I beleive in Santa's Claws! Like I beleive in my fists! [R,

[Arantima Kawada]

Thread Title: I beleive in Santa's Claws! Like I beleive in my fists! [R, NDE]
Participants: Arantima Aoire, Santa Ajora
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: in the wilds of the Rukongai there is a mildly wooded area that has been clear of disturbance for some time. This area has been reported recently to have been filled with a Black fleshy substance that lashes out at those who get too close.
Special Conditions: None
Circumstances: Arantima Aoire, 5th seat of squad 10 is being sent to investigate a disturbance in the wilds. Santa Ajora has found her way into the Soul society and has been wandering about the Wilds trying to get closer to the Rukongai districts.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Walks out through the wilds, having one of his Twin Whiskers drawn, prodding around in the under brush making sure he doesnt miss anything that might be hidden from his sight. Arantima lets out a soft chuckle as he prods into a small nest and a furry little critter runs out chittering and chattering angrily at Arantima who shoo's the creature back to its nest.   He had been out in the wilds searching for a half hour or so now and has found nothing. He always did wonder at Hotaru's strict desire at sending him out like this.

Hotaru-sama sends me out on such strange missions.. Surely we have those that are better trained to search out these sorts of things? Though i suppose it.. is her desire to see me do well? or perhaps she sends me as to not endanger the others when the risk is not fully known? We shall see i suppose? His train of though suddenly stops as he comes across a clearing, lightly wooded still and.. Covered in a pool of black sludge.  His gaze slides over this writhing  fleshy sludge before he sees a creature somewhere near the center of this pool.

The creature he is gazing upon is vile.. unlike any other creature he has seen before. The mask, while clearly a Hollow's mask was bloody red and not bone-like. He looked to the clearing and saw the writhing  fleshy mounds that were similar in color to her.. Her? He Looked again and nodded yeah that was a feminine shape but .. nope Hollow Arantima.. Keep your head cool. He drew his second blade and stepped out into the clearing, clearly making himself able to be seen and heard.

He Sees the Pool and the Creature it is essentially flowing from and flicks his swords to the sides, getting accustomed to their weight in his sealed hands before pointing the sword in his right hand towards the Hollow And As he lifts it forward it's four and a half foot length Shining in the light of the mid-day sun. He Takes a Deep breath and calls out "Hollow! You are to be sentenced to death.. if you have any control of yourself Surrender yourself for Konso now!" He knew this to be futile, but he also knew that he had a moral center.. And he needed to try.

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Rasan Naga Floated inside the clouds of Arantima's inner world and huffed a long drawn out sound. Rasan Naga knew what Arantima was always afraid to admit.. He was not strong enough this way, he was risking too much in threatening a Hollow in this state.. Rasan Naga just could hope that Arantima Aoire lasted long enough to even attempt to Call on his power, to Break the shackles of the Broken Zanpaktuo and go beyond the bounds of his sealed soul.

[Santa Ajora]

She had been chasing the two little brats for quite some time. And honestly, she was...enjoying the time away from all of the fighting. All of the work she usually had to do in order to rip and tear into beings, to force them into submission. But these two? They were all too simple to play with. The pair had been some sort of couple. A happy little pair, both blonde, both blue eyed, both of them so happy and carefree. Weak as well.

They were strong by rukongai standards, perhaps they could have even qualified as shinigami, but they were just pluses. They saw her coming, and that is why they felt the urge to run from her garden. But they could only run so fast. And when she caught up to them, she had broken their legs. She had let them attack her, let them struggle, allowed them to even use some strange form of kido on her, attacking her with their sheer spiritual power.

But it had been for nothing. When their attacks simply smoldered against her flesh and sloughed off, she watched them begin to sob, to hold eachother even as the flesh began growing over their bodies. And that's when she heard that shout. she didn't bother turning. But the mass of flesh just before Aoire turned to him. Eyeballs shifted in his direction and she was made aware of him. The couple were aware of him too. And he'd hear their shouts for help. Before the screaming started.

Before those hands from the ground came in, grabbing them, and breaking them. He would hear the sound of bones and flesh ripping and popping, as their bodies weren't consumed, but twisted, broken, and forced into balls of meat, bone, and skin, that her tail slithered over to and sank into, numerous little mouths growing out of the sides of her tail to begins crunching and eating the little human dumplings she'd made for herself.

Slowly, Ajora turned to stare in the shinigami's direction, and in the few seconds it took to consume the rukongai couple, she actually giggled softly to herself. And once she was done, her entire body was swallowed by blackness, reality simply seeming to close it's mouth around her, and the garden stopped growing. She wasn't moving ridiculously fast. She was gone, missing, nowhere. And in just a brief moment afterward, she was so very suddenly behind him, and the shinigami found himself suddenly surrounded by over a hundred feet of viscera growing from the ground in every direction. Hands suddenly growing out of the ground at his feet to latch onto his ankles, as spikes of bone began growing beneath his soles, aiming to slide up and stab him through his feet.

In the same vein, that long, whip-like tail of Ajora's lashed out to aim to rip across the man's back, to slam him into the ground where limbs and spikes would greet him, for all intents and purposes the woman was merely playing with the shinigami Even as that incredible dark aura of murderous intent weighed down on him like a black veil, and she stared at him, wondering what it was that possessed him to challenge her. Surely he was insane? She was going to rip him apart. She was going to consume him.

"You do not belong here. I was one a kind woman. I would have spared you. That part of me is gone after I was interrupted by one of your Lieutenants. Little shinigami. Please be a dear, and get the hell out of my garden. Or I will eat you like I ate them." She warned the young man. That vicious, hateful stare like some sort of knife to is back. Of course, it was a lie. She had every intention of killing and eating him. It was simply a matter of her own mild patience.

She was so much more careful now. So much more meticulous. So much more...patient.

-75 reiatsu for Ulcera
Ulcera speed: 1000

2925/3000 reiatsu remaining

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{Ajora's Stats}
SP: 1300 (600 from Class, 700 from Training)

Strength:160 points
Speed: 200 points
Sppr: 200 points x1.5 (300 points)
Rei strength: 400 points x1.5 (600 points)

La: 7
Da:93

Instinct: 190 points x 0.65 (124 Points)
Senses: 150 points x.65 (97 points)
ES: 0 points x0.33 (0 points)
Healing Efficiency: 0 points

Weapon:Firearms 2
Crafting- Firearms and Munitions: 2
Crafting-Traps: 2
Biochemistry: 2
Battle Analysis: 1
Anti-Stealth: 2
Stealth: 2
Disguise: 2

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima's face contorted from the sounds of the bones breaking. His mind going back to the time he had fought Shokan kawada, The flat of a blade coming into contact with his clavicle. He knew the feeling of breaking and the sound was intimate in his memory. He Couldn't flinch however, Knowing he was here to deal with the problem. He took his left hand and placed it on the hilt of his Zanpakuto as he watched the creature before him. He looked on, being able to do little else.

He looked down into the eyes that formed from the pool of Viscera just before himself and he looked around at the rest of the viscera that seemed to amplify and project the screaming from the pair of pluses that were being devoured in such a painful way. He  took a slow step backward away from the Sludge like mass before him as he saw the pluses getting devoured, seeing that this sludge is capable of cocooning spiritual beings and crushing them.

His Aura allowing him to resist the Fear and creep factor from others slightly.. but mostly allowing him to understand that this creature was cruelty, malice and patience incarnate and.. Something that was not going to just try and kill him. He began to Draw Rasan Naga swiftly but suddenly the Creature before him was not there, The creature was not there and then he felt the warm fleshy sludge around his ankles.

He Looked down and then his gaze went around over his shoulder as spikes drove up through his Clogs and into his feet. He let out soft sounds of pain and discomfort, still standing resistant to pain. The Lash to his back however hits him squarely between the shoulder blades and knocks him forward landing with his face turned into the sea of spiked flesh to puncture his body along it's almost entire length with fairly deep spikes.

He Coughs up a bit of blood, Not having yet dropped his sword or his Zanpakuto and he grins at the Hollow as it speaks. I do not belong here? i am a shinigami.. this is the soul society.. I belong here. You do not you.. His mind is reeling with anger and he grits his teeth before he laughs "You.. Will.. Try.. .. You should have.. Taken my offer.. Rend and Tear.. Rasan Naga.." The Zanpakuto Breaks and forms Bracers around his wrists and Ankles. Arantima's Body begins to steam as his muscles bulge and grow, his flesh reddens with the heat and strain from his Release.

Arantima picks himself up, flexing his body and Stretching slowly, as if he beleives he has the time to do so. it is clear to any creature that this man is.. While still the same being, still holding the same identity is not the same creature that was there a mere moment before. "The Boy is an Arrogant beast.. Always trying to fight without me until he is hit.. And.. What a good hit that Was lady.. " the voice is Distinct and clearly different. An older voice, more experienced and understanding of it's own limitations.

"You are a Hollow So I will not apologize for what Happens next.. But Be warned once my influence over the body ceases.. He Becomes unstoppable.." He takes a Single Step and Flash steps Forward, just to the edge of her Viscera blood still flowing from his torso's puncture wounds, he is facing her and his eyes have gone over completly black and blank now.. His breathing is heavier and his stance agressive. The calm and cooly collected shingami that was there to toy with has now become some sort of demon.

5200/5400 Reaitsu

Spent 200 Reiatsu to Release Shikai

20 posts of release

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Current Stats - Unsealed State

Strength - [235] Points - 58 Sealed - 705 Unsealed
Speed - [235] Points - 78 sealed - 235 Unsealed
Spiritual Pressure - [180] Points - 60 Sealed - 540 Unsealed
Reiatsu Strength - [150] Points - 50 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
Dark Aura - [50] Points
Light Aura - [50] Points
Instinct - [150] Points - 50 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
Senses - [150] Points - 50 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Skills (14/16 SKP used)


[Strength of Will] [2]
[Martial Arts (Hakuda)] [2]
[Pain Tolerance] [2]
[Bleeding Tolerance] [2]
[Memory] [2]
[Weapons - Way of the Winding Dragon (Dual Sword Style)] [2]
[Ho Ho] [2]

[Santa Ajora]

This was an interesting Transformation. She was....fascinated. With one fell swoop, the baby bird before her transformed into a an eagle. the monster of a shinigami was suddenly actually a threat to her. But as he flashed to the edge of her area, he was not safe. No less than four of those countless limbs, each of them hiding in the mass of other flesh fired bala, the four powerful rounds roaring out to slam squarely into the center of the shinigami's chest the size of desks aimed to slam into him and explode, not only to damage him, but to disorient him.

She was interested in this transformation, but not overly so. If anything he would be just much more gamey, vanishing while those bala were exploding, reappearing behind him once again as her mind flexed, the name of the technique thought in her mind, but not said aloud. Manu Mortis. In that very instant, flesh would grow from every single inch of the shinigami's body. His mouth would fill with it, his eyes would be covered, along with his ears, and everything else. Leaving him with nothing but his energy sensory to go off of. He would be unable to simply flex the flesh from his body, and even gravitational pressure wouldn't do it.

If he wanted it off, he would have to manually rip it from his body. All the while, Ajora's tail streaked out, looking for that wound she'd left in his back, aiming to BURY her tail into that break in the man's flesh, seeking to get through his body, which she assumed would be much tougher now, but a wound generally could not defend, the flesh and muscle there was broken and unable to flex. She aimed to dig that tail inside before ripping it back out viciously, intending to further damage his muscles.

"I'm going to eat you. No matter how enraged and mindless you become. No matter how you build yourself up. You are nothing to me." She hissed as the ground around him qould grow so very rapidly, before he even knew it, the flesh would be all the way up to his neck as bone needles and claws would reach through the flesh growing on his skin. She could not, sadly, actually control the flesh that grew off of him, but that wasn't too bad. She sent snakes of ligaments and bone to slither in and used them like tentacles to feel around for those wounds from before the fight had started, seeking to worm them into his body like little barb-wire worms. To slither inside of his body, his nostrils, his ears.

She had trained herself for a very specific purpose. One that this Shinigami could never understand. For ages and ages there was one totalitarian rule. That Arrancar were powerful, and that Hollows were just fodder. To shinigami. To Humans. Nobody ever feared a hollow once they reached a certain level. They were just considered easy prey. She hated it. Not only did she want to be strong. But she was determined to bring an espada to their knees. As a mere hollow, she wanted to defeat a powerful arrancar. To defy the label that was put on her very SPECIES.

As she sent those tentacles of flesh to sew themselves into the man's body and begin ripping at his flesh from the inside, she could not imagine a mere shinigami knowing anything about a dream like hers. She used her powers of stealth to remain hidden. Her own spiritual energy was suppressed, and her garden radiated it constantly, that ontop of the flesh covering the man's sensory organs, she felt safe to attack him as she felt fit to. But even so....she was on edge.

Too many times she had been in the throws of victory onlt to have it snatched. And this one? This...mere shinigami? He reminded her of that Lieutenant. It caused her a slow, seething hatred. One that she suppressed immediately despite herself. As much as she wanted to tear this thing apart, she couldn't allow herself to become too careless. She had to stay more aware of herself for the rest of this fight. Manu Mortis was a costly technique, she would have to try and conserve from here on out.

-600 Reiatsu for Class 3 Manu mortis
Flesh now constantly grows from living as well as nonliving targets at a speed of 30 inches per post
Post 1/8 of Manu Mortis
-200 Reiatsu for 4x Bala
-75 Reiatsu for Ulcera
2050/3000 Reiatsu Remaining

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Looked at the Bala being thrown at him, his eyes registering that they were dangerous. He Started to run forward at full sprint and flash stepped, Disappearing from sight for a split second (traveling 2350 speed). The Shinigami that had become a demon was  a master of flash step and an expert of HoHo Techniques, it was the Evasion that his body defaulted to. He Appeared mere moments later, directly in-front of Santa before the flesh starts to flow and form up and around himself.

That was what turned him quizzical. He started ripping at the flesh at first, Growling and roaring before The Sky darkens. Clouds forming and swirling, A Gust forming and roaring winds. As Arantima Ripped and tore at the flesh uselessly, the sky formed into A dark looming cloud, storm clouds forming for 75 feet in any given direction. The Rain that begins is torrential, the droplets are the worst and thickest raindrops anyone's ever experienced.

The Storm is hurricane like and the air inside gets heavier. Anything that is within this storm is Rocked and shaken by his Strength, the air is the worst and heaviest experience, Almost like Gravitational pressure but almost worse. It doesn't tug at the soul it tugs at the physical being that makes anything in it's influence unable to move, being pulled heavily down to the ground like it is being forced down continuously by Arantima.

He Watches as the Sludge is Weighed down and Sloughs off of his form on it's own accord, his body being unaffected by the forces pushing down anything and everything within the bounds of his storm. He Looks at Santa and  Roars out, a Deep and bellowing roar backed up by the power of his lungs before he beings to Send three blows directly Towards her, Shock waves backing up the strikes as he lashes out trying to dig a hole into the earth under her through her body.


-125 Reiatsu for Activating Kamu Arashi

-25 for Flash step

5050/5400 Reiatsu

Kamu Arashi in below Spoiler

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{Spoiler - Click To View}Kamu Arashi - "The storm Fuels my Rage, can you feel the hate?"

The Raging storm is an evolution of the Haisui Ame. The Rain gets heavier, thicker and more harsh as it begins to buffet his opponent and anyone within the 1200 square foot radius, Centered on Arantima in one contiguous square that can not be broken up into peices. This storm Follows Arantima at his base speed regardless of what speed Arantima may be moving at, it likewise does not begin to follow until he is at the edge of the effect and steps outside of it. While in the storm, opponents feel as though they're being pressed down with a force equal to Arantima's offensive stat. If they have an offensive stat equal to 50% of Arantima's offensive stat, then they can stand and move around, but only at half speed, still fighting against the pressure of it. And if they have superior strength, they can fight as normal.

To those inside the rainstorm it is like being on the edge of the eye of a Hurricane, the wind forces and water volume are immense and taxing, draining the strength from their bodies, while seeming to feed the rage inside Arantima. The Rain induces a Rage inside Arantima, As that rage gets worse his strength increases. Arantima's Strength increases by 50 each post, up to 2x his base strength, no higher.

Cost - 125 per post

Weakness - Much like Haisui Ame before it Kamu Arashi can be fled from by entering a building, With the same time frames for reforming clouds. To create a bubble of safety The opponent must have a superior spiritual attack stat . Haisui Ame, Kamu Arashi, Asshukuraudo, Kuraudobāsuto and Hama Noe May not be used at the same time.

+50 Strength for one post of Kamu Arashi

755 Strength = 377 strength required to move at 50% speed.

[Santa Ajora]

The storm was a surprise. And An Annoyance. Once that heavy rain began slamming down around her, her body was wrapped in shadow, her body trembling for just a moment before thaty fleshy form turned it's attention back to Aoire, buckling, dropping to the ground under the weight of the rain as he launched his assault. Those fist plowed through flesh, rattling the body as it was torn apart, obliterating the body with a massive hole in nothing but flesh. The entire skeleton of the body was gone, and the taur simply seemed to crumple into nothing before him.

Above those Stormy clouds, far far above the battlefield, Ajora stood on air platforms, new flesh growing on every inch of her body, having left the flesh behind. It was replaceable, Her bones are what mattered, her bones are what truly held her essence. But it did occur to her. That this was a pain in her ass. That rain was an issue. Not just because it stopped her Death grasp from having any use, but she herself could not stand to be under it. She would lose her ability to move about freely.

For the time being, that simple beast would not have a clue where she was. She was above his ridiculous clouds. High above him where he could not see or sense her. Not to mention hear her. This ridiculous release was a pain. Should she just wait it out? Wait until he had exhausted all of his energy? No, this boy likely would be a pain to her. Perhaps she should just ignore him? Honestly she needed him to go back to his weaker form. But that could take forever. This was...annoying. And she had already used up so much reiatsu! But...that was the thing wasn't it?

She was a hollow. She had all the time in the world. And he was a mere shinigami. He couldn't stay released forever. She didn't have a release. All she needed to do was wait for him to tire out and end his release. Once that was done, the boy would be ripe for a culling. She just needed that idiot to keep fighting her flesh. That flesh, even if it was pinned ot the ground, wasn't done. Soon, instead of flesh, nothing grew but pure bone. Massive needles growing out of the ground, stabbing into him from every angle

With bone, it was too rigid to force to the ground, and it wasn't an attack so it couldn't break the bone itself. If anything, it would be perfect. A landscape of sharp bone needles for the monster to suffer over. Of course, even if the flesh constantly growing off him drpipped down, it still didn't stop growing, so vision and the like would still be a hazard and a difficulty. For the next few moments, he would still have to suffer the technique.

-25 Reiatsu for AAP Class 7
2025/3000 Remaining reiatsu

[Arantima Kawada]

The Pummeling Goes through the fleshy mass until it looses form. He Flesh growing around his flesh is being forced down off of him fast enough that he can move safely but it still is getting in the way of his vision for the moment. He Stops and sloughs off the fleshy growths from his face and arms. His Body was Getting more and more powerful, Fed by the rain and storms that were raging High high above his head up with the clouds in the sky.

The Demon Shinigami was startled only for a moment as the bones started to form out of the flesh, He jumped back and began pounding the bone structures into dust that quickly became pasted in the water. He is raging at the fact that he can not find this creature that was before him not moments ago. His body is Rippling with musculature as the storm seems to be feeding his strength and power.  The Blows that he is throwing sending shock-waves to pound the bones that are formed into powder.

The Rage building from below the storm is all encompassing. But The Hollow has a Singular view of the cloud that not many have had in the past. The top of the cloud has a Roiling Green Dragon back that crests over the top of the cloud cover every few moments, the green dragon is crackling with lightning and power. The top of the Clouds roil and churn but.. For the most part seem calmer than anything else below them. The Roaring from below is parroted by the green dragon in the clouds.

The Body below is Roaring and pummeling shockwaves at the bones forming around himself. He is Roaring, roaring loudly and lashing out before he draws his Dragon whiskers. He Screams out incoherently and slices out in a rage. Forcing his Blades to send out raging shockwaves of slicing force that cut through the earth and trees. Sending out a Cutting Whirlwind of death in a 360 degree area reaching just outside of his storms range.

The Storm begins to die.. The Winds fall dead silent and the rain goes down. And Arantima Flash steps about Three hundred feet away from the Center of his storm. He Sheathes both of his swords and strips off the rest of the flesh before he  visibly Calms and holds his head. His body releaxes and his body visibly weakens. He looks around and shudders, hoping and praying to whatever gods will hear him that he is right that the Creature has left the area or is pummeled into a pulp.

Naga... We need to Work on this.. I Can not keep going into that state just to fight.. just to be capable of defending myself properly.. The Shinigami has his eyes closed and is sheathing his newly recreated Zanpakuto. His Back is turned and he is concentrating on his Zanpkuto it seems. You are Too weak to hold your power yet Arantima! You can not handle this power without my guidance!! I Am... You fool.. She is not gone..

[Santa Ajora]

She was a little....surprised.That the storm was so Intricate. The dragon was truly a sight to behold, and indeed made her wonder if indeed there was some inherent weakness to the ability. It certainly didn't seem like a very fair move. But then again, was fighting ever fair? Did it even matter that this shinigami didn't know her plight? Was there some balance to all of this? With a slow, cold determination, she decided that there wasn't. It didn't matter that this shinigami would know nothing about what she'd been through. It didn't matter.

None. Of. it. Mattered.

She had her reiatsu suppressed when she spilled into reality behind the shinigami. And for just an instant. She felt a little consideration. Her ability was a form of radiation. contrary to how many believe it worked, the flesh did not simply sprout from nothing. It wouldn't begin, until she bled. Her blood degraded, radiated a special sort of spiritual particle that penetrated surfaces and caused her growth. So there was a bit of a delay between when she arrived and when that flesh would begin to show. A gap before the shinigami would have any clue she was there.

And she used that moment to move that tail in, slowing herself down, but still going miles above the shinigami's own speed or reflexes, making sure that her tail thrust forward and would aim to pierce straight through the core of the shinigami's chest. Not through the heart, as so many seemed to think. But there was some sort of...spot. Not just in shinigami, but in all things. She remembered a shinigami once, that executed an almost instantanious move that stabbed the target through that spot, obliterating their powers. A kuchiki, to be precise.

She aimed for that spot. The Soul Sleeve. Of course, she didn't know that there were actually two spots. The Soul Sleeve and the Soul Sleep. But it wouldn't much matter. That tail would aim to slam through the shinigami, and just as the bone began growing from the ground, seeking to pierce through the shinigami's feet, as well as bone spikes growing out of the tail she attmpted to stab the shinigami with, she hissed softly. And then remembered why it was she had never really had it in her to kill shinigami.

He didn't know.

But for once, she actually felt like informing him. She would try to reach out, and grasp onto him, to squeeze around his middle so that the bleeding stopped. To try and keep him skewered on her tail. But even if all of that failed, she would still speak. That dripping tone pealing out. "I don't know what you are. And It's always so interesting. I can almost taste it.Did you know, that you ambition has a taste? Did you know that it tickles on my tongue when I find a soul that is growing?"

That head gave a slow, slow shake as she stared forward. "I wonder if this is the first time a Hollow has ever set a challenge for you. Would you believe, that some consider slaying hollows to be a light form of training? It's infuriating. To kill us is one thing. Purify. Whatever. To rob us of our minds and reduce us to the pieces we were. But to see us as mere sport. I cannot imagine anything more upsetting. And for a while, I've had nobody to talk to about this. So....how about a deal shinigami?"

The spikes would slough off of her tail, and instead nothing but blood would drip from it, oozing into his wound with that black tar-like liquid. Assuming she had actually managed to pierce him. There was no reason she shouldn't, but if she somehow hadn't, that tail would just drip menacingly onto the ground. "You listen. We talk. Like civilized entities. You say why you want to be stronger. And I prattle on about my own. And in exchange. I let you pull out that release of yours again. It feels so painful, that ridiculous rain. But at the very least, It beats me tearing you apart right now?

After all. After seeing it once. I'm fairly sure I cn kill you before you release completely."

-150 reiatsu (forgot to pay for ulcera last post)
3000 Reiatsu remaining

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima didn't even understand what that sensation was until it was too late. He Was.. His hand moved up to touch his chest just slightly, there was.. He Fell.. No he was being held aloft up off of his knees by something and there it was, that was the pain that he knew should follow. There was a Strong spine running through him from shoulder blade to.. Well the other side of his entire being. He Coughed up blood and  Stomped his feet back up under himself once more. He held a hand over his mouth as blood spilled out onto the ground below him, staining the grass crimson before that Blackened Sludge began to form over everything once again.

Then his Senses overwhelmed him in a soft second, Everything every tiny inch of that Tail sinking deepper into his body flowed over his senses as his eyes went wide. He felt the flesh part, opening before the stinger like it was a zipper, the muscle tearing and ripping. The worst thing was the bone breaking under the assault, dislocating and crunching so loud in his ears that he couldnt hear until the air came rushing back into his lungs and his hearing came back to him. I don't know what you are. Those words rang through his being.

You are a dragon! She is Worthless and Heedless! Release now! .. But Do not Lock her down with the Calm storm. End her, Take her life with Hama noe.. My Accursed mist born of rage,, the subtle encroaching rage that does not unleash until it is to late! DEVOUR HER ARNATIMA!! DEVOUR HER!! the voice that rang out in his head was louder than the crunching that had just erupted in his ears moments before. His breathing is heavy and labored, gargling slightly with blood as it mixed with his saliva and dripped from his mouth.

He Stood there for what seemed like a year to himself but was merely moments before he was being embraced by this creature.. Squeezed, not in  deadly fashion but one designed to keep him alive? He Turned his head to stare back at the hollow before coughing and nodding to the words it was speaking. I've never thought of hollows as simple.. each is a challenge.. this .. this one.. More so than usual.. His eyes were cloudy and hazy with the strain before he nodded to the last bits of her speech.


"i Can not promise.. Civilized.. Conversation if i release.. When i release Rasen Naga Takes over and.. His drive is to destroy. " He Coughs gently before looking don to the spike through his chest. "If i release.. i also can not garuntee that Rain again.. Rasen naga has Many storms.. Five to be exact.. Each different from the last. Twin Rains.. the Mist.. the Ash.. And the Wind.. " He Wavers a Moment before coughing again and continuing. "I Want.. to Be stronger, to prove to everyone that.. With.. Enough determination, and enough perseverance.. Anyone can become a Monster. Anyone Can protect those they care about.. "

Arantima Takes in a ragged breath and squeezes the Hilt of his Zanpakuto "My Zanpakuto.. Does not Truly Belong to me.. so much as i to it.. it Controls my power and forces me to be weak without it.. I Am beginning to lose trust in it.. " He lets his sword arm hang low and limp, Blood draining from his body slowly, more slowly than it might for most people but still as a fast enough rate to weaken him considerably.

[Santa Ajora]

This was...unexpected. Those eyes narrowed as of all things. The shinigami seemed... so much like herself. Trying to prove himself. He was looked down upon as well. This...this was a mistake. The notion of having to...ignore him. To let him go? She had planned on consuming him, tearing him apart and eating his essence. But she felt....sympathy. It was a drawback of her evolution. That she was no longer blinded by her own urges. She normally could have ignored it.

Sad sap stories were common. Disgustingly so. But this was not sappy. It was......simply something she empathized with. She understood him. And she hated that he was a shinigami. she hated that he was not a hollow like her. She could have paired up with him! A partner in crime! But it was not meant to be. She realized that he was.....potential. That darkness in his zanpaku'to. Whatever it was. It seemed fairly hollow like. Could he perhaps be one of those Vizard? She had no idea....

She let a thick, slimy sap ooze from her tail inside of him, and slowly pulled that long tail out of him, dragging that vicious length of sharp bone from him as she narrowed her eyes, even as the ground around them flourished in her garden. Bathing their surroundings in red. "You will probably die. From this wound I would imagine. Unless that precious zanpaku'to of yours can heal your wounds. Go. Return to your cradle in soul society. IF you survive, you have earned your life. If not? Then I will simply track you down, and consume you." She hissed, stuffing a mass of flesh into his wound, stopping it up before dropping him onto the ground, narrowing her eyes as she stared down at him.

The air hissed, shrinking from her body as the atmosphere was peeled away, and the blackness of ulcera wrapped around her body, swallowing her up bit by bit, those eyes never ceasing to stare at the shinigami as she let out a hiss. "If you wish. Seek out a Lieutenant that controls Stone. She was the last shinigami to drive me away. Train well. The next time we meet, I will not be so kind to you. You will almost certainly die. Consider this.... an enormous act of good fortune. take thanks, that your ambitions are so pathetic, that they reminded me of mine." She hissed, just before the ulcera swallowed her completely, and she departed.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima's Eyes were barely open as he heard the Hollow talk. He heard, Sympathy in her voice, some form of kindred spirit in her. He Grinned just slightly before he felt the Spin being ripped from his form and he made pained gurgling sounds and pathetic sobbing. He was in great amounts of pain, greater than he had been even when Shokan kawada beat him within an inch of his life. At least Shokan had stopped when he passed out, but this fight has taken him beyond that.. the pain receptors in his brain were firing so rapidly his brain couldn't shut down.

The World was going dark before he felt her stop his wound with a mass of flesh. He hit the ground with a loud thud and began to crawl away. He could not speak, He could only crawl knowing that if he didn't move he was going to pass out. Release me and we will live.. Refuse and everything you have worked for will die with you.. RELEASE ME! Arantima heard Rasen naga Screaming out in his head.  The Call was right and Arantima knew it.. But he also knew that Something was wrong with Rasen naga

Arantima Couldnt move.. He could barely breathe..  He Stopped and drew Rasen naga, Releasing him and trusting him to take them home Safely.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+300 TP to Arantima
+300 TP to Santa +100 for Victory. Can be converted to 200 CTP/SP or 400 TTP. You know the drill.