Dark Days: The Circle of Kashmir [R, NDE, Hard]

[Kimiko Aimi]

Everything was going according to plan based on what the Failure had set forth. The meeting had been arranged for the two to meet face to face, and for dinner as a matter of fact. Once scheduled in the hours ahead she had been escorted quite graciously without incident out of the building with her manager, only to find a luscious limousine waiting to have them driven a hotel. Impressive to say the least Wayne knew how to display his influence and power for all those to see. To her this was normal. A show that those who wish to display their supposed authority over others, saying "Look at what I have, who I am and you are nothing." The behavior of nobles and royalty, and all of those thoughts reflected her own family. She despised it.

On the other hand looking back during their interview, the Secretary did share some information about Mister Wayne. Seemed that the "Cheerful" Mister Wayne was roaming into dangerous waters. It wasn't entirely clear as to what his intentions were but clearly they were not meant for the greater good or some charity. Kimiko was just too classy to really believe in what other people spoke about, including when it pertained to people. Her thoughts were gathered along the ride to the hotel, however, something did catch her eye. A hospital building set ablaze. A response team sent in to barricade and quarantine whatever was occurring within the building. Perhaps an accident. Maybe not. When the limousine came to a complete stop it only took but a moment to realize how close the accident occurred to the hotel. Not only that but the hotel itself was nearly void of life.

Before it had been filled with life of the various classes of people. Now all that remained were the few specks of dust and patrons that roamed around. If it was any more quiet then surely the Crickets would begin to sing. Now was the time that someone dumped a load of foulness onto her lap and she wasn't going to be turning a blind eye to it. She had to investigate. Before entering into the elevator she separated from her false body and allowed the Gigai to continue onward. Good thing about artificial souls was that they could take orders without compromising their Master. So, the body's orders were to continue on ahead and prepare for their appointment while the Failure went on to investigate the incident.

The dinner wasn't until a bit later so it did provide a large window of opportunity to scout around. Good thing for her energy sensory being at 420 allowing her to expand her reach to locate other life forms as she climbed the heights of the hotel to the roof top. Once on the roof the Failure ventured onward across the paralleled buildings until the hospital was set in front of her. Her sensory was set to be focused on the hospital while she continued to monitor the time of the day. While in spirit form not many humans would be able to sense her presence let alone see her, which made it much easier to wander around the ground near the officials policing the barricades. Before moving in she had to prone them for information to fully understand the situation. Lingering among the those officials she would listen in on their conversations through their radios and small talk. All the while her energy sensory would search the flaming halls of the facility to life any forms of life if any.

Something was off and Kimiko was going to find out what it was.

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: Took dibs for this post since Royce said he's a bit busy this week!

IC:

"We need to make sure that it's contained," an officer said as Kimiko approached. "No one gets in or out of here. SWAT is on their way." The fires of the hospital burned. It appeared to be a disaster of some kind that needed to be kept isolated in this specific hospital location. In other words, it wasn't something that they wanted to spread, or leave the premises. It might very well be something that was incredibly difficult to control. If it got out, then that meant their control was gone. Given how big of a city this was, however, could it really be that bad if it was just something isolated to one single hospital? There was no telling what it was.

"I've never heard of rioting inside of a hospital before," one of the officers said. The other officer looked at him for a moment, taking his eyes away from the hospital. "This is beyond simple rioting. They've already killed several officers. That's why we locked the doors to keep them in." If Kimiko listened carefully, or just got closer, she'd see too. The main doors of the hospital were closed. They were opaque, so nothing could be seen inside, but the doors were constantly jostling. Slamming forward. Someone was banging, trying to get out. There was a frustrated cry from inside as that someone tried to bang open the doors.

"SWAT informed me we might bomb the facility," one of the officers said. Kimiko would sense something, however, with her mighty sensory. Many life forms within the hospital. There were dozens of people alive in there. If the bomb hit the hospital, then all of those people would be killed. Supposedly, they were rioting about something from inside of the hospital, and some officers had died. And now the hospital was on lockdown. Everyone who was in the hospital was therefore trapped in the hospital, and regardless of innocence or guilt, they were all going to die soon. That was how the situation would be taken care of. Military aggression.

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: Posting order is no longer in effect. As long as your post follows one of mine, you may post any time. I will encourage individuals of each of you to post regularly. Presently, I encourage Asmokon to post.

[Kimiko Aimi]

Appeared as though the situation was quickly escalating into something that would be deemed out of a horror movie. Rioting and killing within the hospital grounds, police quarantining the area, and now a group of people were about to enter the fray to more or less investigate before using a more aggressive means to end it all. Of course to the naked eye  it would seem like a simple riot but beneath the surface was the cold hard truth, and a truth in which Kimiko could discover. She was going to find the dormant answers beneath the false surface. With that in mind the Failure mustered up her Flood as it was seething forth beneath the ruffles of her Kimino.

Like a raging blizzard the Flood sprung forth into action to spread out within the perimeter that the police had set up. However, Kimiko had to keep in mind of vast size of the building, so the flood had to be spread thin to ensure that the perimeter was completely shrouded. To those spiritual beings a veil of blue aura would surround the area like a curtain, and for those beings who remained in denial all there will be is an subzero chill for those who would trespass beyond the barricades. A chill so cold that turns blood into ice just by crossing the veil, and with her reiatsu strength as the base of her flood it would be that much more potent than a regular blizzard. The chilling field would prevent those regular humans from passing through along with any physical items that attempted to enter. And for those spiritual beings that lacked the sufficient reiatsu strength to resist then they'd suffer the same fate.

But enough of the field Kimiko found her opportunity to enter the building. Before anything else she mentally ordered her flood field began to rotate. The aura made dome spun around the same speed that Kimiko was capable of to cause the air within the dome to drop immensely to dim away the fires. This would allow easy access for the Failure to enter through the second story window, through one of the windows that fire was seen sprouting out of. Now why enter through one of the burnt windows, the idea was simple since the fire would have already scorched all organics within the area. If anything then the room should have been cleared by the fire.

Once the fire had been cleared the woman proceeded forward through the window and immediately scanned her surroundings with her energy sensory once again to insure her own safety. From what she could remember and based on the sounds of what had been transpiring much of the rioting was being pushed toward the entrances. Those same entrances she had to have hold out before what ever caused the chaos to occur broke out into the city. All the more reason why the dome was made smaller to allow the freed aura to target those doors to freeze them solid. After the task was done Kimiko would continued further into the chaos within the hospital with her energy sensory of 420 pushed to its limit to locate every life form and their tendencies. She was going to narrow her search while reading their thoughts in order to find out what was happening.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon was there standing before Kayneth having no intention of backing down or giving ground to the man before him. He had ever intention of taking the Blackstone that was the reason why he was here and nothing nor no one was going to prevent his success. It was then that Asmoskon's knees got weak and started to give under the pressure that was now suddenly weighing down on him. Asmoskon knew this sensation that much was for sure. He was having gravitational pressure placed upon him strong enough to actually start bringing him to his knees. Struggling with everything he had Asmoskon's teeth biting down on each other fights his best to stay up. Then the pressure simply gone rising to his feet he realizes that for one reason or another there was a twinge of fear that was steadily growing inside of him.

Asmoskon didn't fear this man he didn't fear anything around him yet for one reason or another that emotion, the sensation was growing inside of him and he couldn't suppress it with anything else strong enough. It was then that something else arrived as well and Asmoskon realized that whoever Kayneth truly was he without a doubt was the most powerful entity in the building and he wouldn't be able to survive this encounter without a miracle. There where were now voices speaking throughout his head and the reiatsu that he was feeling was dark, twisted and tainted. Anyone else might not have been able to deal with the darkness yet fighting through everything Asmoskon focused on perhaps something unwise yet strong enough to falter the fear. His hand moving up to his eye packet Asmoskon's fear started to subside as he focused on what truly gripped his soul.

Then everything started to move back in normal flux again. Kayneth or whoever he actually was began to speak and declared that he had already used the Blackstone for whatever purpose he sought. That wasn't something to truly take as a good sign though. Just as he declared he had found the true purpose Asmoskon heard a sound and turned slightly noticing the door while knowing that something or someone was behind it. As Kayneth shred light on what he had actually done with the Blackstone Asmoskon sneered as Judith presented herself. The appearance was something that Asmoskon didn't enjoy yet it was by no means the worse thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. As she drooled blood onto the floor Asmoskon's fingers found hold of a ginto in his pocket. "The judgment of blades is unopposed. Those within be cast aside by the power of the seven executioners" Just as Asmoskon finished speaking Judith would rush towards him here rage educed mind more than likely unable to alter her plan by something as meaningless as words.

As she got near Asmoskon though the ginto that he held in his pocket was pulled out while being tossed in her direction vanishing in that very instant. Just as swiftly as she moved towards him a silver coffin manifested itself around her. (1000 Speed of formation) Unable to think of anything, but attacking him Judith wouldn't have the mind to evade just continue into the trap which now enclosed her. Asmsokon turned back to Kayneth as seven silver swords manifested around the coffin and then embedded themselves in it stabbed Judith throughout her body. "Making subordinates mindless feral creatures might work in a war yet against singular individuals you're going to need more than a single beast. If you're finished with the Blackstone I'll be taking it now Arrancar."

Remaining Reiatsu: 3250/500
Quincy Cross: {+1600}
Schrein Urtiel: {-400}

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Technique Name: Schrein Urtiel
Class: 3
Technique Type: Human World Dweller
Usable By: Quincy
Technique Element: N/A

Technique Description and Effects: A ginto techniques that requires the ginto to be thrown at the target. This technique is based off of the ginto technique known as Gritz. The ginto forms into a large silver coffin that envelope its target. In the next moment after formation seven silver swords penetrate through the coffin and into whatever is enveloped. The coffin forms from the ginto at a speed of 1000.

How to use technique: Speak the incantation and throw the ginto.

Technique Drawbacks: The coffin can be broken through with an offensive stat 50% higher than the caster. This technique can only be avoided by escaping from the coffins formation from the ginto.

Incantation and Effect: "The judgment of blades is unopposed. Those within be cast aside by the power of the seven executioners"

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: Well I kind of thought that Royce would've posted by now, but since he hasn't, I'll take over to keep us moving.

IC:

Kimiko's journey into the hospital proved to be quite fruitful, at least in explaining to her what was going on. How? Why? It was because of the man that she encountered. When she first stepped forward into one of the other narrow hallways, she'd see a man, back turned to her, in hospital garb that indicated he'd been under medical examination of some kind. He seemed to just be wandering aimlessly, looking around for something. What was most noticeable, however, was not the physical world. It was the spiritual one. In terms of energy sensory, Kimiko would detect nothing at all from the man except for pure, unbridled rage. The sort of hatred reserved for genocide and worse.

The thing with humans is that they are the only creature capable of feeling true hate. Most creatures simply experience survival instincts. The desire to kill things either for food or because they feel threatened and need to preserve themselves. In humans, however, there is the emotion of hatred. This feeling causes people to inherently despise one another. To have a sense of aggression unlike anything that any other creature can ever possibly mimic. A wolf will never go and slaughter dozens of other creatures. It will slaughter only one to a few at a time, and for food or safety. But a human is willing to completely, utterly, and truly destroy...

And this was what Kimiko faced. For as soon as that hallway brought her to the man, he turned around. Perhaps she called to him, perhaps she didn't. Something caused the man to detect her presence, and to turn around. It was then that she would see it. It was a man, but pale as a sheet, with eyes a very deep, dark red, so red that it was spreading out of his eyes onto his face in the form of tears of blood coming down. Hemorrhaging. The man's mouth opened ever slightly, and a rasping hiss escaped from in between pursed lips like a monster that had been disturbed. The man started sprinting at Kimiko. Not just running. Sprinting. He was fast, too.

He'd cover the distance between himself and Kimiko in less than a second if she couldn't stop him. And then, after about a second and a half to two seconds, he'd literally be on top of Kimiko, having knocked her right over. Unfortunately, because of this, she'd be destabilized and would explode and die. So, naturally, if she wanted to avoid being knocked over by this guy and thus killed, she had to stop him from tackling her to the floor. But god, he was fast. And aggressive. Hateful. Something about him just didn't seem to be right. He wasn't just some man. He was barely even a man anymore at this rate. He was just... something. Something nasty.

Meanwhile, over at Asmokon, though Judith had died, Kayneth Wayne did not seem to feel threatened in the last. Rather, Mr. Wayne looked...curious. As if he was examining everything about the situation. Mr. Wayne grinned at Asmokon's lecture about the need for more than one of those in individual combat. "Mr. Masurao, is it...? What makes you think that there was only one?" Suddenly, from the hallway that led into this room, the door to the place burst open, and there were screeches are equally terrifying and horrible as Judith's had been. It wasn't just Judith. There were many, many more. Now, Asmokon would find that there were over two dozen of these things that had gotten into the room through the door.

Over two dozen, all sprinting at him at full speed. And with their speed, with their raw numbers in that space, what could he do? It was a matter of fact that he probably couldn't take all of them on. At this point, now, there were far too many. Even if he tried a wide sweeping maneuver, more than likely some would get through his defenses. This would be the time to run away. The only time, in fact, to up and run. To escape. Asmokon had to escape, or else he was going to be killed by these things. But, there was Kayneth Wayne, still there... Still grinning at Asmokon. Because now, things had just gotten that much more difficult.

But, what luck! Outside, a reiatsu below that Asmokon would recognize. An ally had arrived outside, and appeared to be evaluating what was going on and how best to help. The reiatsu of none other than Sozen Kuchiki, outside of the building, many floors below. If Asmokon could get out through the windows and get down there, then even if he was outnumbered, he would have space to attack. And even if those creatures had other surprises, he would have an ally with him to fend them off. But, Kayneth Wayne seemed to sense Sozen, too, because he suddenly changed demeanor and became, for lack of better words, obsessively aroused.

[Kimiko Aimi]

How unsightly have things became as well as quickly escalating from an investigation to immediate confrontation. Upon her discovery of a human being she quickly found herself a monster instead. In every aspect of the word monster the individual turned her way, unknowing to what might have caused him to draw attention to her and to who or what she was, then violent proceeded toward her with uncanny speed. Before it all the Failure probed the being's mind and found nothing but desire to destroy everything and everyone one around. Throughout her centuries of roaming around the line between life and death, through the centuries of history that the humans have forged for themselves, she has bear witness to many of their atrocities. Kimiko has seen it all and felt it all. So the man's, no, the beast that stood before, it's intentions.

She knew when the false man was about to step, her energy sensory peered directly into its mind and soul and found when it was about to lash out. It's very desire clear as day through its vague thoughts and intentions before it could even take a single step forward. Her mind pondered on the various ways to neutralize the being, but found only one. "I shall bring mercy unto you. You poor soul." the priestess spoke softly with a heavy heart as her flood burst forth from her body. A chill like no other at its fullest potential, and within direct contact of its victim. From what was a calm sway of mist came out at the creature in full force at the creature, filling the entire hall with its presence and ungodly cold. Less than a second, fire, metal, liquids, even the very air within their respectable hall would come to a stop. That was something that 1500 Reiatsu strength could do with a Flood that froze blood with a second.

From any other perspective it would seem as though time in the area would have ceased altogether. The cold solitude and unavoidable chill enveloped the area like air itself, and cycled around the pair like a tornado. With direct contact with her flood, over and over again, the blood within the creature's veins would cease to absolute zero. Skin will still, heart will cease its pulse, brain function dead, the electrical activity within the nerves all but silent. To Kimiko it was natural, to everyone else including the creature, it was a frozen hell where time had no meaning. But that wasn't the only thing came to fruition as the flood continued to caress its body to still it would cause the body to crack, brittle, then dust in the remaining half of that single second. The same as all life will eventually become in the end. Dust to dust.

If this single man was what became of everyone else within the hospital, then it would be out of love and mercy that Kimiko would be giving them. All the more reason to end it all by someone who actually gave a damn about the people rather than someone seeking their destruction. The Failure will give them all a baptism of ice and peace. That said both hands rose into the air to call upon the wave of reiatsu once again, but this time, rather than focus it all on a single point the wave of reiatsu dispersed toward both ends of the hall, and slowly consume everything in its wake with a cold embrace. Not as quick as the creature before, but all would face the same fate. Meanwhile, her energy sensory poured out in tangent to scour all matter of life, their minds and thoughts within the hospital's holdings. Anything to discover the source or the origin to where the madness originated from.

As the surfaces glistened to a cold reflective coating the woman tread slowly down the halls to assist with her own search. Through the visible glass walls into the offices, the burnt remains of humans and materials, anything that could have given her a clue as to how it all started. Her bear feet tapped along the icy floor as her mind and eyes continued to search for what may be a worthless act as this point, knowing full well that her Gigai would be finishing up soon as well for the dinner with Mr. Wayne. She must be returning shortly if nothing was found at the icy entrance of the hospital.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

That first encounter hadn't lasted more than an instant as the silver coffin formed around the tainted soul of what was once a human. Asmoskon turned towards Kayne in the next moment seeing his grin and simply starring at him sternly his expressions one of distain yet not disgust. Just as Kayne spoke up about there being more than just her Asmoskon heard the sound of the others running to converge on his position. There wasn't anything he could really do against all of them when he thought about it as they flooded the room. That's what most foes would believe and what most others would have to accept yet Asmoskon had created something no one else ever had and it fit this situation perfectly.

As the twenty of them flooded in the room and surrounded him preparing to rush him and overwhelm him Asmoskon's eye was on Kayne. "You accept this pitiful lot to be enough?" Asmoskon had trained through warfare. Fighting against a larger number of foes was something that had left scars all over his body and had taken his dominate eye as well yet there were few in the human world that had his experience at fighting more than one target at the same time. There were multiple ways to simply eliminate them right now yet only one that could secure safety without releasing. So just as the first of the rage induced humans rushed him and got within two feet it's torso suddenly had a large hole in it's chest.

Asmoskon stood there no bow in either of his hands nor any movement executed as he continued to look at Kayne. In all reality Asmoskon's reiatsu was now in the shape of a box with blades on the sides that surrounded him as a defense. It couldn't be seen only sensed and felt. That first human had simply lunged onto one of the blades and caused it to pierce through its torso. It wasn't much different in the following moments as others tried to rush only to slam into the box powerfulness to penetrate it they to would in their rage collide with the blades on the sides cutting themselves to pieces.

Asmoskon was prepared to do his best and battle Kayne after the next moment. He knew that this man's power was greater than his own yet he had to try it was then though that he sensed the reiatsu of Sozen outside of the window. He was down a few floors more than likely at the entrance of the building yet Asmsokon had to team up with Sozen. Together the two of them shouldn't have a problem eliminating Kayne and even if it wasn't that easy he knew the chances of success would be raised astronomically.

Around half of the mindless humans were now heavily wounded some missing limbs and bleeding all over the place while others had either embedded themselves on the blades or had the misfortune of decapitation by a blade they couldn't see and actually caused to kill them from their own actions. No these weren't their actions and these weren't humans anymore. Kayne was their mind now and he was there handler everything that happened to them now was his fault for robbing them or their individuality. Suddenly the box was gone and in a moment Asmoskon stepped backwards using Movement to accelerate his speed only to then flip backwards into the air and through the one of the windows.

In the following moment Asmoskon flipped through the air backwards glass falling to the ground around him. He wasn't sure if the creatures were going to follow him or not, but it only took about three seconds for him to suddenly reach the ground. He landed on the ground kneeling his right hand on the ground and the cement under him now cracked from his physical strength. He wasn't harmed and now in a better situation to eliminate Kayne. Rising to his feet Asmsokon looked to his left at Sozen who by his calculations was only a few feet to the side. "Sorry to rely on you Sozen, but I'm pretty sure we're both needed to kill this guy."

Remaining Reiatsu: 4700/500
Quincy Cross: {+1600}
Kyōsei sa Remasu: {-150}

[Kashmir De-Mona]

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Cold filled the corridors. Cold filled the corridors, for that Failure who called herself Kimiko could use her flood to generate a power of ice which would fill an interior space. Inside the hospital, she had an advantage. Nothing could kill her. Nothing could kill her, for there was no area around her that could be reached without freezing to death. Or so she thought. Yesssss... Isn't that the kicker? When you think you're safe... When you've been misled because the bombs stopped falling, or the monster is nowhere in sight. That's a lie. Peace is a lie. Safety is a lie. Security, tranquility... These do not exist. There is only chaos and only the dark. The first infected didn't stop immediately upon freezing. It was still able to crawl toward her, slowly, until it froze to death at her feet.

How beautiful was that? Look at it. That blood, turned pink by the cold, and that body, once so filled with life and hate, extinguished and encased in ice before her. Beautiful. BEAUTIFUL. Admire the beauty. ADMIRE THE BEAUTY. ADMIRE IT NOW. Oh, too late. The hallway filled on either side with more infected. Three in front of that Failure who called herself Kimiko, six behind. They sprinted after her, and though the frost began to slow them down, their veins were filled with adrenaline, and their hearts were filled with aggressive hate. They were able to keep going, slowing down slowly. The first one had frozen because it had all focused on him. These ones had a spread out field that wouldn't stop them. Though they would be dying by the time they reached Kimiko, they did not care for their own safety.

All of them... All of them would be able to reach her. They would just barely reach, yet still they would reach. No escape no escape no escape. Only by leaving that area now would Kimiko survive. If not, they would close in on her and begin punching and beating her in. They would slowly be dying as they did, but it only takes a few punches to destabilize a Failure. Some of them would try to grab her by the eyes with their thumbs and blind her. Some of them would try to bite into her like fresh meat. There was no escape... There was no escape... Only by getting out of there could she live... But if they got their hands on her, then she was as good as dead... Ohh, and she might never make it to dinner with Mr. Wayne, now... How tragic that would be, too.. Ohhh, how tragic... HAHAHA!

Nowww, the Quincy.... Where Mr. Wayne himself resided, watching gleefully. Ohh, I know you. I can sense it in you... You're proud, aren't you? You've been hurt, and to overcome it you've had to become that way, haven't you? If you don't have your pride, you will break at any second... But pride is a downfall.... You should have escaped when you had the chance! For yes, the infected could be stopped by the defenses surrounding him... For now..... His box was helpful. Very helpful... But he was blinded now as long as that reiatsu stayed up, because they all mindlessly impaled themselves lovingly on his box. Their blood was everywhere... And they started throwing it up all over the box too. It was all over the floor. It was all over the walls. Their blood was everywhere...

"Ohhh, I know it's not enough," Mr. Wayne said, still smiling. "I'm not going to kill you today, Mr. Masurao. I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH THAT I HAD. HAHAHAHA." When Asmokon leaped through the window to descend to Sozen, Mr. Wayne followed. They would both reach the street level, and now Kayneth Wayne would be able to meet Sozen, too... For this was not merely Kayneth Wayne. Kayneth Wayne was but an alias, and it was but an alias for one who had replaced one who had died... That man... The Arrancar King... He had vanished against a power called Soul Release... Against hundreds of Soukahou flames... But he had returned. For he could never truly be stopped. He could never truly die. Strike him down, and he would return, greater than before. More fit to take his REVENGE!

"Sozen Kuchiki..." Mr. Wayne exhaled. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Sozen...? You've come far in that time... And so have I. HAHAHAHAHA! DO YOU REMEMBER ME, SOZEN? DO YOU REMEMBER THE SPIRIT OF DE-MONA?" This was to be Sozen's worst nightmare. The Arrancar that had forced him to use his evil had returned... The Arrancar that had promised Sozen that he would return and take his body for the spirit of revenge... He was HERE. NOW. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Now dozens of the infected came from around the street, and ran at Asmokon and Sozen. Instead of twenty or so, there were probably sixty, or a hundred. The infected, which had slowly begun to take over this city. Soon, there would be thousands. Maybe millions. And there couldn't be defenses forever... Not in this Hellish place...

[Sozen Kuchiki]

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The Spirit of De-Mona had returned... "No... It can't be..." Sozen had turned white as a sheet, clamming up immediately. How could this be? He heard some form of a response from Kayneth Wayne, the man he now knew to be none other than Primera Espada, Adalo De-Mona, but the words were muffled by the look of shock and absolute terror on Sozen's face. The Spirit of De-Mona had returned... Among Sozen's greatest fears was an enemy against whom he couldn't win. It had almost been realized by facing Kuroi, but even then, Sozen had been able to conquer. Against Adalo, Sozen had been completely overwhelmed by an enemy of darkness, and in turn, had had to turn into his own twisted, evil side to win.

The Spirit of De-Mona had returned. "I... I killed you..." Sozen said, almost pleading with destiny to not let this be true. "How can you possibly still be alive now?" Sozen was clenching his fists so tight that his knuckles were white to the bone, and his hands were beginning to bleed. Though the man standing before him looked and sounded dramatically different than Adalo had... Though the man standing before him had a calm, controlled, even intelligent demeanor... Those eyes were the same. They remained identical to the eyes that had gazed at Sozen in Adalo De-Mona's final moments. The Spirit of De-Mona had returned... And Sozen had no doubt in his mind that what Kayneth Wayne said was truth. This was truly the reincarnation of Adalo De-Mona.

And, how terrifying. The reincarnation of Adalo was far more intelligent and cunning than the previous one had been. Intelligent enough to run a multi billion dollar corporation, and create all these terrifying schemes. Intelligent enough to hide his identity from most of the world, and to achieve political and economic power in addition to his already tremendous combat prowess. Here was someone who now rivaled Sozen not only in the field of battle, but in the social and political world. Here was a reincarnation of Adalo that had not only cunning, but resources. As the infected closed in all around them, Sozen could only think with dread how powerful this enemy had become...

DEMPSEY ROLLL!

Blades exploded outward into all of the reddened faces and eyes of the approaching infected. Hundreds killed in a single instant, and blood spraying and splaying everywhere. Sozen had silently initiated his release, his Shikai--Akai Birido, whose ability was to create blades from red. And every single one of the infected had red on its face from the blood. It may have been a strong army, but it was the worst possible enemy to send against Sozen's ability. "Hey... Adalo... Tell me something..." Sozen said. "If you're immortal, then what's stopping me from just severing your limbs and keeping you locked in one of my dungeons for eternity?"

A shadow had fallen over Sozen's scarlet eyes, so that only the lower half of his jawline could be seen by those observing him. Cold, powerful reiatsu poured off of his body, deep blood red in color. The ground itself shook and red sparks of electricity danced along the air currents. Anyone who wasn't the same class as Sozen would feel his immense, immeasurable power pushing them down. He was that strong. Stronger than Kuroi. Stronger than Adalo. Stronger than ANYONE. And there would be no one who could stop him! No one at all. Sozen turned on Adalo, then, and, taking his red bladed katana in one hand, began marching toward the Primera Espada.

"I killed you once before, Adalo," Sozen said. "If it's a repeat performance you want, then I can easily crush you." An explosion of reiatsu all around once again. It was truly intense, majestic. Even from the hospital, Kimiko would be able to sense the pouring reiatsu of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads' most powerful Captain. Asmokon would be practically floored observing this unimaginable display of power. This was the true power of Sozen Kuchiki. In terms of ability, he far outstripped all of the heads before him... And perhaps even all of the heads who would follow him. The man who most complimented the Kuchiki name. The Crimson King. Sozen Kuchiki. Arriving before Adalo, Sozen slashed down at his enemy.

OOC: Next post will be Royce's. This is part 1 of a 2 part cinematic segway of our thread.

[Kashmir De-Mona]

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AHHHHH! Bold world, isn't it? Bold world, with such arrogance in it. Bold world, with such atrocities to match. HAHAHA! And ohhh, how the mighty now look so frail, so meek... Soooooo pitiful. Just look now at Sozen Kuchiki, paralyzed by fear. Oh, how he's supposed to be the best of them over in that land called the Soul Society. He's the strongest that they can offer. He's the most ruthless. He's the most cunning. And he's still only this good... He still isn't up to par with the one that we call the Arrancar King. Because behind Kayneth Wayne, there's another persona. He isn't a human, but an Arrancar. He isn't just an Arrancar either, but an Espada. He's Sonken Kouhai's best Espada. He's the cream of the crop, the cream at the top! The strongest, baddest, and most sinister...

"No... It can't be..." Came the whimper... the stammer. "Ohhh but it CAN be, Sozen! It CAN!" Ahhh, but the denial was so fresh, too. He couldn't shake it. He couldn't shake his fears... "I... I killed you... How can you possibly still be alive now?" Look at that guy, there... White as a sheet. A ghost of a shell of a man who once could shit his pants over no one and nothing... Until he met the true identity of Mr. Wayne. "I did die, believe me, I did," Kashmir insisted to Sozen. "But I came back, too..." Kashmir's grin became more ominous, and his dark reiatsu should be something that could be felt, that could intimidate. Sozen, knuckles tight, would feel the menace. "From the dark fires that vanquished Adalo De-Mona, there emerged Kashmir De-Mona! HAHAHAHAHA!!"

Now, as Sozen slashed, something funny would start to happen. Kashmir, as a matter of course, would pluck at the air with his hand and catch Sozen's wrist, stopping that slash dead in its tracks. All at once, there was a clash of their spiritual energies, and the black and red mixed around and shattered all of the nearby windows on nearby buildings. Now, Kashmir looked on at Sozen with the darkest little grin... Hahaha! "You may have killed Adalo, but he left me a gift on you, didn't he, Sozen?" This was a reference to the black spot on Sozen's chest left by his encounter with Adalo. To achieve that killing blow, Sozen had had to allow that black spot be left there, scarring him. And though he hid it well, Kashmir could sense it... He knew that it was there.

"My goal isn't to fight you, Sozen," Kashmir started to explain as a sinister air was taken up by everything around. Suddenly, Sozen would hear voices in his head! Circle of Kashmir, Circle of Kashmir, Circle of Kashmir.. And so now, the thing he feared most was going to happen. "My goal is to show you...." Sozen might inquire as to what it was that Kashmir wanted to show him, and so Kashmir De-Mona responded in kind with the greatest laughter of all. The kind of cruel snicker that you only hear after your adversary has crushed you. "I wanted to show you the validity of what Adalo De-Mona said before. Of what I said last time we met. That YOU. ARE. ME."[/color] A white circle glowed along Kashmir's chest, very brightly, and he grinned. "CIRCLE OF KASHMIR!"

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Suddenly, like the candle being blown out and hope being extinguished, black reiatsu in a column to the sky would appear! But it wasn't around Kashmir... It was around Sozen. The darkness in his soul magnified, the hate brought to bear, the very fabric of it distorted into millions of screaming voices, Sozen was undergoing a beautiful transformation! For in his eyes, as everyone watched in horror, there would be no more scarlet and there would be only the black eyes of the vanquished Adalo, and soon Sozen's eyes would then just disappear as his mouth would sew shut, his hair vanish, and the rest of his facial appendages vanish... His skin turning a sunken gray, huge gray tendrils emerging from his back... HAHAHA, What had happened what had happened?

The black column vanished away. Sozen could be seen. No, not Sozen... It was the released form of Adalo De-Mona's Zanpakuto, Fantasma. Except Kashmir was still standing there, perfectly normal and unreleased... And Sozen Kuchiki was gone. Yes, for in Sozen's place, there was now Adalo! That's the power of the black spots... Sozen had been changed from Sozen into the devil's form, ADALO!!!! HAHAHAHA! Now, that black, skulking form turned on the Quincy who calls himself Asmokon... And the tendrils rushed toward him, looking to impale him. Because, why not him too? Why not make him evil, too? Why not make EVERYONE evil? Just in the nick of time, behind Asmokon, came forth also twenty five of The Infected. TODAY! TODAY IS THE GREATEST OF ALL NIGHTMARES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

[Kimiko Aimi]

A simple gesture of a prayer for the frozen victim that she created in mere moments. The man didn't deserve what occurred to him. A human being turned into a mindless beast then having to be put down without the dignity of a human being. The very least that Kimiko could do for the man was put him down and offer a silent moment to pray. The Failure was no longer human and was beyond the subject of humanity, though never once did she forget her duties as a Priestess of the old ways. Every individual deserves that moment of peace before passing on, and hopefully a peaceful rest as well.

To her dismay that moment abruptly came to a close when the others arrived. Piles of bodies came into view dead ahead of her, but that wasn't all. Like a swarm the raged induced beings gathered with blood stained lips and enticed by her presence. Her keen sensory wasn't necessary to see what was filling their minds, and their intentions. And like their predecessor before they came. They came for her. Each one lashing at the other, piling as they went into a full sprint towards her. What a predicament she was in. But a duty, her duty had to be complete before she went on with her mission. And so she will bring them into the loving hands of peace.

Before they entered into a full sprint both arms rose to meet her attackers. They were closing the distance incredibly fast, but no matter. For one instance the two groups were running toward her and another instance they were gone. Two dimly lit spheres vacuumed the air that surrounded the Failure before filling the two corridors with nothing but a blinding blue stream, one from each hand. A technique more familiar with Hollows and the Arrancar as they are more prone to learn it if not use it. There was no reason to actually mutter the words for her technique, not while she can say them within the depths of her mind.

It was difficult to see the lives of those people vanish within the blue light. She didn't care about the damages that was left behind with the pair of Ceros. More than anything the officials outside would be panicking at the sudden explosions, and possibly the quarter sections that her power removed from the facility. If anything that would be her cue to leave upon the crumbling entrances that were newly formed, especially if the officials outside were going to act. Not to mention that her Gigai was done with its preparations and was about to be picked up by the limousine. But before she could move there was a disturbing aura in the air. Menacing.

There was no time as she knew which direction that aura came from. Her sudden rush to the empty vessel was but a short run, then came to merging. The sense of being within an empty vessel was nerve wracking. She felt vulnerable or perhaps more so being within a husk of a body that wasn't really hers. Even seated in a limousine she still didn't feel comfort, more so with the new presence that did a horrid job in hiding. The Failure didn't find favor at all with the situation going about, especially if it came from Mr. Wayne's building. All she could do was ponder over what may have been transpiring. More importantly who ever was there may possibly screw her chances of being cured. "No. No no no no no no no no!" It was all going to be for not if there was interference.

She couldn't allow for such a thing to happen. Not now, not when she was so close to a possible cure. Her one hope going up in flames. "Please driver, would you be so kind as to take me to see Mr. Wayne?" The anxiety only grew as time went on. All she could was hope that nothing was going to rid her chance at help. No one was going to take that away from her, not now. Not ever.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2000/2400 : -200 Cero x2

[Kento Waffles]

AAARRUUUGGHHHHH!!!!! THE CRY OF THE SPIRIT OF DE-MONA IS A BITTER ONE. ARRIVING IN HER LIMOUSINE, KIMIKO IS JUST IN TIME TO JOIN ASMOKON AS HE WITNESSES THE MOST TERRIFYING EVENT OF THE CENTURY. IN A STUNNING DISPLAY, KAYNETH WAYNE REVEALS HIMSELF AS THE REINCARNATION OF THE PRIMERA ESPADA--ADALO DE-MONA HAS BECOME KASHMIR DE-MONA. AND, IN AN INSTANT, HE HAS TURNED SOZEN KUCHIKI INTO AN INCARNATION OF HIMSELF AS WELL! WITH A MONSTER WHICH CAN USE THE POWERS OF BOTH ADALO AND SOZEN PRESENT, THERE IS NOTHING TO DO BUT ESCAPE AND DESPAIR. TOO POWERFUL TO TAKE DOWN. TOO STRONG TO OVERCOME. PERHAPS EVEN TOO FAR GONE TO REVIVE. THE TRUE POWER OF KASHMIR REVEALED.

Sozen, now another form of Adalo, turned on Asmokon. Immediately, black tendrils flew toward the Quincy. Kimiko would arrive just in time to see this, seeing black tendrils fly from Sozen toward Asmokon in an attempt to stab into him, or perhaps even worse. In the background, thousands of the infected were coming as well, sprinting from behind. It seemed that the virus was spreading quickly, and thus the infected were now massive in number. And indeed, along the way here in the limousine, Kimiko would have seen fires everywhere, and seen people running away from the infected. This city was being quickly consumed by the terror of the infected.

With literal thousands coming, flooding the street, there was no place to escape. Even if Asmokon or Kimiko could try to just form a hole in the brigade and escape through it, they would be swallowed up by the mass of numbers. In front was Sozen as Adalo, and even Kashmir himself if he chose to engage as well. Behind them would be thousands of the infected. There could be only two escape routes. Under the earth, if one of them could do that, or up into the sky and the air ground. However, if they went upward, Sozen would surely follow them. Thus, they were left in a difficult situation either way. What could they do to get themselves out of this situation?

Inside... Inside Sozen, there is still the Kuchiki Head. Watching as his body is Adalo, and wreaks havoc. Inside of his own soul, he sees it. And he does not know what to do.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Standing there after getting out of the room only through executing maneuvers that had taken long difficult practice was Asmoskon. For a moment it looked like things were actually going his way. Sozen was beside him and he felt confident that the two of them together would be enough to bring down this monster. He didn't understand who or what Kayneth actually was. All he could sense was the reiatsu of an Arrancar yet it carried with it more evil than Asmoskon had ever felt. It actually felt darker than the reiatsu of Baal something that Asmoskon had only experienced once before in his life. There had only been one other creature with aura and reiatsu this evil which meant that he would need Sozen's help to take it down more than likely.

That was when everything seemed to go wrong all at once. The confidence that Sozen usually displayed was completely gone. Asmoskon was having a difficult time understanding what was going on as Sozen began to panic. Apparently this individual was someone that Sozen had fought in the past and he had been lead to believe that he had vanquished him. It only took a moment though for Sozen to get ahold of himself and release his shikai. They had started to be surrounded by a massive amount of the feral humans. Then in an instant hundreds of them had been eliminated by Sozen's zanpakuto. Asmoskon only wished that their blood was still red for it would have helped them both immensely.

That was when Sozen spoke his name. Not his own name no. The name of the Primera. As that name was uttered Asmoskon's left eye's pupil shrunk in shock and terror. He knew the name and the reputation. It made sense now why this individuals reiatsu was so evil. If he really was Adalo then this was far more dangerous than even he had thought. It wasn't wise to stay here not now even with Sozen. Adalo had an army of undead and powerful allies that Asmoskon knew were said to be on his own and Sozen's level. This couldn't end well for them.

Asmoskon didn't get a chance to voice his opinion though. Sozen was allowing his emotions to get the better of him. Focusing all of his reiatsu to make himself as powerful as possible without releasing his zanpakuto further Sozen started to walk towards Kayneth. Asmoskon was having a difficult time standing with Sozen in a blind rage, but without thinking he cast his attention inward to his eye. Hate started to rush throughout his veins enforcing him allowing him to stand while breathing slightly less difficult. Clenching his teeth in rage Asmoskon was ready to join this battle and kill Adalo with Sozen.

Then suddenly everything got even more dark. Sozen was changed his reiatsu, his form and his existence was all replaced with that of an Arrancar. Asmoskon couldn't believe what he was seeing and yet he had too in order to survive. The Crimson King, Head of the Kuchiki and his fellow noble and partner was dead. Asmoskon suddenly wasn't clenching his teeth nor was there any display of anger across his face. He just stood there as if all of the hope in him had vanished and there was nothing left, but a husk.

It would stay that way for a moment just as Sozen had transformed completely into Adalo. None of them would see that Asmoskon though was experiencing more rage, hate, disgust and madness than he had ever in his existence. The eye inside his skull was trying as hard as it could to take over his mind to make him something that he wasn't. That was when two things would happen. There would be a handful of small silver tubes fall from Asmoskon's right hand to the ground. At that same time though his rage was felt by the Black Stone in Kashmir's grasp. Scripture of crimson rage appeared across the tablet.

Just like that there were twenty five of the undead pouncing Asmoskon from behind as the new Adalo thrust the tendrils from his back towards him. Asmoskon was suddenly completely serious his reiatsu flaring higher than it ever had before. His right hand extending outwards as his left went behind him swinging outwards. He had no other choice at the moment to rely on it, but Asmoskon formed his reiatsu into a massive hand that would mirror the actions of his left hand. Swinging around him smashing into the twenty five undead and sending them flying off into the crowd of hundreds of others.

At the same time though he pulled Adalo towards him throwing the tendrils off angle meaning that his foe would have to readjust if even for a fraction of a moment. Simultaneously burning flames of orange ignited in Asmoskon's right hand now almost directly in front of Adalo's chest. The fire would then be fired directly at Adalo's chest in hoped that it would burn through him. Asmoskon though had experience dealing with Arrancar and knew of Heirro. Taking no chance he was suddenly gone executing Hirenkyaku.

"O disturbing power now unleashed, mete thy judgment upon the evil before me.” the words spoken came from a distance to far for them to be heard by the ears of the Arrancar. Asmoskon had cleared as much ground as possible in that instant. Now standing at the top of the building looking down on them as he spoke the incantation. The three ginto that he had dropped from his hand were at the feet of Adalo surrounding him on all sides. Then suddenly three five foot squared circled of dark purple appeared around him. He would then suddenly have to deal with the rising purple tendrils of reiatsu trying to stab into him. If he dodged they would come after him from above again.

This was his chance to get away and get this information to Satsujun and the Captain Commander. However, for some odd reason he sensed the reiatsu of a Shinigami. Looking down he saw the arrival of a new individual a female that obviously hadn't been looking where she was going. Asmoskon for one reason or another stayed for the moment in hopes of saving her. Suddenly his black longbow in his left hand as he drew in the reiatsu in the air around him with his cross. Only two seconds had passed since the beginning of the spell had started and now arrows of black rained down from the building onto the army of undead. So many arrows more than an army of archers could possibly produce. "You'd better get out of there now while you can!" Asmoskon screamed downwards to the girl as his right hand moved in nothing, but a blur as he constantly draw his bow, created arrows and released them onto the undead. In the span of a few seconds there were hundreds dead in the streets yet the numbers didn't seem to ever end.

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Technique Name: Neidisch Schatten [Envious Shade]
Class: 3
Technique Type: Quincy Ginto
Usable By: Quincy
Technique Element: None
Technique Description and Effects: This Ginto is seen as a fairly direct offensive technique. When activated, it summons a dozen long, blade-tipped tendrils of darkness from a glyph five feet across that forms beneath the victim. These tendrils shoot upwards first at a speed of 400, impaling an unaware enemy. However, even if the foe does dodge, those tendrils can bend at any point once per tendril and stab down towards the enemy again, this time at a speed of 600, creating a rain of bladed edges that can slice apart a foe who is not quick enough to avoid the strike. What makes this technique powerful is its ability to pierce through defenses; any defensive technique used to block this technique, whether skin or summoned, is reduced in effectiveness by 25% against this technique.

How to use technique: The user speaks the incantation before pouring the Ginto's liquid onto the ground. Upon being absorbed into the earth, the technique forms its signature glyph beneath the victim's feet only a second later.

Technique Drawbacks: Aside from the Reiatsu cost, Ginto tubes can be somewhat fragile and can be broken before this technique is released. See the actual item for more information. Additionally, this technique cannot pierce through defenses that are one Class or more above it, treating it as a standard clash of offensive stats.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1800/500
Quincy Cross: {+1600}
Kyōsei sa Remasu: {-300}
Envious Shade: {-1200}
Class 7 Arrows: (300x) {-3,000}

[Kimiko Aimi]

On the drive to the tower she could already feel a disturbance in the air. That alone was not the only clue that sent waves of suspicion in the air. According to her Energy Sensory there were numerous of issues spreading throughout the entire city. Too many thoughts to take in, too many instances occurring all at once. Just what exactly was going on in the city? With little to no analytical expertise to use she could only gauge to a few thoughts that course through the minds of a few individuals. They all thought of the same thing; that the city was going to Hell.

People were fighting and began to enter into a crazed state of mind. Families screaming and patrons who were venturing home found themselves in the middle of violent mobs. These occurrences matched the situation that transpired at the hospital. The infection, or whatever it was had spread into the city. This meant that literally thousands of people were becoming part of a raged induced army. She knew how strong they were, she knew what rot in their minds, and none of it was pleasing to see. Uncontrollable and unreasonable they will attack without the slightest hint of remorse or mercy. And she knew altogether that the humans who would have fought against it, who would protect the people would fail. It was a losing battle.

To say the least with what was transpiring at Wayne's tower had something to do with the current situation, but didn't know how they were related. She had counted three individuals there before the limousine came to stop. One was ready to fight, another filled with anger and fear, and the last was filled with utter confidence. Only a single foot emerged from the vehicle before the change began. Seeming that the second contestant's state of mind became flooded with a foreign influence. An internal and external source. With the Failure's Energy Sensory of the second and third individual she knew that there was a connection between them, just didn't know in what way or form. One being with Soul Society, the Shinigami, and the other, something far more sinister and evil. Pure darkness is how she would have described it to be.

"Driver, please evacuate the city at once. Pick up who you can and leave the city as soon as possible. If you can do try and warn people. Please, hurry." the woman slammed the door shut for each of them to go on their merry way. The vehicle sent off and Kimio left to deal with her "meeting." Surprisingly enough that the source of the darkness came from Mr. Wayne himself, or presumably someone who took on the form of human. Inside of him was something entirely different. As for the second man, he was no longer the same. Consumed in a silhouette of sheer darkness it appeared that his own identity had been altered. No longer did that man fidget with the identity he once held, instead took on another one, something that resembled the same presence as Mr. Wayne.

Not a moment longer when that black silhouette produced several tendrils to lash out at the first man. A Quincy. A sort of humans she'd not encountered for some time, but nonetheless was being attacked. For the time being she continued her course of action as a harmless human being in the midst of a chaotic ordeal, even as the city behind her began to tear itself apart. A fight ensured before she could even speak, but didn't refrain her from doing so as the black silhouette and the Quincy went on with their little spat. "Mr. Wayne, I came here as instructed by your assistant so we may speak. But more than likely I believe that to be deemed trivial according to our present predicament."

She knew all to well for a being with so much evil and darkness that something like talking "business" would hold little meaning to him. That and with an entire city facing off with a horde of raged induced beings, who are continuously add more numbers to their ranks, their talk will take a major halt for the time being. Still, she had to try to acquire what she came for. "I believe you know what I have come to speak to you about, and that is the item that you are currently in possession of. I want it." she said. Moments passed as the two beings fought with the Quincy taking down the several undead beings that swamped him before moving back.

That man's position standing above all on top of the building to view all before him. Kimiko went on to observe the hordes of beings in route to her position, seeming to overrun her. So before further negotiations could ensue she had to rid herself of them. Even before taking such actions she could hear the man from above in a frantic tone, warning her to escape the Hell that was about to swamp her. Nonsense. The Failure came for a reason and wasn't going to leave without it. A single hand rose as though she were to reach out for the very Heavens themselves. A single prayer given to have those who have perished, and for those who would follow shortly after. Tis all she could do as a Priestess of light.

The swarms of black arrows came crashing down to meet the hordes of undead, screwing into the amples of dead flesh. That gave her the time that was required for her to initiate her own means of fighting. Those incantations ringing through her mind, like as if they were second nature to her, "A drop of water ripples across the ocean surface. Arise god of thunder! A leviathan rises from his slumber. Go forth, depths of the sea, rise from your slumber to drown the land in your magnificent expanse; Awake mother of storms! Turn earth to sea, air to liquid, bring forth your deep embrace, and unleash the lighting on the sinners! Hado #40: Gouzen Demizu (Roaring Flood), and Hado #4: Byakurai (Pale Lightning)."

This wasn't just a single spell in the works, no, this was a duo incantation. Both stanzas of power were doctrined into her mind, meeting with the speed that the Failure was capable of. One of water, and another of thunder. A duo-incantation took time to muster up, but it was thanks to the Quincy that enabled her to acquire such time. Not only that but the silhouette was occupied with what was going on with her acquaintance. Kimiko saw to utilize the opportunity, and so she did. However, didn't mean that she wasn't on guard either.

A moment later her Gigai husk would begin to crack. Like those on a sidewalk tile the lines snapped away from each other with the rise in reiatsu from her body. That jet black single piece dress tearing itself apart from the immense power that began to rush forth from her very being. The weak fabric had no chance to withstand the terrible power that resided within the Gigai, thus tearing itself to reveal the true being that remained hiding. The Frost Failure Kimiko Aimi. A second later the hordes of dead were to be met with a tidal wave of water. From the point where the Failure stood the small pool of water erupted into a thirty foot wave before being driven with both hands. Those hands silently commanding the wave to spread across her sights as it ran forward to swamp the hordes with nothing but the force of 1000 reiatsu strength.

Kimiko couldn't have displayed all that she had use. That very idea was a gamble. To allow the enemy to see that absolute might she wielded would have placed her in a tight position. For if they knew, then the Failure will have lost the element of surprise and allowing the enemy to conjure up a plan around it. Her attention spouted across her immediate area as the entire water show went on, even when the stream of lighting shot forth from the tip of her fingers and into the crowd of dead. Their numbers would have surely been reduced, but not significantly. This served as a message itself, that Kimiko was not to be trifled with by any extent.

Not even when the husk gave way to her true appearance. The Priestess from a thousand years had descended upon the warring city, and was ready to go.


Remaining Reiatsu: 1875/2400 : - 100 x1 Class 5 Roaring Flood, - 25 x1 Class 7 Pale Lighting.