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Name: [New Arc 1: Canon 18: Erakos] - The Adventure Name
Participants: [Anyone] - Who can participate?
Location: [Ruins of Karakura Town] - Where does this take place?
Difficulty Level: [Extreme] - Easy, Medium, Hard, Extreme. How difficult is this adventure?
Setting: [DE] Is this DE or NDE? Death Enabled or Non Death Enabled?
Plotline: [This thread is rather simple. The goal is quite easy. Erakos has been detected in the ruins of Karakura Town. A recent invasion to Las Noches crippled their forces, and this was staged by Erakos. That alliance has been broken off. Furthermore, other factions has a beef with the Ogatago anyway. Erakos, one of the strongest of them, is present. This is a chance to kill him. To weaken the Ogatago. It is time to kill them all. The goal of this thread is simple. Defeat Erakos.] - Explain the plot of your adventure.
Estimated Enemy Strength: [1] Estimate the strength of the NPC's people will fight in this adventure. Class 7-1, what is their strength on average?
Estimated Time Until Completion: [2-3 pages] - How many pages do you think this adventure will run for until it is over?
Starts: [Now] - When does the adventure begin?
Special Conditions: [None] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.
Post by Zeruel Moreno de Las Noches IX on Jul 23, 2012 5:15:58 GMT -5
Zeruel arrived out of a garganta in the ruins of Karakura Town with two other espada. Both Rio Demonliogalgo, the Quinta espada, and Adalo De-Mona, the Primera were present. This was indeed an important event in the war, for the three espada were sent as an execution squad by Sonken Kouhai himself. Their target was none other than Erakos, the Ogatago bearing the number 2. How had Erakos attracted such a band of powerful enemies? Why were three high tier espada coming to personally ensure the death of one man? Their opponent was no ordinary foe. Erakos had actually betrayed the forces of Las Noches recently by staging an invasion and crippling a good portion of their forces. Naturally Sonken Kouhai would want him dead for his treachery.
It just so happened that the Ogatago had been spotted in the remains of Karakura Town which had been utterly destroyed in a three-pronged battle. Shiga Urago, the fifth Ogatago, had been annihilated in this battle by two of Soul Society’s strongest captains, Rave Haretsu and Sozen Kuchiki in a fantastic display of teamwork. Perhaps the three male espada would show a similar display of teamwork while fighting an even stronger opponent. Zeruel hoped that he wasn’t working with two complete boneheads, but he knew Adalo and Rio’s personalities moderately well. He knew that Adalo really liked combat and was always looking for someone to fight. Rio was also very violent and short tempered and Zeruel was concerned that he might be set off in some mindless fit of rage. He’d need to keep the Quinta from getting out of control if things got ugly.
Zeruel was easily the most level-headed of the three there, but had erected a rather constant facade in the presence of his comrades. As a result, he came across as vulgar, bizarre, and threatening with a cunning that made him all the more frightening to enemies and other arrancar alike. The devilish, toothy smile that Zeruel wore on his face didn’t help him appear like the reasonable thinker that he actually was. Zeruel preferred to behave like the persona he’d adopted in front of others. It kept people from befriending the real him, and as a result ensured that the “real” Zeruel would be shielded from the same kind of emotional attachments that had broken his heart so many times in the past.
Either way, Zeruel walked out of the garganta with a double-headed chain-morning star slung over his shoulder. The Tercera’s zanpakutou was rather unique since it took the form of a flail-type weapon that could shatter through defenses using weight and momentum. But that wasn’t all. Zeruel’s zanpakutou, Estigio, possessed spikes that covered each of the chain-morning star’s two metal heads. This made Estigio quite a fearsome weapon to lay one’s eyes on, and Zeruel’s demonic smile made his visage all the more menacing.
Zeruel sniffed the air as the three espada arrived in front of the Ogatago. “Something smells like shit...” he said with a slight smirk as he looked into the air. Suddenly the espada’s eyes opened even more as his smile widened further. “Ah! It’s you!!!” he said in realization as he pointed at Erakos, “You know you’re supposed change your diaper after you shit in it!” The espada’s sharp teeth were bared as his wicked smile spread across his face. It was only five seconds into their conflict and Zeruel was throwing insults at his enemy in perceived attempt to rile him up. But was that really his intention? Did the Tercera really believe that such petty insults were going to get to the second Ogatago? Of course not. This was all part of his facade. He simply wanted to appear to be the kind of person that threw around childish insults while laughing like an idiot.
“Rio! Adalo!” stated Zeruel as he allowed his zanpakutou’s balls and chains to fall onto the ground in front of him as he held it by its handle, “Try to keep your minds about you. Because if you don’t, you’re gonna be dead.” Zeruel said this with a devilish smile as he kept his eyes locked on Erakos. He felt a tinge of anger as he lifted his zanpakutou and started spinning the spiked balls quickly, creating a disc-shaped blur in front of him at the end of his zanpakutou’s handle. This was the man that had been responsible for ending the lives of his comrades. He was lucky that it was daytime, because now he could kill Erakos without reservation.
Post by Kashmir De-Mona on Jul 24, 2012 11:58:14 GMT -5
The opening Garganta was black like the void and big enough to be viewed from the sky as if it were a huge landmark. It was the mouth of a beast and the gaping maw of a cavern grotto. It was the doorway that let three Espada into the fray. The first one, going in order from weakest to strongest, was Rio Demonliogalgo, who was the Quinta, in other words number five. That one was quite like his predecessor who had previously owned the rank, and had a thing or two for destructive and chaotic combat, and a love for destruction. He had a simple mindset, and was definitely the type to cause purest form of anarchy if it was fun. If he so desired, he would light the sky in flames and kill everyone that surrounded him if it suited his type of fun. That was something his predecessor had been a bit like when he had held the position.
The next one was the Tercera, and was nothing like his predecessor. In other words, as number three, Zeruel Moreno De Las Noches IX was nothing like the person that had come before him, who had been a drunkard, and who in fact had once been defeated by one whom she had outclassed. By matter of fact, Zeruel's predecessor had been defeated by Rio's predecessor. To this day, that predecessor was still proud of that fact. Zeruel was a liar and a man of deceit and cunning, even if he cast himself as one who was also harsh and quite simple minded. But from one Arrancar to another, or at least between fellow monsters, both of those who accompanied him could probably tell he was all of these things; Liar, monster, and deceiver. Between those who did close to the same thing, or very likely also those of insanity, telling each other apart from the rest did not come up as difficult.
The third one to get there was not in any way like his predecessor had been. As the Primera, in other words number one, Adalo De-Mona was much stronger and wild than his calm and "utopia seeking" predecessor had been. Adalo on the other hand was Rio's predecessor, and had at the time of being Quinta also been one with convictions to be wild and destructive. Since then, he had changed a bit. There was no more brutal passion to it, but an unholy drive as part of him as thirst or hunger to any living creature. Calmer than before, and ominous and dark, the Espada wanted only to send the world into chaos. Only when watch the world burn could he feel free. And to burn the world, he would continue to obey Sonken Kouhai. As long as he followed that man, he would see anarchy and death.
"Death...is coming." Adalo said. Zeruel didn't need to tell him to keep his mind sharp. He was trained for battle in a way unlike anyone else ever could be. He was honed only for it. To survive and exact his hatred and vengeance upon the world. He was the Primera, and did not need to hear from those he outranked to be careful. These were his opening thoughts into the fight, and then he soon forgot about them. His long black hair was glistening and shiny, and his cold black eyes caught gaze of the second out of the Ogatago quite quickly. The second strongest Ogatago was what he was supposed to be. Seeing him, Adalo felt anticipation. This guy was supposed to be strong. So what could he do? Even if it was three elite Espada, they were in for a challenge. He was excited to see his opponent's power.
Adalo flicked his Zanpakuto out of his sleeve, letting it extend all the way into his katana. Then he started grinding it across the ground, making an eerie scratching noise like nails on a chalkboard. His sword's tip was being dragged across the ground as if he wanted to cut it, but only scratching marks were left. He was not going too hard on the ground. "Do I release...?" Adalo thought out loud to himself. "Or do I wait?" This person seemed like the type of person that he wanted to eat up with his blackness. But he couldn't be sure. Should he do it yet? Should he devour Erakos the Hammer under the black of his soul? Maybe he should. Maybe he would quite soon. He'd have to think about it first, and decide later. A little bit of time to mull it over would never hurt anyone except for Erakos. Who out of such a small force as the Ogatago could harm the Primera?
Post by Rio Demonliogalgo on Jul 27, 2012 3:27:06 GMT -5
For decades Rio had dreamed of a moment like this. A chance to truly show the world the power of the Espada-- the strongest arrancar alive. Thus far, Rio had been disgusted by the Espada he had seen and fought. Cierro? He was worthless trash. A coward who's only talent was in fleeing from his foes. Magnus? Hah! If it were possible, he seemed even worse than Cierro! Rio had faced more of a challenge in Miho Shoga, a meagre Fraccion, than he had found in Magnus. At least he'd had to catch Cierro. Magnus had tried to fight him head on, and for that, while one would normally grant some credit, Rio saw it as mere stupidity. Magnus was worse than Cierro, as he was supposedly ranked higher. Well. Had been ranked higher. He was gone now, and good riddance.
In truth, Rio had been disillusioned as to the present state of the Espada. Until he had fought Kuroi Naito. The Segunda had completed destroyed Rio, the Quinta barely landing a blow, which had failed to even faze Kuroi. That was the kind of power Rio expected out of the Espada. And so it was his pride that swelled today, fighting alongside one said to be even more powerful than Kuroi. Adalo De-Mona, the only arrancar to ever best Kuroi in combat, and the former holder of Rio's position. Rio planned today, to ascertain his predecessor's strength with his own eyes.
And then there was Zeruel. A newer Espada, replacing the former one Yuki. Rio had never met that one, but he had heard she had been little more than a placeholder. For that Rio didn't care, but he hoped Zeruel would be made of tougher material than her. If he wasn't, Rio decided that there might be room for a new Tercera. A smirk crept across Rio's features.
Dual Sai hung at Rio's waist, a surprisingly elegant weapon for a destructive man like Rio. Elegant, refined and requiring much discipline in their use. Fortunately, at a glance, Rio LOOKED like just the kind of man to use them. Although there was evidence of muscle in his limbs, he still had far from a bulky frame. His body looked the type for speed and agility based combat over brute force. An illusion Rio had no qualms with, as it often misled foes into underestimating the raw power of his blows.
And he would need every advantage he could, for even with his highly limited ability to sense energy, he could feel the immense power of their foe. He felt it, but rather than cringe in fear, it caused a grin to spread across the Espada's face, from ear to ear. However powerful his foe was, here aligned were three of the strongest arrancar in existence. In short. They were invincible. "This is gonna be good." He hissed, licking his lips in anticipation.
"Three...Espada." Erakos the Hammer noted bleakly. His eyes were ice cold, and never once left the three that he could see. They were all Espada, of course. Anyone who could read reiatsu and sense their power would be able to tell as much. But more importantly, anyone that fought against them would also be able to note it through their power. Even more importantly however, there was already solid data which allowed any of the Ogatago to know all about who the Espada were, which was something that not even Soul Society was aware of. To say the least, Soul Society knew of Adalo De-Mona and Kuroi Naito, who had invaded before. They knew even of Asuka Hitotoki, and perhaps even Cierro Muerte, though that last one was absolutely debatable. Rio himself was slightly known, having partaken in an invasion once before. Zeruel was an enigma, without a doubt.
Three Espada were visible to Erakos, but spies had already informed the Ogatago of everything that was necessary for him to know, at least as deemed by him as necessary, about the three Espada. "Rio Demonliogalgo...Quinta Espada." Erakos said, his eyes meeting with those of Rio. Then he looked at Zeruel. "Zeruel Moreno de Las Noches IX....Tercera Espada." His eyes at last shifted to Adalo, after he'd already locked eyes with Zeruel once more. "Adalo De-Mona...Primera Espada." Las Noches had been wise to send these three. An entirety of three of the strongest Espada had come out. Rio, who was Quinta, was a resourceful one with great power. He was only one rank short of the power of a high tier. Zeruel and Adalo both were high tier Espada, and were so dangerous that neither was allowed to release within the confines of Las Noches.
"I trust you will try your best not to be disappointing." Erakos said with a monotone voice to those whom he was fighting against. He said it not mockingly or sarcastically, but truthfully. He held his own power in a high enough esteem that he did not at all believe they could match him. That was the implication. Erakos reached to his side, where a blade was cleanly sheathed. His right hand locked around it. Erakos at the time of this conflict wore a white leather coat and matching pants, both of which appeared a standard garb of Las Noches. His eyes were red, with three tomoes within, in a triangular position, revolving and staring. His hair was medium length, spiked, and black. He held no expression on his face. He was devoid of emotion. Without a single feeling. With his right hand, he pulled out the first of his two swords.
Then, with his left hand, Erakos reached to get a hold of the other blade, which he unsheathed as well. The difference between the two was slight, but present. The hilt was black on the left hand one, and looked like some sort of rubbery substance, with a closed eyelid design present on the thin blade of the katana. Meanwhile, the right hand blade was a standard katana modified to be of one hand use. The right handed one was clearly a Zanpakuto. But then, what was the left hand? "I don't expect you to be able to strike me immediately." Erakos informed them. "But try your best to do so. Make this what others would consider to be an exciting battle. Your pride as the Espada is on the line, is it not?" Erakos looked at them with cold eyes, like this battle was nothing but a chore. They were about to find one hell of a fight from the second Ogatago.
Post by Zeruel Moreno de Las Noches IX on Jul 30, 2012 7:07:05 GMT -5
Erakos didn’t seem to be bothered by Zeruel’s petty insult, but the Tercera hadn’t expected him to be in the first place. Still wearing a demonic, toothy grin, the Tercera looked over his two comrades. “Do I release...? Or do I wait?” said Adalo out loud. That was definitely something that Zeruel needed to think about. Because his release had the capability to utterly negate change, it was best that his allies released before him so that they wouldn’t be prevented from releasing afterwards. “This is gonna be good,” said the Quinta as he licked his lips. Zeruel’s mischievous smile disappeared for a moment as he stared in Rio’s direction with an apathetic expression unbefitting of the devilish Tercera. “How long has it been? How many millennia have passed since I was just like them? Rio... Adalo... Thousands of years have gone by, and still arrancar remain slaves to fighting. There is not a battle in the world that is ‘good’ by definition. To be fair, I can understand where he is coming from. This man is a threat that must be eliminated, but enjoying one’s self is hardly a priority. Countless of our arrancar brethren were erased because of this man’s actions. This conflict is inevitable... While revenge will not bring back those who are lost, he must be eliminated in order to ensure that he doesn’t make victims out of our people again. Isn’t that okay, Luna?”
Zeruel was deep in thought for a moment as he eyed his younger comrade with understanding. There had been a time when Zeruel had been just as eager to fight as Rio was. Zeruel’s spinning zanpakutou slowed down an eventually settled to a stop as he distracted himself with these thoughts. The Tercera’s train of thought was interrupted by Erakos as he spoke. “Three...Espada,” he said, catching the arrancar’s attention, “Rio Demonliogalgo...Quinta Espada. Zeruel Moreno de Las Noches IX....Tercera Espada. Adalo De-Mona...Primera Espada.” Erakos continued by naming the three of them in order from lowest ranking to highest. “I trust you will try your best not to be disappointing,” said the Ogatago causing Zeruel’s sharp teeth to show again as his devilish smile returned. The Tercera watched as Erakos unsheathed two swords from their respective sheathes. They both appeared similar, but the subtle difference between them were subconsciously noted by the 3rd espada.
“I don’t expect you to be able to strike me immediately,” said the Ogatago dryly, “But try your best to do so. Make this what others would consider to be an exciting battle. Your pride as the Espada is on the line, is it not?” Erakos was barking up the wrong tree. Zeruel held absolutely no pride as an espada. He’d held high ranking positions in large armies before, and he knew how fleeting empires were. The espada was merely the name of a single organization out of many that the Tercera had been involved in. Why should he treat this fight any differently for the sake of some insentient title? He would try his best for the sake of those relying on him back in Heuco Mundo and for all the hollows and arrancar who were doing their best just to survive every day. Even though he still got a rush from clashing against someone strong, there needed to be a good reason for him to fight.
“Rio!!!” stated Zeruel as he ran behind the Quinta, placing his left hand over the espada’s left shoulder as he peeked over Rio’s right shoulder at the Ogatago with a huge grin, “My psychological warfare didn’t work! We’re doomed!!! Doomed! Look! He’s got two whole swords! There is no way we can stand up to that! We might as well just give up now!” Naturally the Tercera was being sarcastic as he pretended to cower behind the fifth espada, but just as soon as he’d finished his rant the espada had finished charging a gray cero inside his own body. This was Cero Zeruel. Effectively it was a clone that was formed by filling one’s entire body with reiatsu like one would fill a mold with liquid. After the form was memorized by the reiatsu, Zeruel expelled it out of his mouth in a gray, cloud-like haze. Quickly, the cero took the form of Zeruel’s body with no facial features other then the toothy, grinning mouth outlined with gray.
Zeruel expelled his cero right next to him behind Rio after his speech was complete. The technique possessed unbelievable speed and strength, both stats equivalent to Zeruel’s reiatsu strength. Erakos would soon find himself outmatched in speed by the Zeruel-shaped cero. “Sike...” commented Zeruel with a wide smile as his cero took form next to him. The Ogatago was extremely outnumbered, but he didn’t seem too bothered by it. This worried the espada slightly, but he already knew that Erakos was capable of a lot because of how he’d betrayed Las Noches. Zeruel would not forgive him for treating souls with such little regard. The arrancar glanced up towards the sky. He was lucky that they had decided to do this fight in the light of day instead of at night. Who knows how much of a handicap he would have been if the moon had been out.
Post by Kashmir De-Mona on Jul 30, 2012 12:17:16 GMT -5
"I don't give a fuck about that..." Adalo said, his patience used up. He had just dried it out in ten seconds flat.[/color] Adalo took his sword, and started walking towards Erakos. It was a threatening walk, and an impulsive one. Adalo moved on instinct, like a shark, or a tiger. He was simply looking for the next tasty morsel. His next meal was his goal. It was survival of the fittest and it was mastery of death and living. He started moving towards the Ogatago with that hungry look in his eye, like he could not wait to devour the prey that he had found. He had found something not interesting, and only tasty. It was going to be a good meal.
Adalo was the second oldest of the Espada, and he did have wisdom that he never let out. He did not plan on thinking much about his wisdom, either. He didn't care that he was bound to the laws of fighting and death. He did not care that destruction and killing were his dogma. He only existed to exist. He had discovered long ago that no point to existence really existence. If there was no point, then the only thing to do was whatever made the individual happy. Adalo could not be made happy just by living somewhere huge, and eating and drinking whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He could not be happy only off of excitement either. He had to live on instinct, searching for his prey, and his next kill.
Adalo started off by walking, but this quickly changed into a run. He was gliding towards Erakos now. His blade scraped along the ground. He didn't have intention of giving Erakos the satisfaction of being the first to attack. Adalo did not have to be as cautious as Erakos was probably thinking. He was the Primera! He was strong. After everything that he had overcome, Adalo could certainly fight against Erakos in the same way which he fought against every other foe. He could afford to kill a little time and shed a little blood. When the Ogatago's blood ran in the water, the rest of his pack would run screaming, and would hide in huts never to be seen again.
He arrived with time to spare, and his speed was equal to Erakos's. He slashed at Erakos with one hand, and an offensive burst of wind soared at Erakos's chest. Whether or not Erakos recognized it was up to him. Adalo was fighting with his might. If Erakos was hit by the sword he would be killed. But if he let he air strike hit his chest, it would go through his Hierro and he would receive the same shocking organ damage that had cost Sokujin his rank, and more importantly his life as well. Adalo had to fight and kill. He had to win. That was why he'd gone right up to Erakos and started slashing him. By the end of the sequence, Adalo had slashed about two dozen times, and released just as many wind blades.
Post by Rio Demonliogalgo on Aug 9, 2012 1:09:52 GMT -5
Rio gave Zeruel a look that screamed lack of caring at his attempt at either joking or baiting Erakos. Really? THIS was the face of the Tercera Espada? Hardly the type to command fear in others by his demeanor. Rio glanced at Erakos again. Not that this was the kind of guy to show any form of fear. Still, that didn't excuse him for making the Espada look like jokes with that pathetic display. Two sword style? Well, that suited Rio fine as the Espada drew both Sai. This foe was worthy of their use at least. Besides, with two swords, that was twice as many swords Rio would get to break! A smirk crawled across the Quinta's face.
Zeruel then procured a bizarre Cero in his own form. Curious indeed. Rio would remember it for future reference. Now, however, it was time for battle, and Rio made way for Adalo. Adalo was the sole member of the Espada whom Rio conceded may possess destructive power to rival his own. And if Rio knew anything about destructive power, it was that you didn't get in the way of someone with a lot of it. You stayed out of their path, lest you be overrun by it. That didn't mean Rio was sitting this out though.
With a powerful upwards flick of his arms, Rio brought his Sai into fighting pose, one slightly higher than the other, the tip protecting his throat, and the other held, point down, arm across the belly. A pose that provided easy defense to any target his opponent might attack. And an attack in itself. Rio had noted Adalo's swing, and recognized the blow. Though he'd never seen it personally, he'd heard of his defeat of the previous Primera, and deemed it was likely the same blow. As such, as he'd assumed his fighting pose, he had, for a brief moment, shot both arms out before retracting them into his stance.
The result of this was that two potent shockwaves were rippling through the air, on aimed about two feet above Erakos's head, and the other, about three feet on his right side. The intent was not to harm Erakos, but to prevent him escaping Adalo. If Erakos dodged to the right, or tried to jump, Rio's attacks would hit, and escaping to the left would lead him right to Zeruel. And of course, moving forward would cause him to meet the Primera itself in close range combat.
Let's see what you're made of, you worthless trash." Rio thought, his eyes alight.
Adalo appeared to have either missed something or merely miscalculated. To begin with, the speed at which Erakos was capable of moving was double Adalo's. A simple sweep to the side was all that it took to get out of the way of the sword strike, along with a further step which got him fully out of the way of all air strikes. His step was to the left, in Zeruel's direction. Of course, Erakos appeared to have eyes which constantly surveyed the situation. His skill was known to be legendary. Furthermore, among all of the Ogatago, it was Erakos who had once been strongest. This had been known for quite a while. No matter what happened, the three Espada would find that their best bet was not to underestimate Ogatago #2, Erakos the Hammer.
Though perhaps only five meters away from Zeruel, and therefore in a bad spot in terms of range for fighting the Tercera, Erakos more than likely had the advantage in that situation. Before Zeruel or his newly formed clone ever even got a chance to move, Erakos had activated his Pesquis. This meant that he would have a radar-sense which allowed him to detect reiatsu and movement within a certain radius of himself. The farther, the lesser the sensory, but regardless once things got close enough his sensory would be astounding. All Arrancar however traditionally had this power anyway, which made them very difficult foes to face off against. What made Erakos lethal was that he had many powers the various Arrancar did not.
"What is this?" Erakos asked all of the Espada. "Why have I not yet been brought down? Are there not three of you? All of you are of sufficient strength. So then kill me. Prove to me your strength before I decide to prove to you mine." He was goading them, something Zeruel had done too. As it appeared, Erakos also liked to wage psychological warfare. But he was more serious about it. His tone never changed once, and he remained a stoic individual about it. Perhaps he had wings in his release. Wings always made people cocky. The more wings, the more arrogant, no matter how absolutely ridiculous the wings looked. Erakos's eyes were flicking back and forth around everyone. He was focused, and ready for the next attack.
It would probably come from Zeruel, who was closed. Or, alternatively, it might instead come from Adalo, who was the next closest, and also probably the most aggressive out of the three. Rio was farthest, so the next attack was unlikely to come from him. However, it seemed that Erakos was biding his time, and waiting. Did he want them all to use their ressurections? If he did, then that might explain why he appeared to be holding back. He had yet to begin any form of attack. All that he had done was dodge and talk. Was he really fighting them seriously? If not, then was he trying to get them to fight him with more power? What was his goal, his objective? Perhaps...he was dragging this fight out. Perhaps he was waiting for something.
Post by Zeruel Moreno de Las Noches IX on Aug 16, 2012 4:51:15 GMT -5
Zeruel watched as the Primera walked towards Adalo in a swift, commanding manner. It was clear that he was both confident in his abilities and eager to get things started. Adalo’s proud strut quickly turned into a full on run with his blade in hand. Zeruel noticed the Primera’s opening strike and recognized the threat behind the obvious one. “He’s using the very air to deliver secondary blows? Impressive... Wouldn’t you say?” said the Tercera to his own Cero Zeruel so that Erakos wouldn’t hear him. The espada’s cero clone turned its head and looked at him with a huge grin and nodded its head in agreement. “Gosh, I wish I was as good at fighting as Rio and Adalo. I’m nothing really compared to them. Weak, weak, weak... That’s all I really am... RIGHT?!” exclaimed the Tercera with a devilish, toothy grin plastered across his face as he snapped his finger and pointed it at his Cero clone.
The clone responded with a thumbs up as its mouth opened to reveal a row of sharp teeth made from the gray cero that it was created out of. The Tercera seemed the least driven of the three espada though it was clear that he understood the importance of stopping Erakos here. The espada simply didn’t see the rush to get things started when no one was going to leave until the other side was completely decimated anyway. As long as Erakos was here fighting them, he couldn’t harm anyone else. Technically speaking, the longer they fought him here, the longer Heuco Mundo was safe, though killing him was unfortunately required at this point. That was Zeruel’s logic at least. He didn’t rush in to fight Erakos like Adalo did, and his Cero Zeruel stayed back as well as he watched Rio make his move.
Rio flicked his arms upwards and gripped his two Sai in a balanced, defensive stance. The espada watched as Rio launched two shockwaves in Erakos’ direction. Zeruel was vaguely aware of Rio’s ability to do this since he liked to get to know his comrades on a personal level, even if they were completely unaware of the connection that the Tercera had to each one of them. He cared for Rio and Adalo more than he let on. They were his arrancar brothers and he put it upon himself to protect them both. Erakos skillfully evaded both Rio’s and Adalo’s invisible attacks as he leapt to his left in Zeurel’s direction. “What is this?” asked the Ogatago, “Why have I not yet been brought down? Are there not three of you? All of you are of sufficient strength. So then kill me. Prove to me your strength before I decide to prove to you mine.”
Noticing his uncomfortably close distance to the Ogatago, Zeruel jumped back around 20 meters along with his Cero Zeruel clone. His zanpakutou still remained in his hand as the two spiked balls of his flail morning-star dangled from their respective chain. Unfortunately for Emerich, Zeruel had been living too many millenniums for common simple goading to get to him. He had always been the one to get on the other person’s nerves in combat, not vice versa. Oddly enough, Zeruel made no moves to attack Erakos yet again. It seemed that the Tercera was content with watching for now. His clone seemed to be created more as a defensive measure than an offensive one. If Zeruel didn’t intend to help, then what did that mean for Rio and Adalo? He would never leave them to die to Erakos, but he felt that he needed to watch how Erakos fought for a bit longer before he began making moves to attack. If Rio and Adalo could hold their own and give him the time to study Erakos’ fighting style, then it would benefit them all greatly in the long run. If they couldn’t hold their own, then Zeruel would interfere.
The Tercera didn’t plan on observing forever though. He simply wasn’t in a hurry to join the fray if he could approach it intelligently. He had given up the straightforward approach to fighting millenniums ago. It was both less work and less risk if one had information prior to engaging an opponent. This is the edge that Zeruel wanted to have over Erakos before he showed him what he was capable of. In the mean time the Tercera hurled more words in Erakos’ direction. “Me? Sufficient Strength? HA! Not weak little, old me! You do me too much honor, Erakos-kun... You really do! Maybe after this is over we can go yodeling in the Alps OR SOME FUN, HARDCORE SHIT LIKE THAT!!!” said Zeruel as his eyes grew wide with excitement and his grin widened. The Tercera stayed quiet for a few seconds, but suddenly burst out in a fit of laughter that sent streams of tears from each of his eyes. “KEKEKEKEKE!!! OH MY GOD, I JUST IMAGINED YOU IN A LEDERHOSEN!!! IT MADE YOU LOOK LIKE A GAY, LITTLE, GERMAN BOUNT-FUCKER,” the Tercera was extremely entertained with Erakos. His super serious personality was so easy to make fun of and made him doubly funny to imagine him in a lederhosen. Zeruel finally calmed himself and wiped away the tears from his eyes. “Keke.. Hooo boy... Yeah that was funny... Anyway, continue what you all were doing...” said the espada as his Cero Zeruel stood next to him with his arms crossed.
Post by Kashmir De-Mona on Aug 18, 2012 17:22:34 GMT -5
Adalo did not pursue Erakos for the same reason for which Erakos did not attack after he dodged. There was contempt. An Ogatago, Adalo reasoned, was probably a shitstain. They had artificial powers given to them by a surgery, and no real backbone with it. He reasoned that Erakos was only considered strong because his boss was strong, and that it would actually be easy to take him out if it ever became desirable. Adalo had first at start felt the desire to pummel and kill, but Erakos had drained it. Adalo had lost his drive to destroy, and it was presented by blank look on his face. He did not really care for Erakos. The enemy was too weak and liked to talk too much. If he talked less or wasn't just a mix of a bunch of races, maybe Adalo would still have his drive.
Adalo changed his attitude a few seconds later when he realized that this person was FAMOUS. If he killed him, he would be even more famous. Many people knew not to fuck with the Primera, but not many people even knew who the Primera was outside of Hueco Mundo, or even Las Noches! He would change that. They wouldn't need to know his name. All they needed to know was the Primera beat the shit out of a pathetic fucker by the name of Erakos, an Ogatago who could not defend himself to the onslaught. More than people knowing not to fuck with Adalo, even stronger opponents would find him a fun challenge and try to fuck with him. He was ensuring a life of being feared by weaklings and challenged by the strong if he took on Erakos.
With this newfound confidence in mind, a wicked grin took his face momentarily and then slithered back down into seriousness. He was walking towards Erakos with casual pace. Adalo, blade in hand, eyes set, master of the occasion and lord of the moment. He could kill. Blade in hand Adalo walked towards Erakos. Erakos was twice his speed he'd found out, so he had to think outside of the box to beat him. He flicked his sword, and it went back into its retracted form, and slid back into his sleeve instead. He continued walking confidently towards Erakos, unarmed as reiatsu began burning across the inside of his body. Attaco Di Hierro was activating in Adalo's body. His bones were becoming harder than steel.
"What the fuck makes you think you're so strong?" Adalo asked as he walked up to Adalo. "You're just an artificial bag of shit." With his top speed, he punched forwards. A heavy blast of air exploded out towards Erakos, threatening to gut him while Adalo's punch went for the face. Either hit would deliver crippling damage. A punch to the face would smash in Erakos's face, shattering his skull and killing him instantly. The air blast hitting his gut would rupture an organ for sure, probably the stomach. This would let the acids leak out into his body to kill him as well. Adalo was not trying to end it quickly, because he knew that Erakos would be able to defend. What he did know was the defense Erakos used would set him up for the next attack.
Adalo didn't stop there. After the attack, he shot another punch with the other hand too. The first attack had been a jab punch. This one was a cross. It was even stronger than the first punch, and was thrown with his dominating right arm. If it hit Erakos in the face for sure he would die. The air blast coming from this was heading for the arm. It was so strong it would restrain Erakos's left arm from moving as it impacted. Adalo was trying to beat his opponent to death with his bare fists. Not many of the Espada realized that this was within Adalo's power. He could literally smash in the faces of his enemies and beat them into a bloody messy pile of pulp and scum if he so desired. The Primera was not to be fucked with.