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Thread Title: das Sterben
Participants: Luke, Amalia, Jyuria & Aevus
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Karakura Town
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The night was quiet and cold. It was weird that it was quiet, since this was a city and all, but maybe that was because Luke was in uptown Karakura instead of its downtown sections. Then again, it was a Tuesday night of all things. Really did explain why it was so quiet. All the normal people were tucked away in their beds most like, dreaming away whatever dreams they dreamed. Luke's last dream he could remember was him being chased through a house of old people looking like Jäger, and then he pulled a rotten lima bean out of his nipple. Whatever the living fucking hell caused Luke to have that dream he never wanted to have it again. Seriously, he woke up and just stared at a wall and rubbed his left breast to make sure there wasn't a damn hole in it for like three minutes straight.

Bouncing his head to his left shoulder to crack his neck, Luke let out a sigh as he lounged on the park bench. It wasn't a big park or anything, just a small place with a fountain, memorial to...somethin, picnic areas. Wasn't like one of those parks that had lakes and three mile hiking tours. Luke kinda wished it was though. He missed living in a smaller city sometimes. Tossing his head back to stare up at the clear and starry sky, Luke was left wondering if Aevus was running late. "No, moron, did you forget how to tell time? You're half an hour early because you wanted to get a chicken sandwich before training." Oh right, thanks Springflut. "It'll be hilarious if he pukes all over something. Really dumb eating right before training with the Broodster." Jäger decided to comment.

Ever since the fight Luke had with Lumina to uncover the name of Mūnran'nā, the Artificial Zanpakuto that Aevus had given him when they first met, the Bount and Shinigami had formed quite the interesting friendship. They'd meet each other every two weeks on the same night and just go at it. Aevus had decided to train Luke to become a better swordsmen, finding the Bount to be a, as he put it, curious one. Wasn't like Luke was complaining about it. He liked Aevus. Guy may be a brooding asshole but, deep down, Luke could tell he was a good guy. They were friends, and the sparring was fun. It gave Luke something to work forward to. Plus improving his relationship with Lumina was also on his mind, since they didn't really get along that much. Better than they used to at least! Maybe Luke was doing it for Jägers sake. The Doll seemed to have a bit of a crush on Lumina, but the Bount had never let Jäger meet the Zanpakuto Spirit in fear of being embarrassed to death.

Damn it's cold tonight. Wish I brought my sweater. Luke thought to himself, resting one leg on the others knee as he took a deep breath, exhaling a cloud of white vapor. "You mean that same shitty sweater you're always wearing?" Yeah it was his usual blood sweater. Dressed in a pair of dark colored pants, with a red shirt and grey colored vest, Luke didn't see much problem with the way he had dressed tonight. Wasn't much different than what he normally wore anyways when he met up with Aevus. Besides, he didn't want someone walking by to think he looked creepy by wearing pure grey workout clothes. Luke had to at least look moderately decent.

(Luke's outfit on the right)

Closing his eyes, Luke decided to just relax and enjoy the quiet until his friend finally showed up. He got that peace for a few moments, before he felt another ping. Opening his eyes once more, Luke turned his head to, in his perspective, the north west. He couldn't keep himself from frowning. That was the third one he'd felt now. A ping of spirit energy on the furthest reaches of his Energy Sensing radar. "I really doubt it's anything. This is friggin Karakura of all places, keke." Jäger spoke, but Luke still felt a little anxious. Yeah it was Karakura, and yeah there were a lot of spirit things here, but Luke just felt...uncomfortable. Those pings he was feeling felt like...Shinigami. But he would only feel them for a split second, gone before he realized they were there. He frowned, narrowing his eyes a little bit before deciding to just forget about it.

"Perhaps this time would be better spent going over something practical? Do you remember the forms that Aevus showed you?" Springflut chimed in. When it came to the way Aevus taught, it was as if he were teaching Luke to dance. He would show Luke the steps, but then expect him to master it in his own way. And plus, Luke had something to show Aevus. Yes mom, I got it Luke replied, but he could tell his Dolls were just as bored as he was. With a sigh Luke leaned back, deciding to close his eyes once more and try to relax. As he did so though, his mind began to wander back to a dream he had. No not the lima bean one, but instead something that was...different.

Luke remembered it vividly. He stood in a place surrounded by the dark. A light glowed a distance away. But Luke could not reach the light. A intense wind that bit at him with freezing temperatures kept pushing him back. He remembered panicking, screaming, fighting to push through and reach the light. But no matter how hard he tried he could not reach it. He remembered that when the ice forming on him began to full consume his form, before he would become a block frozen in time, there was a voice. He swore it was a voice but he couldn't make out whatever it said. He'd had that dream twice now. He was sure it meant something, it had to right? He was going to ask Aevus about it.

"So why haven't you asked Taka out yet?" Suddenly Jäger asked, shattering the mental cool that Luke had created. What?! Where the hell did that come from!? Luke demanded. If Jäger were in front of him he would have simply shrugged. "Well we both know how you look at her. Not like it's any big secret you've got a thing for her." Jäger responded, getting Luke red in the ears. "He has a point. Stop being a coward and just go ask her out. Worse she can say is no." Was this actually happening? Why was this happening? Luke didn't need to talk about relationship stuff with his friggin' DOLLS! Both of you can it. That ain't none of your business. Luke snapped back, intent on ending the conversation now.

"What about Yetsuna?" Oh for the love of fucking christ. And then it happened. Luke felt it, his Dolls felt it, and it shut them all up. It was like someone had suddenly turned on a big fucking Christmas Tree, lit the fuck on fire, and then doused it. It was instant, jarring, and got all three of their attentions. Just...what the hell was...? Luke questioned, staring off in the direct he felt that surge of power. "Your guess is as good as mine...but whatever it was it was tremendous." Springflut responded. That's an understatement." Jäger bounced back.

Luke suddenly found himself on his feet. Not just that, he was heading in the direction of that source he felt. "Wait, our bitch Master wants to walk towards the fire for once? Keke." Jäger chuckled. Luke remained quiet, holding on tightly to the sword back holding Mūnran'nā. There was every possibility that this was something dangerous, or it could have actually been something really cool he didn't know. He still had time before Aevus was showing up anyways, so he decided to head in that direction to go check out whatever the hell it was he'd just sensed. What Luke didn't know was that he, essentially, walking straight forward into the arms of the reaper itself.

x1 Artificial Zanpakuto
x1 Soul Gauge

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{Stats and Skills}

• [Weapon: Swords] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {2}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
  
  
• [Anti-Stealth] {2}
  
  
• [Charisma] {1}
  
  

Luke | Soldier

Strength - 100 - 70 Points

Speed - 200 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 300 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 200 - 300 Points

Light Aura - 90 Points

Dark Aura - 10 Points

Instinct - 150 Points

Senses - 150 Points

Energy sensory - 100 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1200 Points

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Outfit

A shadow slowly crept alongside a dimly lit park as the sound of swaying water brushed against the edges of a nearby pond. The rhythmic movement was gently pressed by a subtle breeze. The wind danced along the surface of the water as the flowers and blades of grass tilted to one side. The silky shadow seemed to move with the wind before expanding. Like thick oil, it clung to a mysterious figure as it slowly emerged from the mysterious shadow. The mass of blackness dripped off the unknown individual. Suddenly the figure stepped forward, a leg tearing itself from the shadowy cluster. A woman began to emerge as the shadows released their hold and retreated from her body.

A slender woman fully emerged as the shadows dissipated. Her outfit glistened as the street lamp gently glowed above her. She stepped forward and the Vandenreich symbol was clearly visible on her belt and the clasp securing her bellowing cloak. The light from the street lamp softly caressed her body, illuminating her face as she gazed forward into Karakura town. A sweet, but devious smile was etched into her lips as her eyes examined her surroundings. She thought of this place as lacking the sophistication she was accustomed, but it was suitable hunting grounds. It was the ideal location for preying on her favorite target: Shinigami.

As she stepped forward, her soft, radiant sin was visible by the light from above her. Her outfit caught the light perfectly and made her look even more elegant. She pursed her lips soft, pink-dyed lips as she narrowed her eyes. The reiatsu signature was unmistakable. It was a Shinigami. They couldn't help themselves and had to maintain a significant presence within Karakura Town. She stepped forward and began confidently walking in the direction of the reiatsu she had just sensed. Her hips swayed back and forth as her ankle-high boots clicked rhythmically on the pavement beneath her feet. She was pacing herself. There was no need for haste. She had time. It was yet another indication of her confidence. 

As she traversed the park, she would slide her fingers across the glass of a nearby store. She gazed at the contents in the display and thought it quaint that such a place had such fine jewelry. Apparently she appeared in just the right location, but there was no time to indulge that impulse. She had a much more appealing goal in mind. The Shinigami, despite their experience, would notice her soon enough. She was never good at hiding her spiritual pressure as it was simply far too gargantuan. It wasn't her style to conceal much from her opponent. She enjoyed boasting her power. Recently, she had found herself more bored than usual. It was time she did something about it. This seemed like the perfect place to do so. 

She casually strutted through the street, spotting a couple holding hands just before entering their home. She smiled, thinking of of young love and how she yearned for something so special. Unfortunately, much of her time was spent securing her own power and she neglected that part of her life. She had not found true, genuine love. It seemed to elude her. Most would assume she was incapable of love considering her fairly cruel and merciless attitude. She was was a hateful woman, but not devoid of love and compassion. The latter was merely infrequent. Very infrequent. 

She allowed herself to drift into thought for a moment as she walked through the city. It was possible she was thinking of companionship and more joyful things, but, in truth, she was contemplating how she would torture the Shinigami she managed to find. There weren't many nearby. Unfortunately, those silly soul reapers appeared to have promoted non-shinigami as substitute soul reapers. She couldn't fathom a scenario where someone confronted her with the badge of a soul reaper but was something else entirely. What a disappointment that would be.  She suddenly stopped and peered from her periphery. She spotted someone scaling the nearby roof.

"Simply awful..." She thought to herself. "...can't even adequately hide their reiatsu." She continued internally. They were being cautious despite their sloppy performance. Didn't want her noticing them. Likely felt it more reasonable to observe her from a distance and wait for the perfect opportunity to intervene if necessary. Unfortunately for them, her presence necessitated intervention. After all, she was here for them. She tilted her head and contemplated the situation. She wondered if, due to her past visits, they were aware that she frequently the city to hunt Shinigami. She wondered if they knew it was her and populated the city with more formidable foes. She had to doubt her own musing as the one scaling the building didn't boast frightening power at all. 

"Play around a bit or simply slaughter?" She questioned of herself softly. She tapped her mouth with her finger before sliding it across her bottom lip. She smiled and responded, "Simply slaughter." In that moment she vanished and caught the female Shinigami by the hair. She glided swiftly through the air, clutching tightly onto the mousy haired woman. She tossed her into a nearby building. It wasn't enough to send her flying through the wall, but knocked the wind out of her. She rubbed her fingers together to loosen the tufts of hair from between her fingers. "I supposed I held on more vigorously than I need to, huh?" She stated charmingly. She approached the young Shinigami as she returned to her feet. Without hesitation Amalia slammed her foot into the woman's ankle, breaking it. 

The female Shinigami let out a shrill, painful cry as she collapsed. Amalia slammed her foot into her head causing the woman to collide with a nearby dumpster. She casually approached her and knelt slightly, clutching her again by the hair. She began dragging her across the ground, but the woman slammed her fist into Amalia's back. Amalia responded with a light chuckle and pulled back her head and slammed her fist into her face. Blood spouted from the woman's face as Amalia shook the remnants of blood from her fist. "See what happens when you misbehave?" She said playfully. "I'm forced to administer more painful punishments." She again clutched the woman by the hair and began dragging her across the ground. 

She had apparently struck the woman harder than she had wanted, as she was surprisingly disoriented. She tossed grabbed the woman's sealed katana and pulled it from its sheathe. "You won't be needing that silly thing." She stated with a grin before tossing the woman into a nearby car. "I have a game we can play and I see no reason why you shouldn't participate now that you're practically defenseless." The woman abruptly repositioned her body and fired a searing red orb in Amalia's direction. Amalia halted it with her bare hand and redirected it to the side. It struck a nearby car and exploded, setting the vehicle ablaze. Pieces of the vehicle scattered, littering the street as the fire roared in the distance. It cast an ominous light upon Amalia's face as she stared at the Shinigami. 

"Hado 31 - Shakkahō." Amalia said plainly. "As if something so juvenile could even begin to bridge the gap between us and pose a serious threat." Amalia scoffed and walked toward the woman. She swiftly kicked the woman's hand and pinned it against the side of the car door. The force of the kick dislodged her wrist, causing her to howl in pain. "You're so weak...it has me feeling uncharacteristically merciful." She abruptly grabbed her by throat and tossed her through the window and into the car. Amalia sighed, turned, and began to walk away. As she proceeded to walk away the girl slowly lifted her head and looked out the window of the vehicle. It seemed Amalia had lost interest. Suddenly the car exploded in a fiery blaze, causing the area around it to erupt in flames. "That's an explosion." She muttered arrogantly. Amalia had indeed employed her version of mercy: a swift death.

Amalia enjoyed torturing her enemies, but this woman felt cheap. It didn't hold the same meaning. So, she decided to end it in much the same way the young Shinigami tried to with her. "Count yourself lucky. I was planning on plucking your limbs off like hairs from your head" She continued in a serious tone. She lifted her head and widened her eyes for but a moment. "Well, well..." An incredulous tone glossed her words. "I'm in the company of a most elusive creature. And here I thought your kind were all but exterminated." She jested. "She turned her body slightly and stared into the distance, the flames shredding the shadows. "I guess fortune has smiled upon me after all. I now get to kill something more exotic...a bount." She said with a sinister chuckle and wicked smile. 

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At some point the Bount broke out into a job. Well, wasn't really at some unknown, undeterminable, point actually. When he heard the explosion was when he shifted gears. The explosion was loud. Being loud meant that it was close. Well, either that or it was big. Rounding the corner up ahead was sure to give Luke the view he needed to try and see where the explosion was. He could have always just used airground, but Luke hadn't thought of that. But something was chewing at the back of his head. A sense of dread began building up in the young man, growing with each step forward he took. Why was he so anxious? Why was Luke's instincts screaming for him to turn around and run the other way? To go home, crawl under his bed, and hide? He'd never experienced anything like that before. He ignored it, determined to press forward and figure out just what this was.

Finally he reached the corner. Reaching out and grabbing onto the side of a barber shop, he swung himself around and came to a stop when he could look down the new road. Sure enough, he saw the burning car. Was there somebody inside it? For a second those hero instincts kicked in, but Luke paused when he saw somebody standing there. A woman. One with a amazing figure. She wore a shiny, revealing, outfit that caught the light just right. She had all the best parts on display, and had hair just like the color of those flames. But Luke wasn't staring at her ass or chest. No, he was staring right at her...because she was staring at him. And he felt...afraid.

Why couldn't he feel it before now? How come it only hit him when he looked that women dead in the eyes? Was it he not paying attention? Was his single minded focus in figuring out what that explosion had been muted his sensing capabilities? Did he blind himself from the danger? Luke had become frozen. His facial expression perfectly portrayed the emotions of shock, confusion, and even had a pinch of fear mixed into it. The woman he was looking at was captivatingly beautiful, yes, but that was not what he was fixated on at all. Maybe if he was spiritually blind he might but because the young Bount was capable of sensing energy he could...not believe what he was sensing.

He could feel it in his bones. It wasn't gravitational pressure. No, that would be like a weight all across his body. Like the air had gotten heavier, you know. He could feel his bones themselves trembling. It was hard to breath. Why, when he saw this woman, did he suddenly become so...scared? Why was she exuding such an...evil...aura? Looking at that beauty was like when he came face to face with that creature underneath Taka's club. He was remembering the fear he experienced when he saw that Bount, the possibility of what he could become, but this time there wasn't prison bars separating him. Luke suddenly felt like fresh meat tossed in front of a starving tiger.

"...ke! ....ap...t...it!"

A cold sweat broke across his body. He felt his knees trembling for a moment. Why was he so frightened? Even that Alicia woman hadn't put this much terror in Luke. Was it because he could actually feel the undeniable difference in his strength and this woman's? "....p out of it dumbass!" Suddenly Springflut's voice broke through the fear, roaring at such heights that Luke's ears actually physically hurt for a moment. The Dolls had been stunned by the woman as well, but Springflut had been the first to pull himself together. He was able to snap Jäger out of it as well. Both had been trying to get Luke's attention. "Run! Run you stupid fuck run!" Jäger shouted.

Luke felt his jaws grinding together. His hands tightened into fists. His brow furrowed like a v. "Jägers right! Run now, Luke, while you can!" Springflut added in. Luke could hear the panic hidden behind the more mature Dolls voice. He was trying to hide it, but Luke could feel it. Did they not realize it? I can't. The two were stunned. They were confused for a moment. "This...this isn't the time to oogle at some tits! You can feel it, we can feel it, if you stay here you'll.." Jäger started, but he was suddenly cut off by Luke. She's...already seen me. There's no point in running. Someone...this much stronger...she'd catch up to me. Luke confessed, keeping those brown eyes locked onto Amalia. Springflut was quiet, because he too knew that what Luke said was correct.

It was simple logic, really. Luke was a gazelle standing in front of a lion. If he ran the predator would chase, pushed forward by its natural instincts. But there was always a chance that the lion wasn't hungry. There was a chance that if Luke just didn't trigger her, he would get out of this. He just needed to stay calm. He needed to stay cool. He needed to not fuck this up. "Luke.." Jäger mumbled, followed by "Do not hesitate in this. Call upon us." Luke remained still. He couldn't hope to run from her. So, hopefully, she would simply...ignore him.

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia gazed raptly at Luke, who had just become aware of her focus. Her azure eyes examined him closely as she raised an eye brow, indicating her interest. She immediately took notice of his youthful appearance and the way he carried himself. He was an unkempt youth and didn't resonate the experience and prowess she had seen in others. Her gaze was persistent, which he would immediately take notice of, as she attempted to glean as much as possible from his outward appearance. So much could be learned from the way one carried himself. From first glance she could tell he was surprised to see her and was debating his options. 

She then adjusted her posture and took a couple steps toward him, the distance between them considerable. As she began approaching he would immediately see the flicker in her eye. She had spotted him and there was no escape. She couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. She felt herself motivated by his race and his general appeal. He was cute. The type of cute one might attribute to a friend's younger sibling. And yet, she felt oddly intrigued. She couldn't decipher which was more influential: his looks or his breed. He was, after all, a bount. They were few and far between. Very rarely sighted, especially after their near extermination by the Vandenreich. She had been personally responsible for the deaths of many bounts, more than she could count.

Nevertheless, her interest was not benign. It was very much motivated by a lust for entertainment, the variety that often leaves the other party bloody, mutilated, and near death. She entered a casual and provocative gait, placing her hands in the pockets of her outfit. It would be easily observable that she was both confident and fearless in the face of Luke's presence. She began closing the gap, but stopped leaving little over 15 feet between them. She delivered a charming grin as her lips slightly puckered. She was enjoying what she was seeing, but not for the reasons one might expect. She could sense his ambivalence and fear. He lacked the control of a seasoned fighter. He hadn't yet learned to disguise his anxiety or mask his fear. 

"I bet you're contemplating your options." She abruptly stated in a honeyed tone. "What should I do? You're asking yourself. Should I run? Would she chase me? Is escape possible?" She grinned sweetly at Luke as her eyes moved up and down his body. She never quite stopped examining him. She wanted to get the best possible read. She removed her hands from her pockets and slid them through her hair. Her hair all fell to one side, splashing over her shoulder. Luke would need to wonder if she was taking this encounter seriously or if this is how she always behaved. Her eyes flicked under the lights illuminating the streets, her gaze fixated on him. 

Tilting her head slightly, "Tell me, Bount, what are your dolls advising you to do?" Amalia reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of lipstick. She leaned toward a nearby car and used the window as a reflective surface which to assist her. She puckered her lips as she slid the surface of the lipstick across her bottom and top lip. She then pressed them together and delivered a satisfying smile to her own reflection. Still leaning toward the car, she turned her head toward Luke. "Well?" She said curiously. "What is the verdict? Are you going to try and run or will you ready yourself?" He lifted her body and stood straight. "I wouldn't advise running. I'll catch you in less than 30 seconds, so it'll have been waste of our time. Brief as it may be, I do hate having my time wasted." She smiled sweetly at Luke. "As a courtesy, I will add this. What I plan on doing to you will be far worse than what I did to her." She casually gestured to the smoldering body lying in the flaming behind in the distance. "That should be fairly obvious, of course." She continued, dangling her glowing Quincy cross from Luke to see. It was clearly a message, referencing the genocide of the Bounts by the Vandenreich. Amalia's sweet smile was certainly juxtaposed to her menacing tone and most sinister intentions.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - [160] Points -> [200] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank

Speed - [320] Points -> [400] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank

Spiritual Pressure - [400] Points -> [1600] Points from Technique Master-> [2000] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank

Reiatsu Strength - [400] Points -> [1600] Points from Technique Master -> [2000] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [160] Points -> [200] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank

Senses - [80] Points -> [100] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank

Energy sensory - [180] Points -> [225] Points from Captain Supervisor Rank

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


[Battle: Weapon - Eiku] [3]

[Battle: Pain Tolerance] [2]

[Body: Damage Recovery] [1]

[Mental: Battle Analysis] [4]

[Mental*: Technique Master] [3]

+800 quincy cross

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Shit. When did he stop breathing? He didn't even realize it until the pressure of holding his breath finally began to affect him. As Amalia began approaching him he finally exhaled that pent up breath. And as if on cue, the fear really began to hit him. It seemed he made the wrong gamble. She was talking to him, and if the situation wasn't so fucked Luke might actually appreciate the moment. This woman was something else on various levels. But in this moment? The way she looked, sounded, none of that mattered to Luke. The young Bount remained frozen as she spoke. Her comments were directed at him. It took a moment for him to realize what she was saying. She knew what he was thinking? No, it was more like she was just guessing. Maybe intuition, maybe experience, Luke didn't know how she knew.

Grinding his jaws together, Luke simply stared at her as she spoke. "Hey...hey hey hey is this for real?" Jäger questioned, as all three of them just simply watched the woman. Luke could still feel those cold beads of sweat streaking their ways down his skin. "What?" Luke finally managed to say when the Quincy turned away from her to fiddle with her makeup. How did she know he was a Bount? Having that question asked sent a cold chill through Luke's body, further developing the fear he was experiencing right now. Just who the hell was this woman? There was something...familiar...about her now that Luke was focusing on her. The energy she let off, tremendous and evil as it was, felt familiar to him. Like he'd encountered something like it before. But where?

When he saw the cross dangling before him, it all came back to him. He suddenly remembered why this woman's energy felt so familiar. He remembered that other woman, the one that attacked him in the grocery store. His breath caught in his throat when the realization came to him that both of these women were the same. Not in that they were the same person, but same in the same way that he and another Bount were the same race. This woman was just like the other one. He found his teeth grinding against one another tighter than before. Was this random chance? Or was she here because he'd escaped the other girl?

The red haired woman seemed to be waiting for an answer from Luke, taunting and teasing about what was going to happen to him. They both knew he couldn't run from her. Oh and there was a person in the burning car, let's not forget that. Luke stood quietly, those brown eyes remained locked on Amalia. Confusion, fear, and other such emotions were transparent in those eys. "Let me out! Let me out now you god damn fool! Release me! Let me fight!!" Springflut screamed, obviously not approving of simply dying without trying. "I'll slash her fucking throat out! I'll smear her shit all over her fucking face! Luke! Let. Us. OUT!" Even Jäger sounded desperate.

Then something surprising happened. Despite how fucked the situation was, a small smile drew itself across Luke's face. A chuckle escaped him, but not one that was full of joy or humor. With a sigh he returned his gaze to Amalia and said "Heh...does my luck with women suck or what?" He joked, shaking his head. It was obvious he was afraid...but he really couldn't do anything but laugh at the situation. Frowning, he looked at Amalia for a moment before deciding to play things her way. The sheath of his Zanpakuto struck the side walk, revealing the slender blade to the moonlight. A soft breeze pushed against the young Bounts hair.

"Before...we start...do you mind answering two questions?" Luke asked, remaining completely focused on that beautiful face. "You're not the first person I've met who...feels like you do. Just...who, what, are you exactly? You're not a Fullbringer or Bount. Sorry if...that question bothers you...I'm still new to all this spiritual mumbo jumbo." Luke confessed with a timid smile and shrug. "And...the last question is...why?"

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

"What?" Amalia delivered an incredulous look to his inquiry. It was clear in that moment that he was far more clueless than she had previously anticipated. As he continued, her incredulous gaze began to subside. An amused expression slowly crept along her lips. She lowered her head momentarily before glancing humorously at Luke. It appeared she was finding his disposition more amusing than concerning. She suddenly let out a soft laugh, cupping her face with her palm. Her laugh began to intensify with every second. It had become roaring laughter before she was able to reign in her beguilement. "Wow." She said with a stunned inflection. 

Amalia simply couldn't believe what she had stumbled upon. This bount was completely unaware of the spiritual world that existed around him. Surprisingly, his inexperience and ignorance was not a deterrent. This was a unique opportunity. His general naivete and simple nature portrayed him a certain way. It gave him a specific something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She contemplated his overall appearance and words. Why? She thought to herself. What a silly question. That is something a child would ask. And suddenly it dawned on her. She knew precisely what it was that he possessed. She had identified it. 

She bared her beautiful white teeth with a wicked smile. "Innocence." She said suddenly. In this situation the word held different meaning. For Amalia, Luke was new to the wars that raged between factions. He was untainted. Unspoiled. He did not embody the arrogance and entitlement of Shinigami, the audacity and hunger of Hollows, or the tenacity and indomitable spirit of such breeds as Bounts and Fullbringers. His general inexperience meant one thing: he was a blank slate. He hadn't yet adopted the convictions or attitudes of any particular group. He was truly innocent in that respect. That meant she could corrupt him. The first battle. The first true battle is the one that shapes you. It's the one that teaches you fear. Teaches you despair. 

This isn't any regular battle. It is a battle with an entity that embodies a supremely sinister aura. This is a battle with darkness, and no one ever leaves their first battle with darkness without taking just a little bit of it with them. She closed her eyes and focused on his spirit. She inhaled deeply and could sense his affiliation. Neither light nor dark. He was indeed innocent in that respect. She opened her eyes and delivered a hungry gaze. The kind an animal gives its prey. She couldn't help but smile ominously. She hadn't encountered someone like him in centuries. Someone so untouched. So unaffected by feuding dualities. She couldn't wait to corrupt him. To inflict pain on him that would tip the scale.

He was fortunate to some degree. Unlike her, when her scales were still even, she was attacked but without the means to protect herself. To fight. It undoubtedly imprinted on her soul and helped create the terrible darkness she harbored. He was, at most, a modest opponent. And yet, even with the means to fight, he was facing something more sinister than he had experienced before. Her darkness was itching to consume the light. She wanted to be the one to etch something into his soul, much the same way she had done to her. It appeared her intentions were far more wicked than previously realized. 

She exhaled, as if to indicate a modicum of irritation. "Your people were nearly driven to extinction and you don't even have the sense about you to remember such an important spiritual signature?" She said. She clicked her tongue and scoffed in disgust. "No, I am most certainly not a bount or Fullbringer." She turned abruptly and walked toward the burning vehicle. It appeared she felt so at ease that turning her back to Luke was inconsequential. Leaning down, she picked up the Zanpakuto of the woman she had killed. She examined it for a moment and looked back at Luke. "I'm a Quincy, of course. My cross should have given that much away, even if you couldn't sense that about me." She widened her eyes and pursed her lips, as if to be disappointed in Luke. 

"You really are inexperienced." She realized with mixture of incredulity and humor. "Can't even sense my identity as a Quincy. You have so much to learn. I almost feel bad for what I am about to do to you. Of course, not enough to dissuade me." She continued to examine the Zanpakuto. "I never determined what I could take from a Bount that would serve as a trophy Shinigami are easy. You just take their Zanpakuto. I had to settle for trinkets for bounts." She glanced over at Luke, taking note of the blade he had sheathed. "I see you're friendly with the Shinigami, otherwise you stole that. And based on what i'm sensing, you don't have the skill or knowledge to steal from anyone, especially the likes of a Shinigami." She continued to tinker with the Zanpakuto of the decreased woman. 

"As for why..." She trailed off. It was clear she was attending only partially to his question, finding focus divided between him and the Zanpakuto in her hand. "For fun, of course. And because I can." She raised her head and delivered a satisfied smile. She had responded so flippantly to Luke. Killing was second nature for Amalia. It meant nothing to kill someone, especially the likes of Luke. It was a fun way to pass the time until she was faced with an opponent truly worth killing. Someone who had meaning and thereby their death would cause a ripple effect. She exhaled playfully, as air passed between her semi-puckered lips. It was clear the moment for questions had passed. 

"Okay. That's that then." She slammed the blade into a nearby tree. "That can sit there while I focus on you. I'm much better with other types of weapons." She said while smirking. Her Quincy cross began to glow as reishi swirled around her. "I'm glad were near a park." She said. "I suppose your dolls are eager to come out and help. How many can you use?" She asked suddenly. "I'd be surprised if you could use more than one at a time. I am interested to see what the things they can do." She said plainly. She suddenly adopted a contemplative look. "They say a Bount and its doll have a unique, if not symbiotic bond. I imagine it is similar to the relationship a Shinigami has with their Zanpakuto spirit. I have to wonder. When I destroy your dolls, will you experience the same degree of pain they do? It'll likely be akin to losing a part yourself. And, I know, dolls who have their forms destroyed aren't really killed" She paused and tilted her head to the side before delivering an eerie smile. "But let's see if I change that." With that a weapon began to form in her hand. The energy solidified and revealed itself to be her Eiku. The weapon she had used to slaughter many in the past. 


+800 quincy cross
-150 for Eiku
=21,450

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What? Luke felt his eyes widen further when Amelia began to answer his questions. It wasn't the mocking tone she gave him nor the disbelief that dripped from her words. What was getting to Luke was what he was learning. What? He repeated, playing the words back in his head as Amalia continued to taunt and goad him. Just what did these Quincy have to do with the near eradication of the Bount? While it was true that Luke didn't have any, as someone else might call it, racial pride in what he was he had still been taken back when he learned how small the Bount population was in the world. What really hit the ball with that revelation was that the Bount were so few because there had been a conscious, focused, effort by the Shinigami forces some time ago to eradicate his people off the face of the earth.

So just what the hell did the Quincy have to do with it? Quincy.. was that what the woman who attacked him in the store had been? A Quincy? Just what the hell was a Quincy anyways? That question wasn't important. Hell, Luke wasn't even focused on it. What he was focused on, what was getting to him, was how she answered him when he asked why. "For fun, of course. And because I can." Luke was quiet. He simply stared at her. Those eyes of his began to narrow, his brow forming a wrinkly v as an expression of anger and irritation began to form on his face. Because she could? Because she thought it was fun? This woman could casually take someone's life, rob them of all their dreams and experience, just because she could?!

In the animal kingdom there was a rule. "Kill when you're hungry or threatened". This was a rule as old as the oldest appearance of the herbivore and carnivore. But as time passed and more and more species began populating the earth, pariahs appeared that did not always follow this code. One, in particular, was the wild dog. When the canine, an animal evolved to live alongside man, was abandoned by its destined partner and betrayed by them, would turn to become a savage beast filled with nothing but hatred and contempt. Wild dogs were notorious for their violence. They were one of the few animals that would kill for the fun of it. A savage, rapid, hate filled, "Animal.." Luke suddenly hissed.

Amalia would notice the fear in Luke's eyes had not vanished. They'd instead been covered up by something else. A stronger, more driven, emotion. Hate. Explain it however you want. A "heroic warrior" facing off against the embodiment of evil. The Bount blood within him heating up as it bear witness to an ancient enemy of its kind. "You're just like that other bitch.." He growled, in reference to a woman Amalia would actually know as Alicia. "You think just because you have power that you can just do whatever you want with people's lives, like we're your god damn toys!" Luke shouted. His Dolls had grown quiet, clearly curious about what Luke was doing.

He was no good at what someone might call a "protagonist speech" and he might have been worlds weaker than Amalia...but he wasn't going to just give her the satisfaction of torturing him. He wasn't going to be a spider some sick school shooter kid would pull the legs off of. "Look who finally grew a pair. Let's rip her apart. I want to roast her tits and send her head to the god damned Jews!!" Jager snickered. Blue flames seemed to grow and dance off of Luke's form yet did not burn him. Grinding his jaws together, Luke swung his Zanpakuto out away from his body. "Cast away, Mūnran'nā! Show Yourself!" On cue, and as if the sword he wielded was no different than a Shinigami's Zanpakuto, the blade transformed itself. The hilt and guard changed, the blade began to glow with a bright, white, light just like the bottom of his feet.

They had both drawn their weapons now. "You're just a rabid dog. And dogs get put down!" Luke shouted, suddenly kicking off the pavement. He was scared. Holy shit was he scared. He'd never been more afraid in his life. He'd been backed into a corner, facing off against a blood starved beast. But Luke only had two options. He could chose to lie down and accept that fate...or he could fight. He could fight back and perhaps survive. He wasn't stupid enough to think he could beat this woman. He wasn't foolish enough to think he could win. But, at the very least, he could go down fighting.

"Idiot let me out! You'll fair a better chance with me fighting by your side!"

I can't. Not right now. You heard her. She thinks I'm only limited...to ONE Doll! You're my ace in the hole.

Luke releasing the Zanpakuto also served another purpose. Amalias spiritual pressure would have made mincemeat out of Luke if he came to blows with her. By releasing Mūnran'nā he'd insured that, at least, he wouldn't be fucked by Cutback. But he'd done one other thing. Perhaps Amalia didn't catch it when Luke was saying the Zanpakuto release phrase. Luke had said something else along with it. Luke had also released Jager. But Amalia wouldn't know that. At least she shouldn't. She wouldn't have been able to sense Jagers presence. Ungesehen had been activated upon the Dolls release, and unfortunately for Amalia she did not have the required Energy Sensory to sense the hidden Doll.

Luke's speed would suddenly accelerate with the use of Movement, closing the distance between him and Amalia. He didn't know what kind of weapon that paddle was, but he still took the opportunity to lash out at her throat with his weapon when he reappeared closer to her. His right arm stabbed forward, aiming to slash itself right through the important bits in her neck and end this in one go. As stupid as a frontal attack served it was serving a secondary purpose as well.

Mūnran'nā Duration: 1 / 7
Jäger Duration: 1 / X

Remaining Reiatsu: 2175 / 3000
-600 for Jäger release
-200 for Artifical Zanpakuto Release
-25 for Movement

Jäger's Remaining Reiatsu: 1150 / 1500
-350 for Ungesehen

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{Ungesehen}
Ungesehen (Unseen) - This is a passive ability, available to Jäger at all times. It suppresses his reiatsu signature, rendering it incapable of being detected by anyone except those who have superior Energy Sensory to his Reiatsu Strength. This alone is potent. However, it also augments his Overall Ability, causing shadow form objects to vanish from energy sensory in the same manner. However, regardless, Jäger is capable of tracking those objects with his own energy sensory.

Drawbacks: Jäger can still be detected by sight when it is in it’s hunter form, regardless of people’s energy sensory. The same holds true for shadow form objects. Additionally, if someone has superior RS then this ability is also negated. This ability instantly docks 350 reiatsu from Jäger’s pool once he is are released.

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{Jäger Stats}
Jager | Freak

Strength - 100 - 125 Points

Speed - 250 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 200 - 150 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 400 - 500 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 150 - 112 Points

Senses - 100 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1200 Points

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

"Animal?" Amalia responded amusingly. "Other bitch?" She tilted her head and contemplated his words, tapping her cheek with her finger. "No, doesn't ring a bell." She said with a mischievous grin. Among her many exploits, Amalia had eyes and ears all around the Vandenreich. She didn't accomplish her current position as Captain Supervisor being complacent. She wanted to know what others were thinking and doing. Information was likely one of the best allies you could have. So, she was aware that Sternritter O had recently quarreled with a Bount, though she didn't take that information seriously. It appeared to be accurate, though. She was slightly surprised he survived. Calling her an animal was an accurate assessment, both in appearance and mentality. 

She didn't care about that encounter, though. She was focused on this one, so the details of the previous were dismissed much like some of his questions were. She couldn't help but feel more excited than before. Not only was he a rare breed, he was stronger than she originally thought possible. To survive a battle with Alicia was a modest victory in and of itself. I'm surprised he isn't missing a chunk of flesh. I pegged her for someone who bites into someone like a rabid beast. She thought to herself. "Cast away, Mūnran'nā! Show Yourself!" She raised a brow, indicating slight surprise. It appears he's ready to get things started. And I had assumed he was a non-starter type. Full of surprises, so it seems. She jested in thought. 

Amalia rotated her eiku in her left hand as she watched the light show, just before Luke dashed in her direction. Modest speed. She thought. It certainly wasn't anything to worry much about. Even using something intended to increase his speed it wasn't terribly defying. Nothing he could do himself would get through her blut vene, which she had activated upon him releasing the artificial Zanpakuto. She remained still as he approached her, but she wasn't planning to use her eiku to defend. He appeared before her, slashing at her throat. It didn't make contact with her throat, however. She had clutched the blade of his zanpakuto with her hand, gripping it tightly. Energy instantly began collecting in his Zanpakuto as she gazed up at him, he being slightly taller than she. "If they were truly your friend, they wouldn't give you such garbage and expect you to defend yourself with it." She stated coldly. The light emanating from the artificial Zanpakuto's release would overshadow the soft glow emitted by Amalia's technique. 

She need only touch it and the process would begin. It was irreversible and unavoidable. It was so quick, practically instantaneous. The artificial zanpakuto he was given detonated into a large, fiery vortex. Even if he had sensed it, escaping it was an entirely separate matter. He had two seconds after striking her, as he lost one second the moment she gripped it. The explosion radius was 10ft, but would also cause nearby objects to ignite in flames and fragments of the blade would scatter like shrapnel. If he managed to escape the the blast radius, which was a nearly impossible task having been so close, he would be possibly be struck with fragments of the Zanpakuto turned into flying shrapnel. So many things needed to be relied upon in order to have even noticed the attack and then avoid it.

If Amalia had learned anything in this already brief encounter, Luke was not without surprises. Little morsels of data that surfaced giving her hope that he wouldn't be a simple kill. To make matters more complicated, however, she couldn't sense his doll. She was aware he released it. Centuries of experience had awarded her knowledge of all her enemies. Much like Shinigami and Arrancar, they all had a release command. Albeit, Bounts were much more dull when it came to this. There was no hint at their ability when they summoned their dolls, but at least they could be sensed. She had never experienced a Bount who possessed a doll incapable of being detected with her energy sensory. It must be stealth of some kind. She thought as the explosion roared around her. She emerged casually from the flames. She couldn't help but find herself irritated by this realization. She had faced stealth-types before and they were always such a nuisance. 

The hiding never really made things fun for her. It was merely an inconvenience and one that would deter her only for so long. "Seems your toy didn't last very long. Now where is that doll of yours? Hopefully it will prove more useful." She said. She glanced around curiously. "You tried to fool,didn't you? I've been around for centuries. Did you honestly think I wouldn't recognize the release command for a Bount? Please." She scoffed. She found Luke's impertinence unamusing, the way a parent would a child. It was yet another indication of his inexperience and lack of sophistication. He knew so little of the outside world. It was certainly an advantage, as she likely knew things he expected her not to. Then again, he had one advantage: that doll. She couldn't sense it at all, which was a problem. She didn't know what it did, but she suspected that if it was something that hid, lying in wait, it wasn't anything to she could simply dismiss. She was confident her blut vene would protect her if surprises did surface, but she needed to remain vigilant. 

"Where is your doll?" She looked around at the nearby buildings. Hiding among the building, perhaps? She thought. She didn't like being unsure of what to expect. When she could see something, it was different. It gave her some assurance, but not this. Some invisible force was possibly circling her and she didn't even know it. She was in full view if this happened to be something that served as a projectile-based user. She used movement and leapt into the air, roughly 15 feet above the flames below. She glared around. Where is that goddamn doll?. Perhaps if she had a better view, she could see what she could not sense, but it didn't appear to be working. She was becoming more vexed by it as well. Making things interesting was one thing, but making a fool of her would get you killed. 

21,450
+800 at beginning of post
-300 Blut vene
-300 Annihilation (1/15)
=21,650

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{Vernichtung (Annihilation) }
By channeling reishi into objects, the user can transform said objects into a powerful explosive, relative to the user's reiatsu strength. The spiritual particles placed into the objects are purposely made unstable by accelerating their movement and position within a given space , creating a unsuitable environment for the spirit particles, which results in the discharge of energy. When an object is bestowed the spiritual particles, it will emit a soft blue glow before becoming enveloped by the light and detonating after an interval of three seconds. The user does not have to physically touch the objects, but merely concentrate energy into it. The user can only convert objects within 60 feet of the user. The explosion has a raidus of 10 feet.
Drawback: The use of this technique can have a devastating impacting during battle, but can only be utilized a total of 15 times during a thread. Additionally, all spiritual beings' reiryoku give off an emission, which envelops their body. This natural emission makes it impossible to render the opponent, their clothing, and any weapons (Zanpakuto and equivalent) they might possess as explosives. The only exception to this rule is if the user has 5x the reiatsu advantage and touches the objects in question. They can then detonate clothing and weapons, foregoing the drawback.

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Surprise and shock became his expression when he saw his sword grabbed so easily. He wasn't expecting to so easily slash her throat out, but for his attack to be so easily countered...and his sword being grabbed of all things. For some reason he'd never thought that having his sword grabbed would cause him so much anger. But he didn't get the opportunity to focus on that. He was picking up on something. Something from his sword. Luke's eyes widening when he realized what it was, but sadly he didn't realize fast enough. Even with the use of Movement, sending him backwards at 3x his speed, Luke's right arm couldn't escape what Amalia did. Skidding to a stop twenty five feet away, Luke's first response was to suddenly wince and hiss.

His right arm was a mess. The fabric of his shirt sleeve had been burnt away, but even worse was the condition of his arm. Smoldering. Steaming. The flesh had been cooked. The length of his arm from hand to elbow was covered in a combination of first and second degree burns. As if to make the situation worse, Luke's very own weapon had harmed him. Gashes leaking precious blood was cut along his arm, a result of the exploding Zanpakutos metal being flung all around. Luke had no fucking clue where to put his good hand to try and help manage the pain that his entire arm was exploding with. Luke's wide eyes, full of confusion, stared at his arm as everything began coming to him about what had just happened.

My...my sword...she Luke's weapon was gone. The Zanpakuto given to him by Aevus...just crushed and obliterated like it was nothing. There was a ringing in his ears. No thought was going through his head. He was just...shocked. What was he supposed to do now? He didn't have a weapon to fight with. He could use Air Arsenal, yes, but that wasn't going to do much against that bitch. If she could do that...what's she going to do to Jäger and Springflut? Luke wondered, suddenly filled with concern over the fate of his Dolls if they remained in this fight.

"You never cease to amaze me. You've gone and lost your weapon...so why are you just standing there?"

"Luke! Stop standing around. Wake up and let me out! Jäger isn't going to be able to get a good shot on her without us distracting her!" Springflut shouted, snapping Luke out of his daze. Yeah...yeah I.. For a moment...Luke could have sworn he'd heard another voice. Jäger, how're you doing? Luke asked, pushing the confusion out of his head as he returned his glare to the Quincy standing in the air. "Who, me? Oh you know, same old same old." Jäger joked, which earned himself a mental growl from Luke. "Don't worry. I'm ready to attack when the moment arises." Jäger reported.

What he meant by that was simple. Jägers abilities were arguably the most complex between him and Springflut. Upon release the Doll came into existence within Luke's shadow. Unlike the behemoth Springflut, Jäger did not have a natural physical form. He was an infection. A sentient shadow that spread out infecting other shadows with his presence. At night, in the darkness, he was at his strongest. When Luke released, Jäger had already infected the darkness around the Bount. Amalia's shadow, which had been thrown towards Luke thanks to the burning car behind her before she went into airground, had already been compromised. While shadows could not normally reach her in the air, the devilish part of Jäger shadow ability was he made shadows spread. What Amalia might not notice was the steadily creeping darkness making its way up the bottom of her shoes, and progressively travelling up her ankles.

Amalia would most likely notice the reishi gathering around Luke. Specks of light travelling towards him and ultimately congregating into his damaged arm. Steadily the injuries dealt to him by the flames and shrapnel slashing began to close and vanish, as Luke utilized the healing properties of Immortality Drink to heal the damage done to him. Clenching his fingers, Luke was satisfied with his newly healed arm. What if you get hurt? Luke suddenly asked. "What? Are you worried for me? Sentimental fool, what happens to me doesn't matter. So long as you survive so I can kill you myself." Springflut growled back. Frowning, Luke suddenly became enshrouded in blue flames. "You want my Doll, Quincy? Fine! Ziege Dich!" Luke shouted, causing the blue flames to explode outward.

The flames stretched and shaped themselves into a new form. An arm of flames, suddenly becoming flesh, slammed itself into the street causing it to shatter. The flames retreated revealing the monstrosity Springflut. The Doll let out a roar, despite not having an apparent mouth, as water began rushing off of its body. "Hhrraaaaaaagh! You're mine!!" Luke, leaping backwards, found himself worried. Would Springflut be able to handle this? Right as he was summoned, the massive 25 foot tall Doll leapt off of the road with devistating results to his springboard. He easily, and quickly, reached Amalias altitude as, literally, THOUSANDS of pounds of water was left behind by his movement following the path he took. Crashing into the world below, a small flood had already begun to form.

The five eyed creature snarled, clenching its right arm into a fist as it appeared before Amalia. Muscles bulged within its arm as it threw its massive fist forward at her. Amalia, if she chose to try and respond to this attack like she had against Luke's, would probably be sent flying. Springfluts strength well outclassed her own, and was even going to release a shockwave when it came to an abrupt end. Springflut didn't care if he became damaged. He didn't care about collateral damage. All he cared about was taking this whore down. His job was simple. Provide a distraction until Jäger could ensure the kill. Well, now Luke would get to see just what Springflut was like when he went all out. Hopefully...it would do something.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1675 / 300
-150 for Immortality Drink
-400 for Doll #2 Release

Jäger Duration: 2 / X

Springflut Duration: 1 / X

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{Springfluts Stats}
Springflut | Brave


Strength - 400 - 600 Points

Speed - 200 - 250 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 200 - 100 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 100 - 50 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 150 Points

Senses - 150 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Total SP: 1200 Points

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia's eyes began scaling higher, as she watched Luke's colossal doll reveal itself. Her eyes examined the large doll with a serious and unrevealing expression. She casually let her eyes wander as the doll seemed to continue to grow. Her expression loosened and she smirked as she stared up at the doll. She glanced down at Luke. "You do have two dolls, so it seems. Wonderful!" She said. Amalia's interest and again been piqued. Perhaps other would find themselves intimidated by its sheer size, but knew things never truly mattered. Rarely did the size of her opponent make a different in whether they fell in battle. In fact, it merely proved her point. Even giants fall to their knees. She thought confidently. 

She could sense this new doll like a heavy rain. It radiated power. The other, it seemed, was everywhere. It was not in a specific location. She had to wonder what that meant for its abilities. Diffuse reiatsu? Maybe. Likely something different, but she'd need to determine precisely what that was. It'd become clear soon enough. Whatever the doll did, it was lying in wait. Such tactics were typical for something that employed such secrecy and mystery. The first doll never appeared upon release, instead choosing to remain hidden. Likely something that compliments it powers. This doll, however, is a juggernaut. Its size and, what flowed beneath her, was a strong indication of its abilities.

Amalia was aware of one thing from these brief observations: the first doll was not wielding a large frame or anything elemental. If it were, it would have presented itself in much the same way the second did. It is likely a stealth-build with impressive speed, or a power that aids quick movements. She hasn't seen it once and its power seems to be everywhere. Is it formless or perhaps its frame is capable of changing form, allowing it to blend in better with the environment. Amalia couldn't discern the true nature of the first doll, but the second was not as adept at keeping secrets. She now has to worry about two dolls and Luke, though he seemed reliant on his fake Zanpakuto. With that gone, she wondered how useless he'd be. Perhaps eliminating a doll would further exacerbate the situation. 

Despair was Amalia's specialty. She knew precisely how to draw it out of someone. Luke made it east. People like him always did. She glanced over at her eiku. She sighed and rolled her eyes before she carelessly shrugged. "I guess this won't be very useful." She placed her hand on her forehead and shook her head. "It figures you'd have some giant swamp beast as a doll. I can't tell you how many dolls I've destroyed that looked just as monstrous as this one. It must be something unique about a Bounts soul. They just manifest dolls with grotesque visages." As she said that, the large doll's fist began hurtling toward her. A small spark appeared in the palm of her hand as an unimaginable pain began surging through her body. She instantly used Hirenyaku to increase her speed to 4000. She bolted past the dolls massive arm, which was still in motion, and off to the side. She appeared beside its arm, roughly six feet away. She gritted her teeth as she soared through the sky. "Verschlingen" She said through gritted teeth.

A vibrant and majestic blue flame poured from her palm like a flamethrower. The swathe of blue fire roared forward, landing on the large dolls shoulder, arm, and falling onto its torso. The blue flame danced along the surface of its body as embers floated through the air and landed across its torso. The wind helped carry the flame slightly, but Amalia was close enough where it didn't matter. The beast was much too large to move out of range, especially in mid-attack. Such a colossal frame has its disadvantages, and Amalia immediately exploited it. The speed of its punch and reaction speed were horribly ill-equipped to match the speed hirenyaku afforded her. She would have vanished without a trace, appearing so close beside the large doll. She could no enjoy the fruits of her labor. A technique so special, so powerful that only those among the Sternritter were capable of using it. It was truly a Promethean flame. 

Unfortunately, in this story of Gods, the fire was not bestowed upon man, but was an affliction. A curse. A flame so powerful that nothing composed of spiritual energy could extinguish it. The flame and its power were truly unrivaled. The moment the flames touched springflute's body they would ignite in a roaring blaze. The dolls arm, torso, and shoulder would be host to a most holy flame, with a most unholy purpose. The sapphire colored flamed spread across its arm and body, creeping across the torso and from its shoulder onto its neck. These were no ordinary flames. They were flames that used spiritual particles and energy as a fuel. They fed on it, and subsequently were capable of annihilating anything spiritual. They were incapable of being extinguished by water or removed from anything they touch. All spiritual matter, even reishi itself, was at the flame's mercy. To something like a doll, composed of precious spiritual energy, it was certain death. It was nothing but a meal for the sapphire flames.

They would instantly begin spreading across a spiritual body and if they were to come in contact with anything remotely spiritual it would latch onto that surface and continue to spread. Whatever is touched by the flames will find its body burning away, causing excruciating pain. It will also cause incredible fatigue as it uses their energy, their body, as a source of fuel. Amalia's body, too, was overcome with tremendous pain. Not even here experience and pain tolerance could assuage this feeling. As Amalia's body continued to hurled itself past the now fire-drenched doll, she couldn't help by verbalize her pain. She slammed into the roof of a building, sliding across the ground and striking a wall. She lifted herself quickly, but her body was is agony. A class one technique was the apex of her pain index. She huffed, exhaling and inhaling deeply as she gripped her Eiku tightly. She watched as the doll was slowly consumed by the flames. 

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her temple as she glared forward. "I guess," she said panting, "even swamp monsters are beautiful when cloaked in his Majesty's flames." Her Quincy cross began to glow and reishi was collected. She was beginning to get her composure back, but even when in pain she was able to fully enjoy the suffering of another. Regardless of its strength and size, it would be incapable of withstanding the pain and fatigue of those flames. They'd also eat away at it until it was nothing. Only the Bount could extinguish those flames, but that would leave him in dire conditions. "Oh, bount..." She said softly. "I'm going to have you screaming in agony by the end of this." She said sinisterly. Amalia knew that no matter what the Bount did, if he tried to help his doll he, too, would be exposed to the blames. Fighting while on fire with these flames was practically impossible, and nothing it could do would help. All that was left was the other doll, which she could still sense everywhere. She knew it'd try to catch her off-guard, which meant she had to be completely aware of her surroundings. She tightly gripped her Eiku. 


21,650
+800 Quincy cross at end of post
-300 Blut vene
-800+600 =1400 Verschlingen (Devour)
-50 Hirenyaku
=20,700

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{Verschlingen (Devour)}
A supremely powerful flame that is practically eternal, and another gift from his Majesty. This technique allows the user to draw in reishi and purify it by cleansing it of impurities. By doing so, the user can create an immaculate spirit particle that he or she can condense tightly. This results in blue fire that can burn any form of spiritual particles or energy. It can burn and destroy things that were once believed to be non-flammable, such as the rocks and sand of Hueco Mundo.

The technique can fire as a projectile, but can take on different forms depending on the user. One user might choose to fire it as a stream of fire from their finger while another by throw a fireball or create a swathe of fire. Regardless of form or quality, whatever spiritual particle or energy comes in contact with the flame will be set ablaze and used as a source of fuel for the fire itself. Those with bodies composed of spiritual particles/energy (e.g. Shinigami, Arrancar, etc) are highly susceptible to the blue fire. It will attach to a spiritual being and ignite anything of spiritual origins. It will steadily burn away clothes, armor, skin, techniques (such as kido, including barriers), and the spiritual body itself. Once the flames touch an opponent, they will find themselves fatigued for it is burning not only their body, but their energy. These flames are impossible to extinguish unless the opponent pays the same amount as the user forfeited for the technique. If an opponent does not have the total amount of reiatsu to spend, they can pay 90% of their existing reiatsu.

If the flames miss an opponent, they will continue to burn and spread, unless the objects are of human origins and exist in the human-world. In the soul society and hueco mundo, the flames will have a rich source of fuel and burn eternally, until the thread ends or extinguished by an opponent. The flame's merciless destruction of spiritual energy can leave an enemy fatigued simply from close proximity.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): The base cost for use is 800, but the user can choose to forfeit additional reiatsu in order to increase the cost effect inflicted on the opponent. The user can spend up to an additional 1200 reiatsu, which will require the opponent to spend the total reiatsu forfeited in order to extinguish the flames.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc): Does not affect other Quincy, Fullbringers, or other humans bodies. A user with 50% reiatsu advantage can extinguish the flames immediately without any cost, though they will still incur damage from initial contact.

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"Springflut!!" Luke shouted in panic as the creature wailed in pain. Without thinking Luke immediately had begun rushing in, rushing to try in vain to do something to save his Doll from the fate. What had even just happened? One moment Springflut had been throwing a punch at the Quincy, and then in the next moment he was suddenly being eaten alive by a ever burning blaze. All the water running off of him didn't even seem to do anything about the flames as he thrashed about. Luke even felt Springflut's pain. Not that he felt the actual pain Springflut could feel, but he could feel that the Doll was in such agonizing pain. There had to be something Luke could do to stop the flames, so was his train of thought when he began rus-"Nnooo!!" Springflut suddenly wailed, causing Luke to freeze.

His body burnt. He'd never experienced pain like this before. Even that detestable shadow had never inflicted pain like this to him before. Why wasn't his water putting them out? They didn't obey the laws that normal fire followed, Springflut had learned. Roaring, he thrashed. Somehow he was able to retain Airground. He couldn't let Luke get close. These flames would eat him if he approached the Doll. The Water Echoes continued to crash onto the ground below, causing the flooding to begin getting worse and extend further through the streets. There was nothing he could do. He'd realized that. He'd only been summoned for moments...and yet it all ended up this way. One of those eyes spotted Luke. Springflut saw the expression painted on his masters face. A sniveling brat with his jaw hung open on the verge of tears who cared too much about getting laid. A pathetic, worthless, weak Master that he gave his life for..his Master.

"I'm counting on you, amateur. Don't you dare die."

Luke's eyes widened when he heard Springfluts words before the Doll cut himself off from communication with Luke. The massive Doll spun around, a body of flames, and spotted Amalia as she landed on the roof. He would not die without doing something to this arrogant bitch. The Doll suddenly kicked off airground, the massive body consumed in flames suddenly hurtling itself at the rooftop, with all his strength, roaring at the top of his lungs. Springflut! Luke mentally shouted, trying to get the Dolls attention. "The hell is he doing!?" Jäger shouted in panic, realizing a moment later what his brother was doing. "Absturz!!" Springflut howled, before suddenly exploding. It was as if his body was blown apart but instead of becoming small, gory, pieces he became...water.

While the main function of this technique was that it was, technically, a step technique it carried with it a rather destructive effect. Using Absturz would turn Springflut into a mass of water that retained his general shape and ended up propelling him forward at 4x his normal speed (1000). But there was more to it than that. Springflut was hurtling himself at her with such speed and his full strength, but he was still producing Water Echoes! Each time Springflut moved his body he would leave behind bits and pieces of an echo depending on how much of him moved. When Springflut moved his entire body he'd leave behind an Echo producing 2500lbs of water. Hurtling himself at Amalia like this he had, literally, become a narrow tidal wave aiming right for her. More and more and more and more water was added to the mass that rushed towards her. Literal tens of thousands of pounds of water was rushing towards her. A tsunami was heading towards Amalia. A burning, tens of thousands of pounds of water, tsunami rushing at her with 1000 speed and 600 strength.

Amalia was in trouble. She was recovering from her attack that had left her struggling and in pain. She'd also be struggling to endure the pain from having her Blut active, on top of the attack she used to fatally injure Springflut. The Doll and its water was moving at her with 1000 speed, not a total that could just be ignored. It was faster than the base speed of the assassin she once faced, who more than easily handled her with his speed. There was no great length of time that passed between them. Springflut had thrown himself at her when she struck the roof. He was giving her NO time to recover. She would suddenly, without warning, be assaulted by Springfluts final tsunami.

Tens of thousands pounds of water, the strength behind it, the speed it went with, needless to say when it slammed into that roof and, hopefully, Amalia the results were devastating. The water ripped the building it slammed into into pieces, crushing it without delay and continuing to push its way deeper into Karakura Town. Everything not nailed down on the streets were picked up and rushed along with the water, creating battering debris within the burning torrent. The water smashed its way into homes and stores, creating a path of watery destruction through Karakura like the city was hit with a literal tsunami. If Amalia was being carried along in that...even she would be having trouble. Luke, who stood on Airground, was wide eyed looking at what Springflut did to quite a few blocks of the city. He suddenly blinked when he saw a sizeable mass rising out the water.

He quickly recognized it as Springflut. The fires were out, which gave Luke hope for a second but then...he got hit with the pain. It was hard to describe honestly. It brought Luke to his knees and gagging in pain. It felt like all of his cells were on fire. Like part of his very being had just been torn up, ripped apart, destroyed. Raising his eyes he watched as Springfluts form suddenly...just...turned to dust. He scattered into the wind. Gone. Luke...Luke suddenly felt an emptiness within him. A space of his conscious always occupied by another was suddenly...vacant. He felt cold. He felt empty. He hurt. He ground his teeth together. He couldn't get his legs to work. It was such an indescribable pain that he couldn't move. But...but was that it? Did Springflut get her?

Remaining Reiatsu: 1275 / 3000
-400 for Doll Death

Jäger Duration: 3 / X

Respawn Countdown: 1 / 5

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia watched as Luke's doll turned around as she was standing to her feet, though her body was still recovering from the pain of the technique. She narrowed her eyes as it stared at her, the blue flames dancing on its body. Suddenly it exploded into a typhoon sized wave of water. Normally, avoiding something like this wouldn't be too challenging, but in her current condition she was unable to react efficiently. She gripped her eiku tightly and grimaced having known she was going to be swept up in this last ditch effort from Luke's doll. The wave crashed down on the building, causing it to collapse. It surged into the streets of Karakura Town, smashing out windows and knocking down trees and road signs. It was a truly powerful last effort on behalf of the doll.

Amalia was swept away by the surge and carried into the distance. The strength of the moving water causing her to smash into objects as she glided through the water. She attempted to loosen her body and allow the water to guide her, refusing to resist it initially. It slammed her through the window of a building and through the other side. Still, she held tightly onto her eiku. The initial surge was when the wave would be at its highest point and she would need to take advantage of that and think quickly, despite the pain of the experience. Blut vene was protecting her body, but she was not immune to the sensation and certainly was not immune to drowning.

She needed an escape, otherwise she could drown or be caught off guard upon landing safely. The wave began to descend, its power dimming the further it traveled. The wave slammed her into the side of a building, grinding her body into the wall with the sheer pressure. The wall cracked and she flew into building. As she entered the building she stabbed her eiku into the ground. The water surged past her and busted out all the windows behind it. Her eiku began to slide across the ground as the water pushed her and her grip was slipping. The water began to descend allowing her to take in a huge gasp of air. She landed on her feet and pulled her eiku from the ground. She inhaled and exhaled deeply several times. She ground her teeth in anger and frustration, finding these actions inexcusable. 

Rage began to building within her as her hateful gaze intensified. As the water settled, spreading out thinly, the building she was in suddenly exploded as her reiatsu surged. She swung her eiku, dismissing the rubble with a single swing. She walked out onto the air and glared in the distance. She had bee carried more than 80 feet from Luke. She could see him standing in the distance and could sense his other doll as well. Her gaze was menacing. Only those without fear would be able to thwart the internal reaction summoned by locking eyes with her. She was prepared to go on a rampage, but this would be calculated. She was not about to waste her power. She would skillfully facilitate his agony and torture. She suddenly blasted forward. She glided by building and arrived nearly 15 feet from Luke. She was breathing more calmly now as she was close to recovered.

Knowing nothing of Quincy, Luke would likely be shocked by her relatively untouched appearance. She was drenched, her hair was messed, and her clothes tattered, but her skin and her body were unharmed. It was as if Springflute's sacrifice was for nothing. Luke, however, could not see that she was actually in pain, masked by fury. Her body was hurting and she was mildly dizzy from having been thrashed around by the water. It didn't matter to her. She was going to crush him. She delivered a truly scornful stare. "Killing your doll was made all the more satisfying when its last effort failed miserably. Dying in vain...such useless garbage..." She growled angrily. "I'm going to be sure to relish killing you, just as I did the hundreds of Bounts that came before you. And by the time this is over, and your doll have been erased, you're going to discover the same despair your ancestors did when they were systematically annihilated." A malevolent grin stretched across her lips.

Amalia deactivated her blut vene as she stood before Luke. "I know that filthy doll of yours is lurking around. And, after thinking about it for a while, have a pretty good idea of what it does. Or, at the very least, how it operates. I have yet to see its physical form, but I can sense it everywhere. Which says to me that it hides among the shadows. It doesn't have a physical form, does it? At least not while it hides. You brought out your other doll to make an opening for it. It makes sense. Why I can't see it, but can sense it all over, especially in the shadows. You underestimate me, Bount. And a crime of that caliber is a certain death sentence." Her grin dissolved for a moment as she looked around. "I know your silly doll can hear me. What is taking so long for it to make its move? Stalling won't help."

She gazed over at look with a mischievous smile. "You know...I'm no longer angry. We should be kind to one another. Let me start off by coming over and giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. My kisses..." She trailed off, smiling flirtatiously at Luke. "...are explosive. I'm sure you'll agree once our lips touch." Amalia was aware Luke wouldn't fall for her games, but she enjoyed taunting him. After all, she liked playing with those she was about to shred into pieces. "I understand your shyness. You're so innocent." She said with a faint chuckle. As she spoke she was collecting energy not only in her cross, but also around her. It was subtle, but there. She sighed and began walking toward him. She then launched at him and swung her blade at his head before vanishing having used movement. She caused her speed to increase to 1200 as she appeared above him and slammed her eiku down onto his body, hoping bifurcate him. She figured, put him in danger and lure the other one out. The sooner she can see it, the sooner she can determine what to do next. As she was attacking arrows formed above her. There were 10, each of them approximately 8 feet long, resembling large javelin. When his doll did surface, she'd cause her javelin to soar toward luke with a mere thought. He might be able to save him from her blade, but not both.

20,700
+800
-25 movement
-400 machtiger pfeil (mighty arrow)
=21,075

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{Machtiger Pfeil}
Creates massive arrows from spiritual particles in the atmosphere. These are created without the use of a bow and capable of being controlled both mentally and with hand-gestures. They are roughly eight feet long. The arrow’s shaft is thin, but the tip of the arrow is large and resembles a naginata spear. The end of the arrow is in the shape of a Hagal rune.

A total of 10 arrows can be created and fired simultaneously. The user has the ability to summon these arrows instantaneously as long as they have the reiatsu to provide the technique. The user can create arrows up to a distance of 20 feet from their body. These arrows, however, are not ordinary arrows and have intense force behind them and can be used to pierce almost anything, including armor and kido. They travel at a speed of 600 if controlled by mentally and 800 when using hands.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): This technique can be activated by offering 400 reiatsu.


Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc): Are initially slower due to the shear size and density of each arrow unless controlled by the user's hands.

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Jyuria had been rather excited to be invited by Amalia to spend time in the world of the living, flattered even. Sure she knew that Amalia hardly saw Jyuria as a mere soldat, but that didn't change the fact that the very idea of getting to accompany the woman was still a pleasantry considering her rank and status. Jyuria had even gone out of her way to find something nice to wear, donning a sports bra and some flashy skinnyjeans (or well, normal jeans given her size) which more or less looked like Khakis on her. That with a nice sporty cropped jacket finished her outfit itself, a final touch just being her hair being tied back in a ponytail of wild tangles.

Amalia had told her to meet in Karakura, however she had been a little fuzzy on just when it was that they were supposed to be meeting up. Honestly Jyuria was a little concerned, eesPECIALLY when off in the distance, she felt Amalia's reiatsu surge. But even so, Jyuria was not all that concerned. As the woman was notorious for her temper, it was not out of the realm of possibility that some hapless shinigami had gotten her riled. For now, Jyuria remained where they had planned to meet up, namely a nice little coffee ship that Jyuria herself had suggested.

However, that casual behavior faltered when the sound of that wave reached her ears, and she watched as that surge of water burst off in another direction, a startled look crossing the woman's face as she realized that even Amalia might be in trouble with an attack of that scope. Jyuria was a lax woman and generally speaking did not concern herself with affairs outside of work. She almost considered leaving things be, but her concern for Amalia overrode that sentiment fairly rapidly. BUT, she knew that Amalia was VERY prideful. she couldn't just jump in recklessly. Especially knowing that the woman may not kill her, but Jyuria wasn't wanting to get caught in the crossfire of the woman.

Dragging in Reishi, Jyuria made her way toward Amalia's reiatsu signature, scaling one of the nearby buildings and proceeding to roof-hop her way over up until she was able to recognize what it was that was going on. Her attentions refocused as she watched from afar, not getting too close, but making sure she could see what was happening. She considered activating her bow release, but as it were she still wasn't sure if Amalia even WANTED help. From this distance, she seemed battered, but unharmed. So for now Jyuria simply let her spiritual pressure be felt, letting a wave of spiritual energy rush out, informing Amalia of her presence, in case she wanted backup. Once she did, she immediately suppressed her spiritual energy and dropped down to a kneel, intent on slipping into hiding for the time being. At least until Amalia made it clear she needed a hand.

+300 reiatsu from cross
1800/1500 reiatsu remaining

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{Jyuria's Stats}
Strength: 100 Points x0.5 (50 points)
Speed: 200 Points x1.5 (300 points)

Spiritual Pressure: 150 Points
Reiatsu Strength: 350 points x1.5 (525 points)

Light Aura: 85
Dark Aura: 15

Instinct: 200 points
Senses: 100 points x0.5 (50 Points)
Energy Sense: 0 points
Healing expertise: 0 points

Anti-Stealth: 2
Stealth: 2
Strength of Will: 2
Pain Resist: 2
Bleeding Resist: 2
War Strategy:2
Stealing: 2
Battle Analysis: 1

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

...This wasn’t the night for this. Aevus felt it clear as day. As if a storm had cleared and the light from the sun was beaming against his brow. It came swiftly like lightning and shook the very earth like thunder. A powerful wave crashed over the cityscape. Drowning the land and bringing with it utter destruction. It stopped the two in their tracks. Lumina’s white furs stood on end as she stood frozen amidst that consuming chaos. She had recognized what stood before her, all to well.

That monster... She shivered uncontrollably, her ears flattened against her skull. Her silver eyes widened as that wave slammed through several buildings before them. The sounds of screams were outweighed by that ensuing chaos of a wave. Aevus wasn’t about to stand around and ask questions. His left hand immediately sought his Zanpakuto and he was off. Sandaled feet nimbly stepped against the air ground. Stupid kid... The sound of that wave still beat against his eardrums as he ran.

Lumina was on the Reaper’s heels. She was still shaken but she had to follow him. ...She would follow that Shinigami to the ends of the earth and back if she had to. Aevus... There's a powerful re- He shook his head nearly growling under his breath. Not now, Lumina... His blue eyes wavered coldly and narrowed upon that destroyed horizon. Mindless destruction littered the streets. There was no way that someone didn’t die from that tidal wave. He would let out a distressed sigh. You stupid kid, why’d you do it?

He neared closer and closer to the source of that destruction. Aevus please listen to me please... There’s something else- But Aevus wasn’t listening, nor was he paying attention to the signs. He ignored his wolven spirit’s warnings. His fingers tapped the handle of his Zanpakuto as he ran atop that air ground. So much was going through his head. He knew that Luke was more than he had let on. He was a Bount in training. He knew he was still learning how to control his powers. But to do this? To destroy so much. To kill innocent people... Had he made a mistake in letting the young Bount live that night?

It was than that he felt it. Or so stopped ignoring the tell tale signs that something was clearly amiss. He stopped atop of a building when he had felt it. Kneeling in the shadow of that destruction. Like gravity it pulled and pushed on him deeply. Lumina’s warning had fallen on deaf ears. I was trying to tell you... Pulling itself out from the tide, a wet form shot away from the waters. It was woman drenched in that cold wet. A Quincy, dressed in a tattered dress. A finely figured woman stood basking in that nightly glow.

He stayed back, his fingers fidgeting against the handle of his Zanpakuto. Lumina’s ears perked. It became apparent what had happened. Fueled by desperation Luke’s doll had sacrificed itself. But it was all in vain. A Quincy couldn’t have survived that. Unless, it’s one of them... A damn Vandenreich. Aevus had faced them before. He had infiltrated one of their prisons. He had even killed one... They were blind devoted fools. He could never hope to understand them and he never wanted too for that matter.

It was sudden and it was quick as Aevus watched the Quincy fall upon Luke, like he were but prey. But a little rabbit for the picking of this malicious hawk. Her first attack was a feign and as she cast movement to deliver the real blow, Aevus would move as if carried by instinct itself. He masked the flare of his Reiatsu from the she-beast as he activated Rakuyo to attack her at 12000 speed. His blade held reverse gripped, flashed from it’s prison of a sheath. And as he went to rend her flesh, he’d wordlessly activate his Shikai.

Whisper Softly, Umbra.

It was fast, less than a fraction of a second. Lumina was called forth to him, disappearing in a show of silvery light. A cold, dark and bleak aura suddenly spilled over the land. Spreading thirty feet from Aevus in every direction. It shrouded over both Luke and the Quincy almost instantly. His Zanpakuto lengthened to thirty inches in length. A silver wolf head howled up the handle of that stylistic blade. A long black ribbon fell from it’s pommel, fluttering behind the Reaper as he aimed for the Quincy’s Achilles tendon. Activating Go at the same time, a phantom of his blade followed the attack, aiming to slice through both her tendons at once. And upon that attack, he’d mark her in the process.

Reiatsu: 5925/7000

Shikai (1/7) - 200
Sairento Satsugai - 150
Go - 100
Mark of Fate - 25 (2 from Go)
Rakuyo - 600

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{Stats & Skills}

Aevus

Strength - 200 (140)
Speed - 400 (600)
Spiritual Pressure - 400 (700)
Reiatsu Strength - 100 (60)
Light Aura - 50
Dark Aura - 50
Instinct - 150
Senses - 150
Energy Sensory - 0
Healing Expertise - 0

Lumina

Strength - 100 (70)
Speed - 150 (225)
Spiritual Pressure - 350
Reiatsu Strength - 50 (30)
Light Aura - 50
Dark Aura - 50
Instinct - 150
Senses - 150
Energy Sensory - 100
Healing Expertise - 0

•[Weapon: Katana] [3]
•[Stealth] [3]
•[Battle Analysis] [2]
•[Strength of Will] [2]
•[Hoho] [3]
•[Acrobatics] [1]