Ladies Brawl (Jtt, Open)

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Odayakama Senshi had seen the woman vanish and then reappear behind her as she had been smacked in her right shoulder blade. A loud twist had been heard as a crackle had sounded. The redheaded girl had grit her teeth as her arm had been dislocated. Shaking, she had held her shoulder with her free hand as she took a deep breath. She would bear through the pain and keep on the battle. It was time for her to mislead her opponent and try to outsmart her rather than overpower her. This woman was hiding more than she was letting on in this spar. Senshi had reason to suspect this woman was more powerful than she let on. Using the Shunpo once more, the redhead would appear nearly thirty feet away as she faced her foe.

"Arise god of thunder Awake mother of storms. Unleash the lighting on the sinners. Hado#4:Byakurai!" Odayakama Senshi would stab her katana into the floor as she had aimed her fingertips torwards Yetsuna. Releasing a powerful bolt of lightning, it would seemingly be moving in a straight line aimed for her stomach. She would expect the woman to dodge, and so the effect of surprise would occur. If she were to evade this bolt of electricity, the bolt would suddenly swerve and turn jagged and redirect itself. If she were to try and block this attack, the lightning would bend and pierce her foot. Odayakama Senshi had then one more Kido in mind.

"Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into three. Bakudo#30:Shitotsu Sansen!" Three pillars of golden light had formed on the fingertips of her ring, middle, and index finger. The Byakurai would surely force her to move, and so she would have lured a rabbit into a possible trap. Three golden rods of reiatsu had flown from her fingertips to fly torwards the green haired reaper when she is either dodging or incompacitated by the lightning previously launched. Senshi had decided that her Kido would be the greatest strength in this battle. The rods would rotate and spin in midair as they would aim to slam the green haired woman, twice in the chest and once in the stomach therefore making a triangular formation.

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I've made the post three paragraphs to evenly match it with Soul's three.

[MrDoctorDo]

”Unbelievable. Squad 11 really does beat the sense and decency out of each other. I mean look at her.” With her hand outstretched, Ami drew a little circle in the air. One to outline Yetsuna in the distance. The whole gesture rather condescending in its nature. ”Oh, I am.” Tan replied, the white of his smile catching the light of the sun. Hell, he was practically giddy. With a silent cut of her eyes, Ami made it clear she didn’t mirror his enjoyment. Nor was she very happy with Tan, either. ”Do you really think she will appreciate you ogling her like a creep?” With another cough from his recent, traumatic torso injury, kak-”What?” Prompting Ami to look back to Mika and Kamiko. Waving her hand dismissively.

”No no. Not you. Tan. He’s acting like a dog.” Tan frowned at the remark. Feeling it a bit harsh. Then again...he was still staring away as the Yetsuna went about flaunting the goods. Biceps and all. Chick was strong. Like a Division Eleven member ought to be. If anything, they should be paying close attention. All of them. ”Look, if she or the others get carried away. We could be doing a lot more than handing out water. Especially with that little one throwing lightning.” Pointing over to Senshi, who was still quite on her feet and ready to go for another round it seemed. ”Not to mention that other chick looks like she is struggling to match the others' pace. Unless she steps up and pulls out something flashy to compensate for speed, she could be done for.”

Both Kira and Senshi were giving this bout their full effort. As much seemed clear. Yetsuna was quite the opposite to this. Appearing far more laid back about the whole affair. It was clear that the green haired woman held a few advantages. She made it even more obvious by her relaxed demeanor. If it weren’t for the effectiveness with which she best each of her opponents; it might be said that she was just playing around. No telling how long that could go on. "What if I just hurt her real bad? Would that be enough?"-or...you know...not at all. Yelled out from the centerfield. Directed towards Mika and the gang. Perking the ears of everyone in the tent. Even rousing the painted man up from the ground. W-with Kamiko’s help. ”H-haha. Yes! This is going to be spectacular.”

Shrugging his shoulders, ”I don’t know. The little girl has potential, but she’ll have to keep her distance. Not to mention she will have to work twice as hard, spending twice the energy just to keep up.” Mika gave Tan a very displeased glance. ”It won’t stay spectacular for very long at this rate.” Stepping back up to Tan’s side, ”Just because we can ruin the surprise with analysis, doesn’t mean we should.” The distinct sound of bones and ribs shifting and popping being evident.

Enough to get a curious glance from Tan. Mika taking his first deep breath since Ami nearly killed him. ”Whew...besides. Putting them back together is the most fun we could have out here today.” No sooner did Mika utter these words did the duo of Kira and Yetsuna vanish. Both of them using Shunpo to disperse faster than the eye could normally see. Reappearing with results that were less than sightly. A fierce elbow being driven into the musician’s back. Sending her plummeting, harshly, into the soil below. Pointing Kira out, Ami turned her eyes back to the battle.

Tan getting all dramatic. Throwing out both his arms in presentation of a snarky “told-you-so”. While he had predicted something “flashy”, Shunpo was at least something tricky. Wasn’t enough though. So sure enough the other red head was slapping at the dirt. Conceding she had been through enough. Already getting a few spectators over to help her out of the pit. gasp-”I’ll get a cot ready! Might need to lay her down.” With a sudden snicker, Tan took his chance for glib vengeance. "Now who’s thirsty?” Ami’s shot a glare, ”Gross!" With another cough, ”What?!” ^{”Not you.”}_{”Not you.”}

By the time the Tenth Division fellows brought Kira forward, Ami and Kamiko had everything laid for her. A little cot with a pillow and sheet draped over it. Comfy cozy. With that done, the pair rushed out of the tent’s shade to take her from the young men, ”We have it from here. Come on, sweety.” With each of the female medics hoisting one of Kira’s arms onto their shoulders; they made quick work of getting her to her bed. In the moments she was carried, Kira would notice a distinct warmth of energy. Perhaps she was familiar with it from previous accidents or injuries? A gentle feeling that usually accompanied any Squad 4 member performing an examination.

Kaido #1: Shindan Suru. Each of the women learning everything that was wrong with their patient in the passing of a breath. ”My name is Ami Nodokai, Squad 4.” The usual pleasantries. No matter how irrelevant. ”This here is Kamiko.” The younger medic would signal with a nod of her head, but still say nothing. ”What is your name?” Though Ami waited with a bright smile, no answer was coming. Kira lacking the ability to reply in the usual manner. Her guitar not slung in front of her. Though this should have created some awkwardness, they three of them reached Kira’s cot before the moment could drag.

”Well...we’ll be taking care of you. Let’s get you laid down.” Each of them helped her gently down onto her bed. Taking great care to keep her very straight and motionless. ”Your shoulder is out of the socket. A few of your superior ribs have been cracked. You lungs haven’t been punctured however, so you’ve no reason to be worried.” Once comfy, Ami rolled up her sleeves and signaled Kamiko. ”My specialty happens to be physical therapy!” Said with a more joviality than before. ”And Kamiko here is the best I know with Kaido. So you will be well as spring in no time. Just try to stay still, and comfy.”

Within the moment another blush of warmth would begin to spread. Starting on Kira’s exposed shoulder blade. Growing ever further from that point with each passing second. It would be a soothing sensation. One that traveled through the body with a...slightly odd sensation. Like water flowing beneath the skin. Perhaps her history with Squad 11 meant she was familiar with bruises? How the blood can be felt pumping near them when they are fresh. Well, this was similar to that. Only relieving! The might and wonder of Kaido. Unfortunately, Kira would have to cause herself some discomfort is she wished to see what was happening. Turning her head and peeking over her shoulder would agitate her shoulder and uppermost ribs. Sending sharp knives of pain through the healing warmth.

Yet, if she did this, she would see the smaller medic kneeled down near her little cot. With her sleeves drawn back just like Ami, and her expression one of serious focus. With her hands brought down near Kira, cupped around a glowing ball of reiatsu. Hiringuobu. A ball of pure regenerative energies, that could be used to treat most every form of physical trauma. Though Kira was probably not the most adept at sensing energy, she would not be able to deny the power that flowed in the sphere. In moments her pains were gone. Even any additional suffering turning her head might have caused. Gone. Lost in the swirling energy of the Kaido. Soon there would be no ailments left within her body at all. Kamiko, giving out a silent sigh before bowing her head slightly to Ami. Who with a hand near Kira, performed yet another diagnosis. ”Excellent work! Thank you, Kamiko.”

The two medics switched places now, Ami coming to Kira’s injured shoulder. Well...not injured. Simply out of place. An easy fix for the likes of this crew. ”Alrighty. Now I’m sure you have heard, or even seen this sort of thing before. I will be resetting your shoulder.” For the first time Kira would feel actual hands on her. Up until now the power of Kaido had made the whole experience very Haphephobia friendly. Now, however, things were to change. ”There will be discomfort.” A lot. ”But it will only last an instant.” Yeah, so do gunshots. ”What we will do is a count. We’ll both count ichi, ni, san.

On three you will breath in, and I will set the joint.” With a happy smile on her face, Ami played the part of consoling nurse like she was born to it. In truth, years of practice with whiny patients. Either way, ”Ok then, ichi…” Silence. Ami’s eyes blinking. Leaning over to align them with Kira, make sure she was conscious and paying attention. ”Are you ready?” Waiting a moment while the two locked gazes. Definitely not getting the verbal confirmation that she wanted. Just as she started to ask if everything was alright, something caught her eye. It was Kamiko. Signalling from the other side. Making the suggestion that Kira was a mute. Causing Ami to look back down with a bit of surprise.

krraaaakeeeekaaaooow!-”ahahah! Fantastic!”

Yet another storm warning was issued for the battlefield. By this point the crowd of spectators had grown. Once more, a pile of them was forced to duck for cover. With Kira extracted, the other two didn’t seem very interested in calling it. The little girl with the lightning preference especially. Despite being younger and less experienced as a consequence; Senshi was standing firm. Sword in hand, eyes flashing with determined intensity. Firing away with chains of Kido, in hopes of evening the odds in ways Kira could not. The sound and the rushing of the fight starting back up were enough to draw most everyone’s attention. Tan and Mika still quite invested in the going-ons of the fight. Ami doing her best to keep her attention on Kira. ”You know. We don’t often get to treat Kido injuries. I must say, I am looking forward to it.”

Tan, snickering, ”I would not have guessed that.” Rich in vitamin sarcasm. ”I’m surprised you haven’t started clapping.” Both of them cut their eyes at one another, Mika being forced to admit he walked into that one. The both smiling; though Tan’s was far less forced than the amputee. ”So what are her odds? The little one.” Desperate to shift the subject off himself. Reaching up to hold his nub of a right arm, his version of crossing his arms. A self conscious twitch to hide what was missing. Tan didn’t notice, and went right on along with his analysis. ”Not too good. My bet is still on the greenhead. She is simply more developed.”

Trying not to snicker himself, ”More you type?” Tan failing to hold back his own laugh, ”Oh yeah.” Giving it a few moments thought, "How about we do a little more than speculate?" Tan turning his head. Giving a cautious, yet curious glance. "What are you thinking?" Mika's own grin splitting rather wide seeing that the bait was taken. "We each pick a favorite. Then we wager on them to win." Without much hesitation, "Dibs on the bruiser." Mika let out a little laugh and nodded. "Fine with me. I wanted to bet on the red head anyways. As for the wager..." Thinking long and hard about what he wanted most~ "Nope. I'm choosing the wager. You always want weird stuff."

With a sudden frown and muffled grumbling, Mika nodded again and waved the rights to Tan. "Win takes the losers paperwork AND barracks responsibilities..." Mika looked to his missing arm and back to Tan with straight fear in his eyes. "Wait, I can-For a month-A MONTH?!-Take it or leave it-Yo...tch...fine. A whole month." They nodded in agreement, and looked back to the fight. Watching as Senshi tried hard to pin Yetsuna down. With a faint chuckle in his chest, "You do realize you're participant is still on the ropes?" Mika looking out at Senshi. Taking note that her hair was also red. Doing his best not to laugh, "It will be fine. MY participant hasn't even begun to fight..."

”Can you not speak?”

With these sudden words from Ami, both Tan and Mika turned. Looking to find Kamiko covering her face in a frustrated display. The older medic sitting next to Kira with a confused, yet intrigued look. ”If you cannot, that is fine. Don’t feel nervous about it. Our Kamiko is the same.” While trying to make things more comfortable, Ami’s straightforwardness had the potential to do the exact opposite. A fact that was lost on someone like Mika, but had Tan was already laughing. ”Well no matter. I’ll do the count myself.” Running one hand onto Kira’s shoulder, and the other gripping firmly on her bicep.

”Just remember to breath in when I say one.” Ami’s cheer trying to pour out and over the anxiety or embarrassment that might be swimming around in her patient’s mind. Though...there really was no need for concern. Kira was going to learn a bit about Ami as well. Same as she learned of Kamiko’s exceptionally potent reiatsu. For when Ami’s fingers tightened onto her, a glimpse at the woman’s immense strength could be gleaned. Not the sort of feeling that comes from standing near Captains, but actual...physical strength.

”Ich…” The medics fingers tightened. Her eyes grew quite focused. ”...ni…”
Though it was clear she Kira was being handled with expert care and delicacy; Ami was something of a monster. ”...sa!” The woman’s muscles flexed. Before Kira’s breath was fully drawn, she would feel pressure and then...ease. Ami was already rolling her sleeves back down by the breath’s end. That cheerful expression back once again. This time brimming with a bit of self satisfaction to boot. ”There you are, make sure to stretch it carefully. If you feel any discomfort just tell...ah.” Remembering the whole, “being mute” thing. There was no denying Ami’s cheeks got the slightest bit red. Fortunately, there was a distraction!

”Another mute? Interesting…” Mika had snuck his way over to the three girls. A little too late to help with Kira’s recovery, but in time to catch on to Kira’s more unique condition. ”I wonder, did you lose your ability to speak in some tragic accident? ” Standing over her bedside, the strange fellow seemed quite happily interested in the answer. Not that he was going to get it. Not in words at least. Still, Kira might prove she had some means of communicating. ”Or were you born with the condition like Miko?” Kamiko noticeably turned at the mentioning of her nickname.

”So how did it happen? Did you get broke, or were you born broken?” Given that he stood next to Kamiko, with his missing limb quite apparent. There was an unspoken, yet distinct message. When referring to born broken, he was referring to himself and the silent medic. Something that not everyone appreciated. ”Mika! Apologize!” Already back to her feet and up at arms. Ami’s voice nearly broke between the shrill of her anger and the restraint she used to try and whisper her command.

Given the unphased expression the on the painted man, it did not seem to have an effect. Or even surprise him, really. ”You can’t expect me to apologize for the truth.” Raising a brow at Ami, as if she were the one acting absurdly. Stoking a fire of rage in her that wanted nothing more than to explode within the tent. ”Forgive us, and him…” Ami turned back to Kira with a worried look, ”Mika is a bit quirky.” As if his appearance wasn’t enough to prove that. ”He doesn’t understand what he is sayin-Yes I d-Just shut up!”

Giving each other glares of promised death, Mika’s will breaks first and he steps back. ”Sorry.” Even if the word was whispered. Even if he didn’t mean it. Ami counted it as a victory. It showed quite clearly in a cat-like grin. ”However!” Grin gone. Anger back. ”I could help you get back your voice.” Mika slipping around Ami, dropping onto one of the benches they had set up for resting Shinigami. Sitting as near to Kira as he could. ”I have studied into a wide range of maladies plaguing the Court Guard Squads.

If you were interested in recovering your voice, I could definitely help you do so.” Behind the presumption soul was Ami. Looming like a shadow of death. Trying to find a way to interrupt the conversations path...that didn’t involve breaking Mika’s jaw. The trouble was, most of them were registered medical servants. Meaning...if a patient came to them expressing a need for treatment, they were obligated to do what they could. If Kira truly wanted to regain her voice, it was their responsibility to try and help. And...if anyone could, it was the makeup wearing dork who exasperated her so.

”Mika. If she believes she needs to be seen, she can go to Squad 4’s barracks.” Sliding the young man with unimaginable ease; Ami made room for herself on the bench next to him. Between him and Kira. All while he put up zero resistance, with a face that screamed concern. Fear she may break him again. ”I personally believe you are perfectly healthy. With or without a voice. Just like Kamiko.” Mika and Ami both turning to see the other girl working to tend to a few more Shinigami who came in. One believing he was having a heart attack due to a recent close encounter with lightning.

”She is one of the most gifted healers in the entire Seireitei. Performs Kaido better than anyone I know, and I have never heard her utter a word.” Mika seemed unusually short on snark. Not rolling his eyes even once. ”Yes. She turned me down, as well. I offered to fix her too-ack!” With a clap like thunder, Ami’s hand ran up the back of Mika’s head. ”There is nothing to fix. She is healthy as can be.” Holding the back of his head, still winced in pain. ”Easy for someone born symmetrical to say…”

Remember that awkward silence I kept mentioning for a long time? The one that kept getting dodged? Well…its back. This time to stay. Hurt feelings have a tendency to do that. For all her blatant cheer, Ami was quite perceptive of other people not feeling the same. She choose to excuse herself rather than argue with Mika anymore. Getting up to make her exit, offering one last retort, "You will need to rest up a bit." Ami looking to Kira, trying to ignore Mika entirely. "Just for a bit, then we’ll let you go with a clean bill of health.”

The sound of distant Kido could be heard from Senshi and Yetsuna’s continued fisticuffs. Sadly, Kira wasn’t out taking part in any of it. Something that likely bothered Mika as much as it did here. "So. Do you want to give up. Stay here and lick your wounds?" His eyes turning back from Ami's retreating figure, to the girl still laid out on the bed. "Or do you want to go back out onto the field, and do some actual damage?" Mika's smile grew a bit now. Turning that lovely turn of wicked. Honestly, Kira was a perfect patient for him. Just like Kamiko. It was nice when he didn't have to talk over someone else. Or fight to ignore the words they often threw back at him.

”The way you are now. There is no chance of you coming out victorious.” The words might sting, but they were the truth. Mika wasn’t going to apologize for this one either…”I can fix that.” Giving an exciting grin, Mika reached over to the cooler that they kept in the tent. Making sure to check that the others weren’t watching him. Carefully retrieving something from far below the ice chips. A container. Made of strong, shiny steel. Spinning back around to Kira, who by now should be looking his way. Considering his proposition. ”So...why settle for just healthy? Why not strive to be better? Mmm?”, his voice turning more sincere as the sales pitch carried on.

Expressing his earnest desire to see something marvelous happen. ”Ami once told me...that self improvement is just fine. She encouraged it.” With a pop the small case came open. Inside were four separate, plastic vials. Each of them filled to their brims with a green substance. A rich color, that seemed to trap any flickers of sunlight that swept inside it. ”So really, I am suggesting you take her advice.” Taking one of the vials, showing Kira in better detail. Flicking it around in his hand. Offering it freely to her if she so chose. All the while, he heard Ami’s old words within. ”Self improvement is fine. We should always seek to get stronger...but...”

”If you think you are broken...then nothing will ever fix you.”

”So what do you say!?” Practically hollering now. Throwing away the sentiments for the sake of surprises. Getting the attention of all of the other medics and patients in the tent. ”Will you simply lay here, or will get up!?” Looking to the guitar at her bedside. ”Get up to rock!” Tan’s ears tingling with a familiar chorus. ”Get up to roll!” Mika practically singing now, trying to get her as fired up as he was. Ami rushing back over. Drawn by the clamou-”Mika what are yo-” By this point he broke into song.

Singing out with his terrible, high pitched voice in an almost comedic fashion. ”Spare me yo pride~ Get up to ROCK~” Now, Tan was nearly falling over in laughter. He knew the song that Mika was trying, and failing to karaoke. He was the one that forced him to listen to it. Ami on the other hand...had the other hand in her face. Mika’s gesturing for her to stop her warpath. Clenched by his thumb...an empty syringe. Painted across his face, a stupidly happy grin. Behind him. Laying on the cot. A glowing ball of stimulated reishi. Kira. Whatever had been in the vial, she had agreed to take it. The hella strong medicine already doing its thing. All there was to left, was to wait. Wait for Kira to erupt from her cocoon or light!

(OoC: The serum used on Kira will be giving +900 SP, minus whatever SP was previously trained for. This will last for only 10 posts. Soul gets dibs on the next post to adjust his stats and reenter the melee. Get ready, cause here comes the rock and roll!)

[Kira]

Kira glared daggers at the condescending medics helping her. She always hated doctors, if only because she couldn't understand them. They helped people, healed them, helped them live better lives, and whenever she met one, she imagined being in their shoes. She hated the thought. Sure you get to charge a fortune, but that was for the human world doctors. These people here? They were medics. They didn't earn jack s*&t for helping people, outside their usual pay from the military, or the soul society, to her knowledge at least.

The medic trained their minds and healing prowess, trading away most of their combat ability because of the hours of training. She would never give up her strength for something like that. That's why she, like most others of her squad, looked down on the medics. Regardless of her feelings towards them, she still appreciated the help. Although she hated looking weak, she allowed the woman to lead her to the cot, away from onlookers from the inside of a neat tent. She felt something from the woman's touch. A strange, foreign warmth that made her slightly uncomfortable.

But she was used to being in discomfort. She couldn't remember why, but she restrained herself from shrugging off the woman's help. Maybe it was because of her healing her, but she knew that wasn't the entire reason. The warm feeling was flowing underneath her skin, going right down to the bone. The urge to claw the woman off and beat her half to death with her ax was nearly overwhelming, but she knew that would only make things worse for her. So she let the medic, Ami Nodokai as she introduced herself as, continue her 'helping touch'.

She asked for her own name in response for her introduction. Fat chance of that happening. Kira only raised a red eyebrow in return, leaving them with an air of discomfort. Whatever. She could have made some hand gestures to let the woman know she was yapping up the wrong tree, but she continued before she could muster up the care to do so. And the other woman, who she barely noticed, in spite of the fact that she help her to the cot as well, laid her down gently, taking care not to upset her injuries. How sweet of them. It was starting to make her sick.

The Ami chick started explaining her injuries to her. There was nothing life threatening, only enough to drop her out of a fight, which was almost as bad. She rolled up her sleeves as she started to get to work with her job. Kira might not know the details of the healing magic known as 'Kaido', but she was pretty sure that rolling up your sleeves was pretty pointless, but she didn't know. Magic was a load of horse s#%t anyway. Nothing but cheating in her mind. Fire balls, summoning monsters, meteors, all that was for those too weak to put up a real fight. Then again, magic was helping her recover, leaving her with conflicting emotions.

And now the weird tingling feeling was all over. It was like being touched by hundreds of tiny baby hands, rubbing your skin, muscles, and bones. Kira was clenching her fists in an attempt not to strike the women giving her aid. Kira couldn't, however, keep herself from squirming about in attempt to shake off the feeling. No dice, although she did start to feel some pain if she moved in a certain way, giving her something else to focus on. The pain was something she was familiar with, having dealt with the pain from fighting ever day in the ninety eighth district.

.....And then the silent b$#ch made some weird lookin energy ball. She pressed the ball into the musician's body, which was almost mistaken for an attack, before remembering where she was. And then all her pains were gone. Forcing her to realize the baby hands feeling all over again. Luckily, Ami finished after the pain was removed, giving her the sweet feeling of nothingness. She sat up in the cot, well and ready to flee from this place. Sadly, they weren't done, and then they started talking more, and more, and SHE DIDN'T CARE.

She didn't need an explanation, she just wanted results. Unlucky for her, the yappy woman wouldn't let Kira ignore her, looking her dead in the eye as they were about to do.... whatever. They said some gibberish counting before they....... Kira's eyes shot open as they shoved her joint back in place. It hurt. A lot. And not in the fun way. They crack that it made was able to be heard all over the tent. If she wasn't so used to pain, she might have screamed out from it. She settled for shooting the women a dirty glare and rubbing the shoulder.

After that they started grilling her for details about herself, or at least that's how she felt. Annoying, but they fixed her up, so she'd at least give them the courtesy. She gave the woman a nod, agreeing with her speculation. She was sitting next to her, looking shorter in comparison. The other woman, Kamiko as she now knew, was mute, letting her know why she didn't explain what she was doing like the other was so insistent on doing. The mute medic looked frustrated fr some reason, palming her face at her friend's bluntness maybe? Who cared, a question was a question, the blunter the better.

She started finishing up with Kira, finally giving her the hope that she could run back out there, giving her one more shot at clobbering the green haired chick. Then some freaky-lookin dude walks in with his buddy, eyeing her. He wasn't looking at her like a piece of meat, per say, but he was definitely looking at her like she wasn't on par with himself. Like a test subject. And then HE started talking.... great, did she have to be 'friendly' with this dude too?! She was starting to lose interest in this crap.

He was missing an arm, which confused her. If he was a medic, couldn't he git that healed? Maybe he liked having one arm, though she couldn't fathom why. Maybe it was to get that handicapped parking space for the cars that they didn't have or need. She silently groaned as the man and Ami started arguing. Kira had a dull look in her eyes, mostly zoning out, waiting for the okay to leave, ignoring the man's offer to get her voice 'back'. She could hear lightning being shot outside, leaving her feeling giddy, wanting nothing more than to fight them both.

Then she hear thunder, and looked around wildly in surprise. Turns out that she only smacked the back of his head. Ah love. She turned to Kamiko with a questioning glance, nudging her to get her attention if needed. She pointed to the two of them, and made a hole with her thumb and index finger. She then proceeded to move her other index finger through the hole, wondering if the two of them were a thing or not. She stopped as the only vocal woman, though she certainly picked up the slack in the talking department for both her and Kamiko, and Kira misinterpreted that as her say she was free.

A huge, bright, and twisted smile spread across her face, as if a parent said their kid could indeed have those things that the kid wouldn't shut the f&%k up about getting. She nearly sprinted out of the tent there, but then the sorry s^#t started taunting her, making her eye twitch in annoyance. He started offering her a deal.... And started to sing? Whatever, she could match his madness. Picking her guitar up, she started strumming away, somehow managing to make even THIS GUY, with his crackly, out of tune voice sound somewhat presentable.

After that few seconds of music, she swiped the green whatever just to shut him up. She tapped her vein, showing that she knew how to use a needle, and injected it without a second thought, mostly because the first thought hadn't formed yet. She didn't care, she had taken harder stuff than whatever this guy could have given her, and was confident that she could still fight somewhat decently regardless of the drug. And then everything started glowing, consuming her with light. Annoyance trumped whatever panic she should be feeling, as her body started.... changing.

She felt.... strong. No, more than strong, she felt like she could crush a keg with a flick of her fingers, like she could bench a sixteen wheeler truck! She opened and closed her fingers, staring down at them in wonder, eyes wide in amazement. Then she started smiling. It was disturbing how happy she looked. Her mind wasn't much better. All of her thoughts consisted of ways that she was going to beat down everyone in her way. Her head snapped up to the man, Miko, she thought she remembered. She moved and grabbed him roughly, pulling him close.

The woman held up the shorter man by the shirt.... robes? Whatever, she was holding him up by them with one hand, and holding his head with her other. Kira was not a wholesome girl, far from it. She once killed a man by tearing his tongue out of his mouth with her teeth. She wasn't afraid to get a little more than personal with people. That's why she gave the man a kiss for her powerboost that she got just now. For five seconds. Then she pulled back her left finger, the one holding him up, and flicked him dead center in the chest.

Moka, or something, she hadn't been paying attention, would fly back. She hadn't used all of her newfound strength, using his to test her power. She put maybe a third of her strength behind it? Oh well, they were medics, he'd live. Kira sprinted out of the tent, with her guitar back in hand, causing tremors each time her foot collided with the ground. As far as she knew, this boost was permanent, and she was eager to put it to the test. She started playing some notes from the song that the miracle man had been singing, fingering the strings with inhuman speed.

"HEAHAHAHAHAaheAhaEAhaAHeAhEHaA!"

Kira leaped into the air, still playing the notes, high above where the two of them were playing. She then, using sheer strength alone, spun herself around with her one leg. She turned three times mid air, before she kicked down, and like a cannon, she shot down. In a moment, she would collide with the earth, creating a massive crater in the dirt. A shock wave would follow, blasting everyone with a massive gust of wind, possibly knocking down the weaker members of the crowd and the tent.

She would slowly walk out of the pit she just made, milking it for the audience. She was a performer at heart after all. She would see the two women, both of her opponents, not caring about Yetsuna's two verses her, and grinned maliciously. Winding her guitar back, she swung it like a fan, creating a gust of wind, attempting to send them both flying, and also batting away any kido that either girl might send her way. She wasn't going to be taken out so soon, she needed to test out this new strength, AND THIS WAS THE PERFECT WAY TO DO IT!

Ooc: Augmented stats

Strength: (400x150%) 1000
Speed: (400x.5) 200
Spiritual Pressure: (50x.5) 25
Reiatsu Strength: (20x.5) 10
Instinct:210
Senses:(100x.5)50
Energy sensory:0
Healing Expertise:0

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna's counter attack on both fronts went off about as easily as she would have expected. Her elbow first contacted the back of the busty red head and sent her into the ground hard while the other red head found Yetsuna's sheathed blade contacting her right shoulder. The former would attempt to pull herself out of the dirt to no avail, it seemed the shirtless shinigami had indeed managed to break a few ribs. She tapped the ground a few times and a gang of medics came to grab her and drag her over to the medical staff.

The latter, despite Yetsuna's best guess, actually proved to be more resilient than she would have wagered. Senshi regathered herself after a few moments and began to chant something. The green haired shinigami was no spell caster, but she knew a kido incantation when she heard one, they had a distinct sound to them, bother grammatically and content wise. It also helped that the reaitsu spike the girl gave off made her intentions clear from a mile away.

Trying to use a vocally cast full incantation kido against someone who was stronger and faster wasn't exactly on the list of smart choices she could have made at that moment. Casting a kido like she was left her unneededly vulnerable, if she instead had just done a normal quick cast kido not only did she at least have a chance of catch Yetsuna off guard, but she wouldn't be leaving herself exposed. It was time for her to get her lesson.

Before she had even got four words out Yetsuna would Shunpo again, not at full speed, but fast enough where the girl wasn't going to be able to react to her. She would disappear from the girl's vision only to reappear less then a foot from in front of her, her left arm mid swing to make contact with her solar plexus. There was little to no chance the girl would be able to react to her and as a result Yetsuna's fist was going to make contact with it's target.

As far as places to get hit Yetsuna knew the solar plexus was a fairly brutal spot, even small amount of force there tended to hurt like hell. Because of this the green haired woman held back a fair amount of her strength, she was looking to bruise her up a bit, not kill her. Regardless of this the strike would more than likely knock the wind out of the red head for a few moments, possibly even make her drop to her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

As Senshi would try to regain her breath Yetsuna would address her like a teacher addressing a student, though with a touch more playfulness, "Generally not a smart idea to use vocal incantations in fast pace combat." As she spoke she took a few steps back to give the girl some room to recover and also lifted her blade to her bare shoulder once more. She relaxed her guard slightly fairly sure the girl was gonna be out of combat for at least a few minutes, but this girl was showing some impressive stamina for a young shinigami.

As the girl recovered Yetsuna let her eyes wander over towards the medical tent to see how Kira was doing. It seemed that the medics had finished up with her and she was about to come charging back in for another round when one of the medics stopped her and started to do some weird song and dance. She actually wasn't 100% sure at the distance she was at, but she had a feeling she had actually met that medic in the past.

She put her attention back to the red head in front of her in case she decided to try and pull some sneaky move. The green haired girl didn't know her, but her gut told her she was the type to try and pull some shady moves in combat if it meant she could win. Whatever would happen between the two of of the next minute until Kira made her entrance would happen. Then she heard the sound of a guitar ring out.

The guitar would catch her attention and likely pull her away from what she was doing. As she turned to face the obvious source of the sound she would Kira leaping through the air. The leap wasn't a normal one though, it wasn't some graceful jump to cover a distance or obstacle, no it looked more like a train jump. It looked like the kind of jump that the Hulk did in the movies. And then there was the impact crater.

Upon land Kira left a fairly sizable impact crater beneath her and that gave Yetsuna some mixed feelings. She knew something was up, but she didn't know what and she didn't like that, but at the same time she smelled a challenge, and she liked challenges. The green haired shinigami was about to speak when the busty red head swung her guitar through the air and caused a shock wave to be sent towards them.

Yetsuna has just enough time to brace before it hit, she manged to stay on her feet, but the wind sent her sliding back a good few yards. Something happened to the girls strength between her ribs getting broken and now though what it was she didn't know. The green haired woman didn't know the extent of the girls new found power and in a normal fight this is when she would have taken out her release, but she decided to delay that impulse.

In a normal fight were her life was on the life she wouldn't have even thought twice about using her release, but this was (supposed to be) a sparring match. Damage was going to be done, that's a given, but no one should be out to kill each other, even her own division wasn't that savage. That said, if the girls strength proved too much for her to handle she wouldn't hesitate to don her armor. If Kira got to do something to enhance her performance it's only fair that she did too.

Having quickly planned out her next few moves mental she stood back up to her full height and adjusted her chest wraps which had shifted slightly with the mini gale the red head had thrown at her. "Those guys at the medical tent seem to know what they're doing, I'd almost say that you're better than ever based on that entrance you just made," she said in a playful and sarcastically coy voice, "I'm guessing you want another round?"

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Senshi had made a mistake...a big mistake. She had hoped she could chant the Kido fast enough so that she wouldn't be attacked by Yetsuna. Perhaps Senshi should have thought this through better. However, with a dislocated shoulder and pain surging through her body, it wasn't the easiest time to think clearly. Struck right in the solar plexus, she had lost her ability to breath. Falling to her knees, she had gagged and tried to breath. It had been extremely painful, and Senshi began to wonder if Yetsuna had known her own strength.

The woman in front of her was stronger than anyone she had ever fought in an actual spar. She certainly made sure that brutality would be her goal. Senshi would be coughing hard as she held her throat trying to find a way to gain sweet oxygen into her body. Yetsuna had come to the Shinigami as she lectured her about how using chants of Kido within fast paced combat wasn't wise. She knew that to some extent, but she didn't really think it through. At least now she had learned a valuable lesson. This woman was stronger than she was letting on. Senshi had known this.

Using her battle analysis skill, she had noticed Yetsuna had not been releasing full force, and also had seemed like she was trying to hold back. It wasn't exactly the hardest thing to see. As the Shinigami coughed and sputtered, she had slowly tried to stand on her feet with support from her good arm. She didn't know what Yetsuna was trying to look at, but within a moment...she fell facedown. She was too tired and drained. It seemed Senshi was down for the count, at least until a guitar string had strummed.

Senshi hadn't seen exactly what had happened when there was a giant sound of a crashing, but all the Shinigami including the audience began to retreat to safety. As Kira had then swung her guitar creating a powerful shockwave, Senshi of course was caught in the blast radius and thus sent flying. The girl's dislocated shoulder had further been displaced, but even more so when she would crash to the ground in a heap. A loud and shrill cry of pain had sounded as now Senshi's arm was bent in the wrong direction. Her arm was twisted in a way that did not look natural.

Hyperventilating, the redheaded Shinigami had seen her bone had been sticking out of her arm, and thus her eyes rolled backwards into her head. Falling backwards, the crimson headed reaper had fallen unconscious from shock as blood would begin to pool under her. It seemed the other two were too busy with their battle of fun as Senshi had been bleeding out. Hopefully the medics could retrieve her. Her black Shinigami robes would begin to turn reddish black as any other injuries she might have were unknown.

Assuming she had been taken by the medics and stripped of her large robes for better treatment, Senshi Odayakama had been wearing a Turquoise bra with an ample double C cup. She would have a slim and curvaceous body along with two scars on herself. One would be a scar than runs from her elbow close to her wrist. Her second would be one that runs from the center that goes downwards. The bones in her arms had been shattered to pieces as they had been all sticking out from her skin. In fact, some of that may have fallen on the dirt as they were carrying her. Senshi was royally screwed.

[Mika]

With blinding light searing through each of their eyes, all but Mika turned away. Each of the medics thrown into confusion over the sudden commotion. Realizing all too late that their strange friend’s antis weren’t just a typical bout of spontaneity or enthusiasm. The crazy son of a bitch had actually been up to something. Ami had failed to stop it. Now, with much of the surrounding spectators turning their eyes to the lightshow…”Oh please oh please...don’t blow up!” Oh, but she wasn’t going to. No. The treatment had been an unparalleled success. The young woman rising back to her feet with an unbridled sense of self satisfaction.

While physical might wasn’t the sort of thing others could readily feel, it was still clear how much stronger she was. An aura was burning around her. Something in her attitude and demeanor. Something in the way the ground shivered with every tiny shift of her body or feet. As if it were fighting back to not be pushed and crushed by her every whim. When the light finally subsided, it proved a great relief to Mika to see that his patient appeared healthy. No bleeding. No loss of hair. No discoloration or unexpected growths. Despite the fact she looked undeniably stronger, she was still Kira from head to toe. Only when she flexed her muscles was there any true change. Every tendon and sinew of her body seemed heightened and accentuated. The veins just beneath her skin bumped with steady power. The fibrous tissues seemed like hardened steel placed just beneath her pale skin. What a success!

Even though the young woman had made her irritation for questions quite clear. The way she stared hateful glances and rolled her eyes at every inquiry and niceity shown to her. Kira was once more assaulted with words, ”How do you feel? Do you feel strong?! Describe your every sens-SHIT! You can’t talk!” reaching up to grip his hair in frustration, Mika’s teeth grinding through his every word. ”Damn it, I didn’t think his through!” As if asking for it, ”You don’t say, you foolish...stu...IDIOT! That...stuff, could have killed her! What did she take? What did you do to her?!” Turning to face Ami while Kira examined her newfound condition; Mika wore his most triumphant smile.

”Nothing more than a supplement. What you see here is all her.” this answer didn’t please Ami at all, who tried to approach Kira. Tried to get her to sit back down. To take things easy, until they could figure out what Mika’s vitamin did. To reverse its effects, ’Ma’am, you need to lay back down. We need to purge your syste-” By the time Ami spoke. By the time Mika turned back to face his creation. Kira’s hand had already taken hold of his body suit. The swimsuit peeling up from his chest as her fingers curled into the material. She hoisted him up with ease. The ease of it shocking to each of them. Even Ami, who was all too familiar with feats of great strength. No matter his weight, it was inconsequential to her new strength.

Mika could tell by how light he felt...that he was nothing to her. The revelation filled him with equal parts pride and dread. Looking into her eyes. The iris shining with the stoked vigor of her new power. Mika was terrified of her, ”Wh-what? What is wrong?” His hand shooting to her own. Trying to pry the the fingers off of him. His meager strength, by comparison, utterly useless. He would have found it easier to bend open the metal bars of a jail cell...than to pry open the lock on the prison of her grip. His terror only grew worse, ”Put me down!” Kira’s second hand raising up to the back of his head. Mika fidgeting and wiggling as best he could to dodge. All of his body freezing when her second grip threatened to pop his head off like a flower petal. Eyes widening with utter horror as she drew closer to him. ”Let me g-no. No no no n~”

She…

She…

K-kissed him?!

”Holy shit…” Tan stared in disbelief. Kamiko joined him, but in total silence. Ami, well, ke...kehahahahahahahah! The older woman had tried to cover her mouth. She really did try to hold back, but it simply couldn’t be contained. Standing as close as she was; Ami got to see Mika’s confused, and quite honestly, disturbed face. It was priceless! The worst possible face a kisser could make, too. Yeah Kira had caught his lips, but the little weirdo was stuck in an expression that made it look like he was about to die of fright. Hell. Mika wasn't moving much. He might just have been dead. Tan and Ami had know the fellow for much longer than Kamiko. So both of them knew that this was, without a doubt, Mika’s first kiss. Ever. Shit, Tan eye’d one of the vials that Mika had used on Kira. Considering if it would pay off as well for him to offer it to Yetsuna.

”Kamiko, pass me one of those.” Though they didn’t have evidence of it...this was probably the closest Mika had ever been to a person that wasn’t being treated. Knowing how distant Mika could be with others. How much he hated the idea of being touched by anyone else. Both of them knew this was going to be a huuuuuge deal for their counterpart. Ami was just lucky enough to be where she could see his face go aghast at the happening. ”Well, that didn’t go your way.” Hand still covering her mouth. Trying to keep back more laughs. ”Ok ma’am. Please drop him and lay back down. We need to treat you, and possibly Mika too~”

Oh, she thinks she is being cute. Fortunately for her, Kira wasn’t going to let Mika stick around to get revenge for any of this! Freeing his head and putting her second hand to his chest as well; the beast of a woman gave what she thought was a harmless flick. Too bad she was still becoming acquainted with just how freakishly strong she had become. The flick causing everyone in the tent a sudden start. A terrible gust tore through the upright canvas. With it went a shadow, and the limp body of their eccentric friend. The painted medic hurtling from their camp with great speed and force. Flying out into the arena where Yetsuna was giving her younger opponent some tutelage. Mika’s flimsy body flying.

Crashing right through the battlefield. Scrapping a nice long line through the dirt as he rolled. Mika flew right between Yetsuna and Senshi. Arriving just before kira’ guitar string announcement. Perhaps the two would have noticed his tumbling body interrupting their little moment? Had it not been for that noisy-ass, mute-face...woooo, I can’t believe she kissed Mika. Like...shit is about to get so fucking real it requires some broke ass 4th walls to properly convey. The young man’s body, turned ragdoll, went sailing on. Past the pair. Into the crowd of Squadies that were still brave enough to stick around this quickly getting out of control training sesh. Colliding into a few of them who failed to get out of the way in time. Finally allowing him to come to a stop. Though, hilariously, as soon as he got his consciousness back.

Snapping to with a deep, painful heave, Ac-aauuuuuh! kuhkuhkuhk-”Fu…” Kira’s soundwave came crashing over him! Throwing Mika and the rest of the fellow Shinigami about him to the ground once more. ”G...GAH!” Soon after, a new visitor was to arrive. Coming rolling in almost exactly as Mika had just the second before. Her body tumbling in a much less flattering way. The little Senshi rolled right into the group of spectators that had slowed Mika before. Crashing into them with the exact same gusto. Only this time, Mika was there to add to the cushion of the landing. Hating that fact to his core. For even if Senshi weighed as little as she appeared to, it was till someone’s body all up in his space. Mika had enough of that shit for today. ”Th-that bitc...get off! All of you. Get off of me!” The pile of observers disassembling long before Mika started bitching at them. "Quit with the yelling, ass!" Mika ignored this. He was far too busy just trying to sit up straight. With only the one arm to help him lift himself off the ground, it was difficult. Made even more so by the fact that something still weighed him down.

Even after all the other members crawled back to their feet. ”Hey! I think she’s bleeding!” A new voice called out. The mention of blood drawing Mika’s eyes and interest. ”Shit, she is bleeding. We have to get her some help.” Another voice spoke, this one hovering over Mika. Getting him to finally take note of the red head girl that crashed into him. Who laid across his pinned legs. Bleeding out all over his swimsuit. ”Get help. Someon-hey! Go get hel-” The fellow called to distant crowds before, ”She is fine.” Rolling himself over, dragging his feet out from under her. ”I’m her doctor.” Mika rolled to sit up by Senshi’s side. Carefully examining where the stains of blood had grown darkest. A serious expression taking over his previous aggravation. Once he realized a life was actually at risk. Pushing back his momentary thoughts of frustration and discomfort.

The childish mannerisms fading away, as the professional took over in this time of need…

The other men and women who surrounded them started to gather round. Like always, eager to see the damage that had been dealt to the corpse. Unfortunately, they would be disappointed this time. For Mika was quick to take away whatever might be interesting enough to see. The misshapen arm. Turned the wrong way with a few bones jutting from the soft skin. The bruises that began to form at the points of impact. The cuts that oozed fresh blood. The scars that remained from the past times this young woman had survived similar misfortunes. All of these things...turning quickly to memories. ”Must be Squad 4.” One spoke up, as a green light erupted from the core of the crowd. Exploding from Mika’s one hand. Like the corona of a dawning sun. Covering everyone around them in the pleasing glow. Making them all feel...a little better. None so much as Senshi, though. Who would get the full effect of the radiating energy. Being forced out of her unconscious state. A sharp pain shooting through her body, as Mika’s hand pinched the ever-loving-heck out of her cheek.

The shock of the sudden torture a tried and true method of getting stabilized patients to respond. That would be Senshi. Having passed out from mere shock, and being a Shinigami, meant she could endure a great deal...and bounce back quickly. Mika more than expected her to wake abruptly. Probably rather irate at him for the pain in her reddened cheek. Though she would have nothing else to complain about. For his hand still glowed with the healing burst he created. Her limbs returned to their proper structure and positions. Every unnatural incision now resealed. Every hematoma that dared to discolor her pale skin, reabsorbed by her body. Everything except for her breath had been restored. She’d actually need to get ahold of herself and her breathing on her own. Mika was willing to stare down at her with judgmental eyes, but he wasn’t about to help her get over being a wuss.

”As a Shinigami…”, his high pitched voice scratching at her ears, ”You will need to get used to seeing bodies ripped and broken apart.”

Brown eyes shooting up and down her one last time to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. ”We don’t use our swords to cut grass.” Making a joke about the double meaning of the word “reaper”; Mika began slipping back into his usual mindset. Until a tremor within the earth threw him back into it. Kira’s landing out in the battlefield causing as much of a stir up as her solo. Getting at least one audience member’s undivided attention. Remembering the feeling of someone’s lips on his own...a disturbed shiver ran down Mika’s spine. Looking back down to where she sat, gathering her own thoughts. Seeing the case of syringes from before. Hinges busted. Broken into two pieces. Laying on the ground beside Senshi, with one intact vial still inside of it. ”Hey…” Snapping his fingers to get Senshi’s eyes back on himself.

”Do you know how to play the drums?”...a noticeable pause of confusion, ”Cause I need you to beat someone’s head in.”

The training grounds had become quite a wreck. As if it wasn’t bad enough that hundreds of Shinigami were tossing and rolling each other around in the dirt all morning...now they were starting to get vicious. Between the lightning carved scars. The deep craters from impacts. The long ass skid mark from an unsuccessful rocket launch that went horizontal from the get go…”Mika! Where did he land?!” Ami stared out across the great distance their squadmate had travelled. Unable to make him out in crowd. Tan, however, had no trouble pointing out the exact crowd where the weirdo had ended up. ”He’s fine. He’s right there. In that little group.” Ami squinted, trying to make out what Tan’s much better eyes had discerned. ”Where, I can’t se...oh.”

The both of them watching as the green colored aurora bloomed into life behind a line of black robes. ”Ok. He is fine. But what about her?” Not too surprisingly, Ami was not referring to Senshi or her various injuries. The medic couldn’t even see the smaller girl with all of the others, and Mika, in the way. No. She was referring to Kira. Pointing the guitarist out rather redundantly, as Tan was well aware of her concerns. ”I don’t know what he did to her, exactly. But I know her aura is a fire right now. Burning hot and fast.” Ami looked to Tan, picking up on his vibe of concern. Immediately turning on her take-charge face. ”Alright. We are putting a stop to this then.” Taking a few determined steps onto onto the battlefield before Tan ran out to try and catch her. ”Ami. You can’t just tell them to stop. They might not even listen...especially-”, his eyes shooting to Kira. Ami following his eyes back to the concern, ”We need to get Mika. Then find out how to undo what he did.” Tan agreed, but they would need time. Time to think. Time to work. Hell, time to…

”Breathe, Ikiki.”

Though many would not hear the words, a great number would notice the effect. It doesn’t take much spiritual sensitivity to recognize a Shikai’s activation. It is the sort of thing everyone just feels in the air. For those looking for something much more substantial, they would find the far side of the battlefield coated in a thick, green haze. A bubble made of unknown, foggy substance that stretched dozens of meters in every direction from its epicenter. Sprouting up into existence around the one armed man...who strolled right onto the field. ”EVERYONE STEP BACK!”, yelling from the sidelines was Tan. Waving his arms madly at everyone who wasn’t on the medic’s side of the training grounds. Desperate to get the word out that people should retreat from the spectacle. Gritting her teeth and watching the air-like shikai expand into full body, ”I am going to kill him. Tan, you and Kamiko get a message to the rest of the Division. I’ll get that idiot.” nodding his head as Ami walked towards Mika and the rest, turning to Kamiko with newfound authority.

”Do it, Kamiko.”

Without a word the young girl had already taken a kneeling position by the edge of the combat zone. Without an incantation, throwing her hands onto the soil. From them an eruption of light. Beams of orangish yellow. Soon the beams shot out through the dirt. Tearing it a bit as they trailed to the left and right of the source. Soon the beams multiplied. New ones carved a path towards the center of the battlefield; while two others shot straight upwards into the sky. Pretty soon it would become clear what these beams were. They were drawing the edges of a massive box around the combatants. Soon forming into massive walls formed of reishi. A powerful Kido that built what looked to be a shrine of light around the training grounds. Trapping all of the participants inside. More importantly, stopping that new accumulation of green smoke from reaching the spectators.

Mika wasn’t looking too happy. Several things had not really gone his way recently. It made sense, considering how scuffed up and dirty he had become. His chest still hurt like hell, despite the fact he treated the hemorrhaging. None of his body paint was scraped off, though. So that was pretty lucky. But there was still the matter of the kiss. Mika was not ok with that sort of intimacy. It made him feel...well, I’m going to use the word icky. It might not be official, but it fits. Being rather immature at times, feelings of discomfort or awkwardness almost always translated into rage for him. Kinda like what was happening now. Kinda like what was about to be happening all over the place. With the shrine of light forming overhead; Mika knew he was trapped in here until the “team” saw conditions return to being “safe”. Oh man. That wasn’t going to be any time soon. If his Shikai had a talent, it was collateral damage. So yeah, you could say he day was turning puuuureeetty sour. But you know what was going to make it better?

”Nikuno Negai.”

Reaching up with his one hand, holding the open palm high in the air above his head. The green cloud about him seeming to wiggle and churn. Ripples turning to waves in the expansive mass. Till soon they reached the edge and then bounced back upon themselves. Soon. Coalescing together. Forming, in the quickness of a breath, a massive orb of darkened green. The orb being quite imperfect in form. Rather oblong and with slight, indented curvature. To anyone unfamiliar with Mika’s foolery, the best possible description for this things shape...would be a snot-colored jelly bean. Only tremendous in proportions. About 8 meters in length, and half that in length. Covered with long, thin protrusions. They almost looked like the thorny spines of a chestnut. Most importantly, they were just thin enough to seem like...sword grips, to the average Shinigami hand.

These formations stretched out all over the creation. Adding more character to the shadow that the hovering mass created on the open arena. Casting this same shade(lol) over the two girls. The heft of the formation soon taking hold as it consolidated itself. Gravity taking its due. Sending it plummeting down onto the battlefield with all the weight he carried. Several tons of force crashing down halfway between Mika and the duo. Not having quite the same strength as Kira’s landing, but well…what did. Upon impact the giant jellybean would show that it had at least some flexibility. Rather than landing steady like a rock. Bending and soaking up much of the force. From within came the familiar, sloshing sounds of liquid. As well as the booming sound of echoes inside a semi-hollow structure. Whatever this thing was, it was fleshy and full. Its coloration growing darker and darker as it cooked in the midday sun.

From its base the pair would see Mika, emerging from the dust. Grinning rather pleased as the dirt he kicked up began to settle. Revealing that he would not be standing alone. By his side, making him look considerably taller...the young red head. Emerging through the smoke screen in a glow of shining reishi. A sight that should be quite familiar to everyone but Kira. Given that she was the only one forced to watch this sort of transformation from the inside. Now she could see exactly what had happened to her. ”I’ve decided to take a more active role in my experiment. There are new variables to work out.” Staring more specifically at the woman who humiliated him. Walking towards the two, his green haze rolling right along with him. Cascading over the jelly bean and its many barbs. The cloud that enveloped him and everything else within 8 meters of him in its fumes.

Given the great size of their coloseum, meant only Senshi was exposed so far. Though the way he marched towards the rest of them, that was certainly something he was trying to change. Unlike the other participants, this guy didn’t seem interested in getting anywhere in a hurry. Believing there to be no rush. That nothing was going to stop him from getting where he wanted. Waiting to see how the others might react as he walked. Not sure what to expect, and therefore, leaving himself open for all kinds of surprises. That said...if no one took the initiative on him before he made it past his gargantuan jelly bean; Mika would tilt his head back. Breath deep. And sneeze! Loudly. The kind that produced a full body spasm.

Throwing his head forward once more to produce a stream of barely liquid mucus! Like a bucket's worth had been slung at them with significant force. The produced bodily fluid was clearly the result of something more than his own anatomy. Given that his Zanpakuto was active...well say this mystery can be fairly easy to solve. The stream would fly at the ladies former position. Speeding as quickly as the contents of a normal sneeze would. Splashing on whatever dare to remain in its way. Covering them and the area around them in the snotty, viscous substance. Something that seemed far more gross than harmless. Here is hoping they got away with getting dirty!

For only a second would pass before the mucus started to glow. Its mass emitting an annoying, but not blinding light. It seemed to be brimming with energy! But not its own. Only those with acute energy sensitivity and analytical skill would understand the process. The mucus was absorbing latent reishi from the world around it. Drinking it in from the rich supplies in the air and ground. Becoming unstable in the ways that Failures and Shinigami with blocked reiatsu vents do. Cooking fast before popping dangerously like a reishi balloon. Oh. Oh my. You wouldn't want any of that in you hair. Or on your skin or clothes. So hopefully they would dodge...Mika's real hope being that they were both on the move. Right in time for a primed Senshi to go off.

But hell! Who is to say Yetsuna or Kira would stay or run? Who knows if they would even give him the chance to clear the distance of his jelly bean? Lets see what the girls can...and are willing to do. Now that the doctor is in.

Shikai - 1/10

Remaining Reiatsu - 2500/3000

-500 Nikuno Negai, the big ol’ jelly bean
-100 cellular repurpose, the "snot" blast(pending)

(OoC: Senshi has received the same boost as Kira. Same stipulations as well. Also. Mika is actually joining the fight. A consequence of two facts. Kissing is gross, and there is no such thing as a Cootie Vaccine. Yet…)

[Kira]

He body was like a fire, burning hot and fast. She felt all powerful at the moment, like she could simply walk through anything he pleased. And that was exactly what she intended to do. She didn't care that her skin was starting to burn and tingle for whatever reason, heck, she barely even noticed that! Kira's entire being felt ALIVE! Every muscle was flowing... no, was a torrent of power! Like an ocean was just pumping through her! Her bones were creaking from the raw power, not having any time to adjust to it.

And most important of all, she was the center of attention once again. Truly, she felt on top of the world. The green haired b*$ch thought that she could simply strip her way to the top!? HA! Not while she was around, and Kira wasn't going anywhere for a good long time!And how kind of Yetsuna not to run away from her newfound strength. She'd make a true fan out of her yet, whether she had to pound it into her of not. Kira's smile was feral, glad for this chance, showing the past behind her, gleefully ignoring how she got her strength in the first place.

She raised her ax to the sky for a moment, holding a pose before the storm of metal about to take place. Then she brought down the ax to the earth, like a hammer to an anvil. She created another massive gust of wind, sending out to her fellow squad member. The ground wasn't safe from her power, as the violent berserker kicked up the earth, sending chunks of dirt and rock towards the woman. She wanted to scar the earth with this fight, to have everyone remembered what happened this day, and if she had her way, that's exactly what would happen.

Kira noticed the barrier appear around the area that they were fighting in. She nodded to herself in agreement. It wouldn't do if her fans died in the crossfire. Who else would buy her cd's? That did raise the question of who exactly created the walls, but that wasn't even close to an issue for the woman. All she wanted to do was create some chaos, to push the fighting further and further! She was so consumed with her inner monologuing, that she barely noticed when the area around her got dark.

Looking up, she saw two things. First, was that the energy field didn't have a roof. The second was some green, ugly.... thing above her. Falling. At her and maybe Yetsuna. But did this deter Kira? No, this was nothing in her mind. All she saw was another thing to break, and she'd do that with glee! Pulling back her instrument of destruction, she crouched before shooting up towards the snot-bean. She swung early, but whether that was intentional was unknown, but the end result would be the same. The pressure behind the attack would let loose a blast of air just as insane as before.

She didn't care about the why anymore, only caring about what's next. Why is there a giant jellybean? Who cares, but it's going down like the rest. She loved this raw power so much, creating vacuums of air from the swing of her fist or guitar, able to send hurricanes with such a simple motion. It was beautiful. To her, and just about any fan of metal, this power would be used to its fullest. Now all she needed was an amp strong enough to not explode from the force behind each string from now on. Speaking of, she started strumming a dark tune mid air, should the bean explode away like she was hoping, showboating like her pride demanded.

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[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

The crimson Shinigami was healed of all of her external wounds, and as she woke up, her eyesight was blurry. She stood feeling...generally the same although in reality, her spiritual pressure and reiatsu strength to the maximum potential. She had rubbed her head as she wasn't aware of what was going on. Everything was crazy...from the jelly bean, the destruction, and everything else. The redheaded Shinigami had stood feeling suddenly incredibly odd. She had felt her spiritual energy exert over some of the weaker beings in the area as her spiritual pressure should seem to swathe on them and Kira included.

It was then that the Shinigami had flashed at a slightly higher speed than before appearing in front of her fellow redhead. Seeing she may be slowed down a bit from the gravitational pressure a bit, Senshi had held her index finger out to her chest before blasting a bolt of electricity through her chest...then twice...and a third time. If she were to take it...she would find she was pierced right through her body.

If she were to be punched...or hit with the axe, she would feel a laceration so powerful, her tendons should be ripped to shreds. She would be incapable of holding her axe most likely, and at that point...Senshi would use her index finger to blast Kira in the kneecaps before using her index finger for Kira's skull. Senshi had an almost sadistic look on her face as a dark purple Aura was around her. "Ready to...die?" The lightning would glow ever more focused as Senshi looked as if she were in ecstacy at the suffering and destruction.

The girl seemed to be responding oddly to the medication as Senshi did get much stronger...but yet her Aura went down to maximum negative fast. Senshi would grab her chin before suddenly shoving her electrocuted fingers onto Kira's tongue causing an electrical shock...forcing her to bite down and break her teeth against her power. Then of course, the tongue of Kira had been fried well done as then Senshi had twitched. "I hate you. You may not be able to talk...but I want to hear screams...scream...scream. Scream?" The crimson Shinigami would pull her fingers out of Kira's mouth before using Shunpo to seemingly just leave. She didn't leave just the battle vicinity, but seemed to be ready to leave the training ground entirely. Why? This was an unknown question.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Talked with Kira(Soul) and he said he doesnt want/need a closing post and I dont really have much of an idea for one myself so were just going with our characters basically saying "shit got to serious I'm out,"

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[Kyomei Kuchiki]

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