trapped Alexander's sword between one of the outside prongs of the Sai and the center prong, essentially locking down the blade! By trapping the sword, Alexander Kuma-Hebi was essentially immobilized if he did not relinquish his weapon! And he might want to do that, because even as Rio trapped his sword, and stepped in, his right arm was snapping forwards in a short, but brutal hook punch to Alexander's ribs. Alexander was strong for a shinigami. But he was not that strong, and a blow from Rio was almost certain to crack, if not break a couple of ribs.

It was also at this point that Rio gave a mighty wrenching motion with the Sai, to attempt to forcibly rip the weapon from Alexander's hand with nothing more than leverage and immense brute strength, intending on sending the sword flying away, out of reach. Ideally while Alexander was focused on the blow crashing into his ribs. Rio was a dangerous enemy for swordsmen, because of his skill at disarming foes. An enemy who relied on their sword would quickly find themselves without a leg to stand on against the furious offensive of Rio Demoniogalgo, the Quinta Espada!

And Alex needed to find that leg to stand on quickly, because more was coming. From the same side as his hook, Rio threw a sudden swift and efficient low kick to slam into Alexander's leg. This one was quick and sacrificed some power for speed. However, given it was still Rio, it would leave a serious bruise right down to the bone, and inhibit that agility he had demonstrated before. And still Rio followed it up, in a relentless, brutal offensive. Now from the left, Rio made a swing with the center prong of his Sai, flipping it into an orthodox grip in a single fluid movement, aiming to smash the metal, baton-like weapon into Alex's hip. The Sai's narrow, but compact shaft amplified Rio's power considerably. This would be no mere break, a blow like this had the potential to completely fragment Alex's hip. Smash clear through it.

But even such a devastating blow was but a distraction. Rio had thus far directed his attacks fairly low. The ribs, leg and hip. Now he instantly shifted to a higher strike. An open hand thrust forwards as Rio lunged into Alex, attempting to grab the Captain by the throat. Clenching the throat tightly, Rio's knee crashed forwards to collide with the same leg Rio had thrown his kick at earlier. The purpose. To cripple Alex's balance, and force him to fall, Rio on top of him. Rio wanted to pin Alex to the ground, so that he could use the hand around Alex's throat to strangle him to death! Alex's sword had been wrestled away from him, Rio was confident that nothing this shinigami could do would force Rio off of him. Rio's face was twisted in a strange combination of wrath, fury and glee. Gleeful, furious wrath. His hatred of Shinigami shone through in this sadistic look of pleasure, but so too did the idea that he was throttling the life out of one. That he could watch Alex writhe and squirm, gasping for breath, until he finally, brutally died, Rio's hand clenched around his throat.