Wise Decision?

[Sargon Denumic]

Thread Title: Wise Decision?
Participants: Senshi vs Sargon
World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Heuco Mundo desert
Special Conditions:
Circumstances: In the vast desert cloaked in eternal night stands the shinigami known as Senshi training to achieve further greatness in a dimension of hostile enemies. As she continues to progress a new enemy arrives to fight. Will she survive or will she fall?

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Ultimately, Odayakama Senshi had come to Hueco Mundo's territory to avoid the Arrancar and the Espada. For a while, it certainly was going well. She had wandered through the sands, vanquishing majority of the hollows with her Zanpakutou without the release even being needed. It was here that she realized she had come far. Few powerful Hollows had gotten in her way, mostly due to worry of being felled. It was her fifth hour in Hueco Mundo, and as she approached, the one armed swordsman paused as she felt a shift of vibration in the sandy floor. Leaping backwards into the air almost instinctively, her Zanpakutou was swung downward with one arm, straight at the Hollow's mask which burst from the sandy ground. Her blade had easily split that mask, the thing twitching before it fell.

It dissipated as the Shinigami had luckily not run into the dreaded Arrancar. Yes, the Arrancar. She had met them twice before she learned. The first had been one actually able of casting Kido. The other had been the dreaded Kuroi, an Espada that had been taught within the history records. If she recalled, that man was the former Segunda. However, both times were a long time ago. Now, Odayakama Senshi was a Vice Captain. She'd grown stronger dramatically, and she'd opted to test her limitations. The redhead girl had no intentions of staying here long however. Nor did she have intentions of venturing far, for she knew that there was a likely possibility that she'd reach the borders of Las Noches. That was a dreaded thought. It was times like this, she wondered if she ought to have come here.

It was a land of infinite dangers, and the thought of running into a powerful Arrancar or Espada had made her question her standing. She had forced an Arrancar not so long ago to retreat, and she knew very well that Arrancar, even non espadas could easily pose a threat. With a deep sigh, she paused as she could almost swear she saw an individual appearing in the distance, a humanoid figure. That immediately brought her worry because there were two possibilities. Either that was an Arrancar approaching, or it so happened to be a Vasto Lorde. Either of those options sounded absolutely terrible. Standing on top of a sand dune, she looked down upon the figure as the moon light illuminated their frames.

She was 5'2", small, petite not weighing much over 100 pounds, and obviously a cripple if closely observed with her missing her left arm. Her Zanpakutou had been drawn in her right hand, and she didn't seem as if she was going to put it down for anything. However, as he approached, she couldn't help but feel intimidated, because a rough glass made her think he was strong. Very much so. Her sky blue eyes could only gaze upon her foe with a hint of worry, but she'd greet her foe immediately with a name. "Odayakama Senshi, Hachiban Fukutaicho. If it is possible Arrancar. I'd wish not to fight you. I've come here to train and test my limits, and it's rather ill fortune I've run into one of your kind today." She spoke quietly, but assertively, trying to remain calm.

However, depending on his answer, including his ranking, she'd immediately tense, those eyes widening. "Extend above the heavens and fly. Shonin Joka..." With that, her blade would glow a bright red color, the blade becoming slightly shorter, a three foot blade as opposed to five. Senshi held it prepared for battle at any given moment, the sword seemingly otherwise having remained unchanged than the slight shrinkage. Her spiritual power hadn't changed. Her strength and or other features hadn't seemingly changed either. All that did change was the pressure. The sand shifted and blew away until her sword's transformation stopped, leaving her prepared for the upcoming battle. This wasn't good. Not at all. 'You're telling me senbun. He's strong. If I were you...it'd be wise to get the hell out of here.' She was almost tempted to shoot the spirit a glare as if to say, "You don't say?" However, it would take time to call a Senkaimon, time she didn't have. "Kouyi. Arrancar.

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Stats:

Strength:(70x.6)=42

Speed:300

Spiritual Pressure:330

Reiatsu Strength:(400x1.75)=700

Light Aura:75

Dark Aura:25

Instinct:150

Senses:150

Energy Sensory:0

Wound Expertise:0



Total:1400


Skills:

Analyzing:2

Learning:2

Weapons*:2[Swords]

Martial Arts*:2[Aikido]

Battle Analysis:2

Mental Enchantation:2

Pain Tolerance:2

Kido:2

Damage Recovery:1

17/17 SKP

Reiatsu Remaining:
2950/3300

-350 Shikai Release [Class 3]

Duration: 1/9

[Sargon Denumic]

Sitting by the fire place in the stone chair with a wine glass full to the brink with the life blood of a poor soul as it was sipped down the throat of the individual that had taken it from its producer. The Tercera Espada sat in his section of Las Noches content for the moment with the massive room that hardly held any light. He was sitting on the stone chair leaning against it holding the wine glass with his right hand as he pondered over what had been happening the last few months. He had continued training his Fraccion along with testing the latest of the appointed Espada.

Both of the newly appointed Espada had proven to him that while they lacked much of what was essential to being a powerful entity they had potential. It was much the same when he had found his Fraccion. As long as they possessed the potential to become truly powerful and thus entertaining than it was enough. He hadn't attacked anything in some time simply due to disappointment at the fact of all the dimensions the last few years. It was like only the one percent of entities could truly entertain him now and finding those entities alone was simply annoying. He could always attack Soul Society again, but there was a difference between seeking excitement and death.

As powerful as Sargon was he knew that beyond three Captains at one time he would more than likely be overwhelmed in his current state. Finishing the blood that now ran down his throat Sargon came to the conclusion. He had finished training Aurora in most regards and in truth she was seeking out a place in the Espada now. She was a good Fraccion despite her attitude, but compared to the other Espada she was more than ready. Sargon didn't have a problem with his tiger going and trying to stand on equal ground as him so long as she realized that doing so would mean he no longer had to hold anything back or treat her differently.

This was boring and beneath him simply sitting in the dark confines of his section of Las Noches awaiting something strong enough to present itself. Kouhai was a lazy fool who never took the initiative. Standing by and doing the same was something that Sargon would no longer tolerate or adhere too. Standing he began to make his way towards the door where he would exit and start the search himself for something in the vast desert that might be able to give him some entertainment. If there was nothing out there than at the very least perhaps he could find another entity of potential to fill Aurora's soon to be vacate position.

5 Hours Later

Moving across the sands with his hands in his pockets Sargon cast his gaze over the desert this was simply boring. He had left the desert a few years ago because staying out here had proven to be more boring than being in Las Noches centuries ago. Life was such a tedious thing when one lived for more than a few centuries. Everything began to fade in importance it all grew stale and grey. Nothing was fresh anymore. All he could hope to find would be someone that could give him the rush of battle. Finding someone that could actually push him beyond mild amusement though was like trying to find the souls of the first dozen Kings of England. Reality was cruel whether you're known as a villain or a hero.

The moon light cast down upon the scene of the infinite desert captured everything including Sargon and someone new to Hueco Mundo who happened to be standing atop of a sand dome where she was in plain view. Sargon starred at her as this Shinigami revealed herself to be one of high rank. What had made her come to the desert though to train? The wilderness of Soul Society was just as dangerous yet didn't lay just outside the stronghold of the enemy. Either this girl was powerful despite her appearance or she was simply a dumbass. "Since you've given me your name I'll return the kindness. Sargon Demunic, Tercera Espada."

The Shinigami looked as if she had just witnessed something scarier than she could imagine as she immediately grabbed her zanpakuto and released it into Shikai. The katana shrinking and turning a dark red. Sargon was unamused by such a zanpakuto. It looked like a combat type yet due to the difference in color along with the manner in which the sand moved after she had released it was more likely that it was actually a kido type zanpakuto. This girl only had one arm so unless she was a master of kido than there was little to no hope in Sargon that she'd be enough to entertain him. "Try as you may you're ill-equipped to do anything. Did you come here to die or to try and prove that you're worthy of your title."

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{Stats & Skills}
Strength: 150 (50)
Speed: 300
Spiritual Pressure: 200
Reiatsu Strength: 400 (1400)
Light Aura: 0
Dark Aura: 100
Instinct: 250 (83.5)
Senses: 100
Energy Sensory: 100 (33)
Healing Expertise: 400 (1400)

Total SP: 1900 Points

•Cero: 3
•Battle Focus: 3
•Battle Analysis: 3
•Pain Tolerance: 3
•Weapons* Polearms: 3

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

She was greeted with a name, a terrifying title. Tercera Espada. Immediately did Senshi’s eyes darken, and with it, a blur of motion, she was gone. Rather, she appeared right above the man, her sword being slashed straight down for his person. Perhaps with his energy sensory, he had noticed Senshi was far weaker than him spiritually and might let his guard down with Hierro. However, in a mere instant, she slashed down with the full intent of killing him with a single swing. Shonin Joka. Within a mere instant moment, her sword’s sharpness and cutting power equaled his Hierro, negating it in a trivial manner. To be more specific, it’s cutting power had just amplified for reasons unseen by Sargon most likely twice as powerful. If she was successful, she’d look to bisect his skull into two, destroying his brain and head in a single swing, dragging the blade downward, cutting his whole body in half.

However, in the event that the Espada were to block her swing with his sword, she’d press down with her full effort, mentally activating a technique of her Zanpakutou. ‘Split. Shonin Joka!’ Even if he was indeed to block her blade in any way, suddenly, the single blade had split from the center into six blades. With a sword clash and at such close proximity, those fluid like appendages had shot out in multiple directions, looking to end the Tercera with a single surprise attack. Two blades would attempt to wrap around Sargon’s sword arm, cutting the arm off entirely, one at the wrist, one slightly below the elbow. The other three at the same time plunged downward, looking to gore Sargon, to also pin him to the ground.

Assuming she had indeed managed to cut his arm off, there was nothing stopping her from pushing him over, her blades free to assault him. Looking to stake him down into the sands, Shonin Joka’s blades would only continue to spread open like a flower, ripping his stomach and ribs open as the Odayakama pressed her whole weight on top of him, knees pinning his own. Her left hand momentarily then reached out, grasping Sargon’s fallen blade, wielding it herself. “You’re too dangerous to keep alive…” Shonin Joka was a great blade for the unsuspecting, and hopefully, it was enough to surprise this Espada here and end him in one fell swoop.

The blade sank deep into the ground, the blade’s length now totalling six feet in their split state. The Espada she met in the past was a true godly monster, and there was only some slight relief to hear that he wasn’t as strong as the Segunda. Rumor was, there was a huge difference in power between each of the Espada, it being a hierarchy of strength. That meant as of now, Senshi was facing the third strongest Arrancar in all of Hueco Mundo’s expanse. To kill him in a single instant. That was the plan. That was the GOAL. As the blades kept his wounds spread wide open like an autopsy, Senshi’s eyes were cold as her face was splattered with blood. “Shi-ne. I beseech you. Please just die.”

It was obvious that he was looking down on her, from the fact that he said she was ill equipped and asked if she was coming here simply to die even. The bored demeanor he seemed to have. Hopefully, he’d pay for it. Hopefully, Odayakama Senshi would be able to surprise him and harm him far more than likely any other Shinigami has in his whole life. She was a bit knowledgable about Arrancar. Having fought two, and having researched more about them, she’d say that she knew enough to be able to kill one now if she could play her cards right. It was why she wanted to prevent him from releasing immediately. She knew that they were dangerous, but like her, he would be a common housecat as opposed to a tiger without contact of his blade. Hopefully, he was debilitated, unable to fight against her with the severe pain he must be going through. Those eyes of hers. They were wider than ever, so serious, so focused.

 

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Reiatsu Remaining:
1750/3300
-1000 to fuel Shonin Joka’s Overall. 100% bonus to RS=1400 RS Sword.
-150 Split
-50 Shunpo

Name:Split

Rank:Shikai

Abillity:When having clashed or stabbed an enemy, the blade will extend while changing it's tip to spread out further into the enemies body. It will deal more fatal damage, or will be capable of slicing an enemy even when clashing. Imagine a sharp flower blooming inside of the enemy although it doesn't have to necessarily be in that pattern.



Cost:150



Weakness:The user must have a long enough blade to pull off this move, reccomended to be used at katana length or else it may not reach.

[Sargon Denumic]

Vanishing the moment after he had given his position within the Espada was to be expected in fact if this Vice Captain thought for a moment that her movement would come as a surprise or that Sargon wasn't expecting something of this nature she was going to learn that she was overestimating herself. When one possessed a position linked to power those of lesser might would always react in a few distinct ways. This was perhaps one of the more rare occurrences. It was more common that those of a lesser magnitude would begin to tremble in fear. It wasn't so often that one actually managed to put together the nerve necessary to attack. For that at least this Vice Captain was above the infants.

Appearing behind Sargon though was an action that while the inexperienced may believe to be the best method of attack those that survived long enough to obtain a wealth of experience learned that such an action wasn't always the case. The Vice Captain wasn't in the wrong though it was a decent position especially considering that she hadn't moved to be directly behind him yet instead above which all in all provided her with better placement. How Sargon knew so much despite the limitations of his mental processing capabilities while simple was effective. A sensory technique that enabled Sargon to pick up not just the position of this shinigami, but her Reiatsu including the potency of it along with a few other minor details.

The mere fact that this shinigami could strength her zanpakuto to the point that what Sargon felt coursing throughout the blade was enough to match his own reiatsu. It meant that despite being a cripple and a mere Vice Captain she could potentially hold some entertainment value. Her durability would be the deciding factor in that though. The Shinigami appearing above him Sargon began to turn his head immediately. As the zanpakuto was brought down to his head a large ash grey colored orb of reiatsu appeared in front of Sargon's eye that could now see the Shinigami. In that moment the cero was released. Sargon was a master, one of the best users of cero in all of Heuco Mundo. He didn't need to previous few moments that lesser Hollows required to change cero not was he forced to get into a stance or fire from a single location. The cero would collide with the zanpakuto of the shinigami ceasing its movement as it caused a massive explosion of reiatsu blowing back both of them while enveloping both in the heat of the cero.

A moment would pass and within the cloud of dark smoke caused by the explosion stood Sargon. The Tercera's body was scorched across his face and the upper section of his chest. His uniform as one of the Espada burned black much the same as the section on his forearms. The feeling of his flesh being burned by his own reiatsu was . . . such a bore. The sensation of pain was one that brought about fury, drive, fear and even purpose; to infants. Sargon felt nothing from it beyond a mild reminder that he wasn't entirely immortal. It let him know he was to stay on guard and that he had been successful in stopping the zanpakuto of the shinigami. It was a reminder to him like an ally nothing more nor less. Stepping through the smoke into the night the Tercera pulled his zanpakuto from his back with his right hand.

"A zanpakuto that can increase its cutting strength the more reiatsu you flow into it, perhaps the more reiatsu that's in the environment. Either way a fine zanpakuto. If that's not the only thing it's capable of doing. Well Vice Captain what else can your zanpakuto Shonin Joka do?" Sargon looked towards the shinigami where ever she may be now after being burned by the cero.

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

As she appeared above him, she saw him very calmly turn his head, and it was his likely the next moment or so that would leave both of them in pain. Yes, there was no doubt about that. However, there was something that she had up her sleeve to get out of a sticky situation like this. As his massive Cero fired, for the briefest of moments, her feet had solidness of the airground she made before her, using the Shunpo to to avoid the Cero by inches, the searing heat blasting past her as she'd appear at his right side. This was the moment. She quickly swung her blade upward, aimed straight for the Arrancar's right leg to slash him in a solid blow. If she could hit him, if she could land a single decisive strike! These were the thoughts in Senshi's mind as she watched her blade rise for the slash.

She had the assumption at this moment that the man was...uncertain about his physical capability against a foe such as herself. Likely he never needed to worry about physical damage from the fact his Hierro was so absurdly hard. However, as she sliced outward, she fully intended on ripping him to shreds. Assuming her rising slash landed, she had the goal of making his Sonido harder to use. Yes, and likely, if he felt her blade slash, he'd know that her sharpness wasn't just a farce. It was top notch. Yet, all this work for a single strike? It was dissuading. Hence why she wasn't going to give him distance. Not at all. She knew just how outmatched she'd be in such a battle in that case. 

As her blade rose, she was prepared to defend herself, analyzing the foe in front of her as she was sure she could do better. However, it occured to her then that there was only so much she could do. Even as she sliced, she knew exactly based off the texture of his skin how tough it was. How was she going to deal with Sargon the Tercera Espada? Her Kido wouldn't help her much here, no not at all. The difference between their spiritual powers was staggering. The difference between their titles were staggering. Yet, a small voice told her she knew exactly what to do. However, she couldn't gamble such a move just yet. He was powerful, he was strong, he was likely going to kill her if she didn't play her cards right. Her goal was to survive, not defeat him. Defeating him was a bonus if possible. All she needed, was the Senkaimon. 


Shikai: 3/9

Reiatsu Remaining:
1825/3300

-50 Shunpo
-25 Advanced Airground
Never used Split.

[Sargon Denumic]

This shinigami although crippled and at the level of a Vice Captain so far was doing her Division an honor. As the cero was fired at nearly point blank range she still managed to stay calm enough to solidify the reiatsu beneath her feet enabling her what she needed to avoid the cero even if her skin was warmed and some of her uniform would now have various scorch marks. She wasn't dead nor was she harmed in any major way. She had managed to stay alive past the first exchange of combat. For a Vice Captain she wasn't doing bad. Now as she arrived behind him her zanpakuto being brought upwards to cut at his leg Sargon turned his own zanpakuto the long trident brought along with him.

A clash of spiritual steel would send sparks flying between them as the zanpakuto of equal sharp density clashed against one another. The feeling of resistance against his zanpakuto wasn't one that Sargon received normally. This Vice Captain's ability to amplify her zanpakuto's properties was potentially entertaining. Only time would tell if she could handle his attention though. Bringing his zanpakuto upwards now three of the four blades holding onto the single blade of the Vice Captain would bring her blade upwards as well. This Shinigami had come here as a cripple yet despite that she was surviving longer than the majority of none cripples. Ha perhaps that said enough about the current standards.

It only took a moment for Sargon to face the shinigami and when he did the Espada was quick to pull the head of his trident towards himself along with the zanpakuto and arm of the shinigami. In that single motion Sargon also moved the end of his zanpakuto towards the shinigami. If she was pulled off balance or even towards him then she'd be in trouble as the bottom blade of Sargon's trident was about to slash her across her chest from her left shoulder to her right just beneath her collar bone. The likelihood that this little maneuver would be successful was rather low considering how well this girl had evaded the cero. That mattered very little though as Sargon was simply waiting for her next move while making one of his own this was more of a dance to the Tercera one that he hoped would blossom into an entertaining few minutes otherwise it would simply be like everything else. . . . a disappointment.

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Ultimately, it was a very clever move of Sargon to pull back and slash at her. However, the thing he didn't consider was...what if Senshi wanted to get in close? Within that sudden moment, Senshi swerved slightly to avoid getting slashed too hard on her chest, leaning more towards her arm, but she closed inward as opposed to away. Split. Her blades would in a mere moment suddenly extend while locked into six blades of six feet long, and would suddenly loop around and would stab into the back of Sargon's back and arms with their sharpness. They'd not only aim to pierce through him, but he'd find one would pierce through her stomach as well slightly, keeping their bodies close together, unable to move as Senshi gave out a cough of blood. "ACH!" Assuming she was successful in keeping them stuck together, the Vice Captain gave out a fearsome word in the next moment.

"Kurohitsugi..." Even though wordless incantation, it was a powerful and fearsome Kido that even captains who had trained their whole lives may not have known, and certainly not to this degree. Within a mere instantaneous moment, even as the blades of Shonin Joka had sliced into and had shredded the man up, there was no doubt in her mind that this was the most effective way to survive and utterly destroy the Arrancar. A black room, a void had quickly filled around the both of them as they were pinned together, the pain unbearable for the two of them, and yet, mentally, she chanted as impending doom filled around them at incredible speed, having mastered the skills needed in Kido, and the spells themselves.

'Crest of Turbidity. Barrier of Dust, Shield of North. Arrogant vessel of Lunacy! Boil forth and deny! Dissolve into air and hide our sins! In graves of virtue we worship you. Bind, scatter, reduce to ash! Cripple, crush, dissolve! Eternally self-destructing doll of mud! Unite! Repulse! Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness! In that very moment, the power of the Kurohitsugi would spike, spike a horrendous amount as the black room crushed down on both of them with incredible gravity, Senshi using Shonin Joka to stand her up and keep her standing, and Sargon as well by extension. Suddenly, that power skyrocketed as the room seemed to slice inward with powerful and impeccable gravity. How would Senshi survive this? It was a dual incantation.

While still stuck together, and the gravity likely oppressing Sargon from performing accurately a Cero, and bringing certain death if he shot it at point blank like this, the Kurohitsugi would close in all around them, but with a Danku of equal power wrapping closer to Senshi in a masterfully tight and curved formation as Sargon's back and sides were completely exposed while Senshi's was covered. It would shoot at him, pierce him from every single direction, a devastating power that would likely kill him. Senshi herself of course felt this incredible power, but thankfully less as her wall had taken the brunt behind her and at her sides. She felt the occasional pierce while Sargon was left feeling all of it. She had won.

As the Kurohitsugi opened, Senshi could feel the tremendous energy drain as the Danku behind her slowly shattered into pieces, and with it, Senshi slowly let Shonin Joka untangle itself from the remains of Sargon, and herself, slowly allowing her to stand, incredibly drained, and assuming he was down, she'd spit on his broken body before looking to her still very capable sword. "Shonin Joka. We're staying here. We're taking this bastard...back with us to Soul Society. I'm sure Aramis Taicho would be glad to get an Espada as a test subject."

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Reiatsu Remaining:
475/3300

-600 for Kurohitsugi
-600 Danku
-150 Split

Incantation After Cast
New RS for Both Spells: 980

[Sargon Denumic]

The sensation of his zanpakuto clashing against the zanpakuto of the shinigami was one that told Sargon like it would tell anyone that the shinigami had swung at him. As the weapons clashed against one another and Sargon went through the swift movement of his trident in order to turn and slash at the shinigami he was able to see that the shinigami ducked beneath the blade at the end of his zanpakuto in just the nick of time. She was continuing to survive even if he was still giving her only a fraction of his true attention. Still it was more than most could accomplish and Sargon would continue to raise the level that he used against her until eventually like all others she'd fall and he'd be left bored once again.

Now though as he faced her Sargon was ready to fire off another cero or perhaps a bala at point blank range. If she wanted to get out of the way now she'd have to leave her zanpakuto as it was stuck between the prongs of his trident. He felt a spike in her reiatsu though and in the next instant saw the shift in her zanpakuto's shape. Simply strengthening the physical properties wasn't the only thing that her zanpakuto could do. Why she wore the symbol of a division other than Eleven was a question that crossed the Tercera's mind for a moment. It was almost to perfect for the division specifically meant to fight in close combat. He got his answer though as he felt her reiatsu continue to rise even higher. The bite of her zanpakuto in his side was one that caused his left eye to twitch yet beyond that all it did was keep him from stepping backwards. That's not completely correct though for it to keep him from backing away wouldn't he have to have such a notion in the first place?

Retreating wasn't something that the Tercera had needed to employ in combat for ages. Evasion was a better way of phrasing it yet doing so would mean he was in danger and in truth the last time the Tercera had felt such a lively sensation was the attack on the Vandenreich. The Vice Captain was charging her reiatsu more than likely right now she was inside her own little head speaking whatever kido incantation she could as fast as possible. So this was why she wasn't in the Eleventh Division. Her true strength laid in the art of kido. Well if such was the case than it was only fair to see just who was more powerful in their art. Would it be kido or art of cero that so many were ignorant of.

"Better not mess up or miss a word. Otherwise will it really have the bite you need? Concentrate little flame otherwise you'll be blown out." Sargon spoke in such an uncaring, unimpressed and disinterested tone it was almost like he wasn't even in combat. It was like at any moment he could simply end it like a child bored of whatever game they happen to be playing. The shinigami might not have noticed, but her zanpakuto which had stabbed into him was no longer causing blood to leak from his body. The wound had healed around her blade in the mere moments that had passed.

Now as she reached the end of her incantation and cast what Sargon assumed to be her most powerful hado his glance down on her twinged. A Vice Captain able to cast a kido in the nineties especially one that Sargon himself believed to be mighty was a surprise. Perhaps there was more to her than expected. As the black reiatsu formed around them both Sargon saw the danku form behind her and understood her plan. "I give it an eight." he said as suddenly as Sargon's reiatsu signature would spike higher than it had been at any other point in this brief exchange. Just as the moon light began to be sealed off by the black box forming around the both of them a new light much brighter would be visible just before the shinigami would begin to feel her body cooking.

In that instant Sargon focused his reiatsu which thanks to his mastery over the art of cero was all he needed in order to fire off a cero. This instance though was different than what he had done only a few moments prior. Instead of the typical cero the Shinigami would feel the might of Sargon's reiatsu electrocute her body as the Tercera cast lightning cero through his arm, up his zanpakuto which danced up the Vice Captain's own zanpakuto into her. The nerves in her arm would be overpowered by the strength of the electricity passing through them as they were burned. What would the shinigami do to escape now if she could? Or wait she couldn't. She wouldn't be able to move her arm while at the same time her own kido was now closing around them completely.

The black coffin enclosed around them both while the shinigami was being electrocuted and over the next few moments both the Tercera and the Vice Captain would feel their bodies slashed from all angles as flesh was separated by the kido. A kido of the nineties powerful enough that even seasoned captains of Soul Society could be brought down in a single blow. After the dark purple kido burst apart Sargon would lean forward pushing his trident down into the sand to keep himself standing as blood poured from his body to the sand. It was as if a kid were trying to make a sand castle from his blood was the sand became drenched. "Anything else you feel like trying little one? If not then I'd prefer to wrap this up. I believe you've lost my attention just as you were starting to get it." spoke the Tercera as he began to stand up his wounds closing across his arms and legs yet there didn't seem to be anything up with his torso. In fact the entire area was fine without any blood or damage to his clothing. It was like the kido hadn't effected him at all there. In truth it hadn't simply because Sargon had flexed his reiatsu across his torso preventing the inferior might of the kido from inflicting any harm.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1600/2000
Cero Lightning: (-400)

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

When they were sealed into the Kurohitsugi, she could feel the massive spike of reiatsu, and it was her instincts, her experience in battle that lead to her acting swiftly. Immediately did she release her blade and pull backwards as electric energy funneled through his weapon, the blade ripping out of her stomach to allow her to act. “Kuso!” There was still a slight shock along her stomach, causing her to shake and spasm, her back thrown against her wall as he was being sliced, herself caught in the attack as she controlled the gravity as best she could to pummel him with this gravitational force. She had nearly died right here, but she’d weather through it, she had to. However, there was only so much she could do. Her eyes were sharp, gazing upon Sargon, wincing from the occasional slice back and forth.

In the end, they had both weathered, they had both endured, and yet as she laid back with pain, there was still no doubt Shonin Joka was still pinning the man to the ground, and immediately when he showed that he was still standing, standing as he stabbed his trident into the ground, Odayakama Senshi’s eyes widened significantly before she gazed upon his form. Impossible. He had not only survived her assault but had taken nigh negligible damage. However, within that next moment? Odayakama Senshi remained silent, her head lowered when he wondered if she gave up, if there was nothing she had hiding, some form of trump card. However, that impression would be heavily inaccurate. “Not yet…”

Suddenly, she’d vanish in Shunpo, utilizing her speed to appear before her blade, grasp it by the handle, and manipulate the blades with expert finesse, the Shikai’s form twisting while inside of his body, and with it, she’d pull, the blades twisting to suddenly slice straight through his arms and legs as well as through his chest, looking to cut all four of his limbs off and to utterly destroy his insides with one movement. Assuming she was successful, Odayakama Senshi would immediately throw her blade behind her, having within that moment sucked out her reiatsu from that blade, her left hand reared back, clenched, rushing straight for the Espada, punching any formation of Cero assuming there was any, her hand glowing a furious red as she’d look to slam that glowing palm straight against his body anywhere she could. “ITTO KASO!”

She’d sacrifice this limb now, her other arm in order to kill this man. Armless, legless, and without his weapon, she’d assault him before he could regenerate or release. A sudden gigantic and fiery red explosion would fill the desert sands, a blast so massive that it would overpower even his Reiatsu power, something that was unfathomable to captain level Shinigami. In that moment? She felt no pain, but instead a fatigue that she had never felt before. Her heart panged as her reiatsu was consumed by this technique, and as the blast would look to fully envelop and incinerate the man, she’d stand there, tall and proud, her furiously incinerated arm beginning to disintegrate into ashes, scattering in the wind as she dared this man to survive this. It was a daring assault attempt, but this was all she could do. However, the question was, did she succeed? Did she kill the man?

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75/3300
-600 Itto Kaso
-50 Shunpo
+250 from taking reiatsu back into her body.

[Sargon Denumic]

Well this was certainly better than he had been expecting. Not only was this Vice Captain able to inflict damage to all of his limbs while at the same time damaging his torso, but she had just a exited a rather impressive kido even if it wasn't strong enough to overpower him Sargon had felt that the strength of the kido around him would be more than enough to leave most of the Espada lingering on the edge of defeat or rather the Espada of the lower echelons at least. As for the others Sargon was confident that they like himself would survive in some way. That wasn't to take away anything from this shinigami though as she had earned what she had accomplished so far. It looked like this was the best that she could conjure though which meant the little excitement that her last kido have him was now fading rapidly.

Her zanpakuto was still screwed throughout him and while the potency of the blade itself was of excellent caliber her natural reiatsu wasn't and Sargon knew more than a few ways to get her zanpakuto out of him simply because of that. As she put some distance between the two of them Sargon stood higher his wounds closing rapidly right in front of the Shinigami. It was time this battle had given him as much excitement as he could expect from a Vice Captain. He was ready to fire off a cero strong enough that this Vice Captain would be reduced to mere dust when he felt her reiatsu spike and a look of defiance left in her. It seemed that she still has one last attack up her sleeve when she simply said not yet.

Sargon could feel her reiatsu spiking and knew that she was going to try and finish him if she did have something even more powerful than what she had just used. What he felt though wasn't enough of a spike to cast something such as that. The only thing that would make sense was that she was coming to get her zanpakuto back since the blade could cut his body. The Vice Captain would execute Shunpo and appear in front of Sargon grabbing her zanpakuto and then would pull back as hard as she could . . yet instead of feeling the faint resistance of Sargon's flesh she'd feel nothing and then a wave of pain.

What happened was simple Sargon's left hand was in the position to fire off a cero at the Vice Captain already and now as she closed the distance between them Sargon would craft a cero yet not the typical beam. Instead what he formed from his reiatsu was a large cero flat disc positioned vertically upwards between the both of them that just so happened to slice through the Vice Captain's arm as she grabbed a hold of her zanpakuto resulting in her losing her remaining arm. It was as if a buzz saw had just cut right through her arm in an instant resulting in her no longer being able to sacrifice the limb thus she could no longer cast her ultimate kido. In the instant that followed though Sargon fired a bala from his right hand smashing ito her stomach and exploding thus it would cause massive damage to her torso and likely end this battle. "You did better than I expected. Take pride in that little Vice Captain."

Remaining Reiatsu: 1150/2000
Bala: {-50}
Cero Sierra: {-400}

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Pain. Pain as she closed the distance, aiming to grasp her blade, and within that instant,she froze for a moment when her arm was sliced off, her eyes widening in shock as it fell to the ground, and within another moment, as the Bala was formed at such a close distance, it was instinct to survive that made her sidestep to the left, just for a moment as the Bala flew forward, now weaving past her now armless right side. a swift swerve on her knee as she showed her true name sake. A warrior. She was a warrior damn it all! Lurching forward, from her crouch, she bit the handle of her blade.

"NRGHHHHHGHHHRGH!" Her blade would proceed to again, attempt to slice through Sargon's arms and legs, cut them all off in a flourish as the small girl luckily enough wasn't bleeding. The Cero which had swiftly cut through her arm would surely cauterize it from the intense heat, and at this point, adrenaline, damaged nerves, and the furious determination she had to kill the Espada before her was what drove her to continue fighting. Assuming her blade was successful in effectively leaving the man limbless, she twisted herself before leaping into the air, the six blades pointed downward towards his body, her all in the attack.

Or...what she would have done if she didn't feel her body failing her in the coming moments. Even as she bled, blood spewing from her mouth, even as her back and front were torn to shreds, she could feel her body...failing. Failing. With the man hopefully incapacitated for the time being, Shonin Joka still in her mouth, her teeth clenching so hard, she was sure she'd nearly knocked out a tooth or two, she stumbled backwards, dazed, but slowly stepping forward at that point, herself drained from the encounter as she looked like a demon, disdain glowing in her person as she approached ever closer to the demon of an Arrancar.

"Kurosu...Kurosu. Kurosu!"

[Sargon Denumic]

If nothing else this Shinigami was tenacious. The large enough saw like cero was formed from his hand and immediately cut right through her sword arm severing her main method of offense. The look on her face was one that Sargon knew would bring joy to some of the more savage individuals. Perhaps if she had been powerful enough to push him then that look would have meant something or made him feel anything yet it was hollow just as everything else seemed to be now.

The sound of her limb hitting the sand was so familiar almost like how a human would recognize the noise of a door being opened or closed. Now though despite everything she didn't give up getting out of the bala's pathway. She didn't wish to accept defeat which while admirable to those unable to grasp victory themselves to the strong it was an annoyance. As she rushed forward for the handle of her zanpakuto she would feel it.

The ash gray cero Sargon channeled in an instant firing it from his stomach directly at the Vice Captain at point blank range. The beam of reiatsu was massive enveloping everything within sight as a skyscraper sized technique rushed through the sand. Sargon toyed with the idea of killing this girl now only to hold back just enough. She would feel her entire body burn as her skin was blistered, boiled and popped as if she had just been hit by a wave of fire.

If she was still able to push through the pain that the cero would bring along with the damage to her body then Sargon would have to act accordingly. At the moment though he was almost certain that someone with her abilities and experience was finished. It would be truly grand if she managed to keep going yet doing so would now definitely bring death ever-closer. "Accept it young one. You've lost."

Remaining Reiatsu: 1000/2000
Cero: {-150}

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Failure. It was her failure that lead her here. Her Zanpakutou had endured much, and with this Cero, as the six blades reached outwards, to try to mitigate any of the damage it could from the Cero, she quickly found it shattering in the air against the impossibly powerful and radiant blast. It quickly washing over her body as her mouth opened wide, her head tilted back as it enveloped her, and yet didn't kill her. No, the Arrancar would not grant her the sweet release of death, and with her blade all but completely annihilated, she rolled in the sand, her robes all but destroyed, the Shinigami lying against the ground, defeated, unable to fight further. This was the bitter end, and with it, she gasped to breath, looking at that domineering Tercera.

Down fell Senshi. She fell to the sands, eyes closed, defeated utterly as silence reigned supreme once more. However, it became clear that the battle was completed, a large number of predators and scavengers alike had gathered in the desert sands, looking to devour the succulent Vice Captain. She was the richest in terms of spiritual energy other than Sargon. They slowly came in, some more eager than others, one such beast leaping into the air, looking to pounce upon Senshi, only for a separate Hollow to slam it with it's tail, fighting amongst one another for the succulent treat that could be the next step towards their evolution. The last thought Senshi had in her head before she fell unconscious was a question that few thought about when dying she imagined.

'Was it good that I was alive?' The few friends at home she had. Would they miss her? Her beloved pupil. Her love interest Youji Kaen. Tsukuyomi Kawada of which was a respectable opponent, a man with skill in battle. Was this trulyhow it was all going to end? Devoured by the filthy beasts around her? What of her dreams? What of her ambitions? What of the sacrifices she had made thus previous to reach her position? It was a shame. A single tear from Senshi's horridly decapitated and burnt body came from her right eye, spasming lightly from pain that she couldn't control in this state. Odayakama Senshi just as she was previously, and just as she was now, was a failure. A failure to the very end.

It was true that her efforts were valiant, perhaps even commendable, but the results she failed to deliver. She had failed to deliver the success she desired, to gain the affectionate understanding and hope that she had from others. In that sense, perhaps this was what the redheaded reaper was looking for all along. A release from the cruel life she lived. A death. If there truly was some semblance of a God, some semblance of an individual that was merciful and granted salvation through death, now was the time to make themselves known. Otherwise, it was time for her damnation, of which there would only be one God. One cultivator to that role, and he stood before her. The God that would dominate her in her time of despair and weakness. Sargon. 

[Exit]