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When those hands began to trace themselves down his face and towards his throat he felt a surge of panic. Nebel couldn't be activated through a grapple, and Luke wasn't sure he could use Schatten to escape if his throat was being choked. His panic was transferred to both Springflut and Jäger, the latter of whom was literally shaking the cage to try and get out. But without Luke saying the command the Doll couldn't come forth. With his arms pinned he couldn't create a weapon or attack her. He might have actually been fucked if it wasn't for Springflut. But she asked him that question again. She once again asked him why he would want to protect people. Why did people want to get close to her? Luke couldn't answer, as he was currently being strangled.

But she was cut off when she noticed Springflut rushing towards the pair. Her hands left Luke's throat as she turned her attention to the Doll. She ended up getting up off of Luke to handle Springflut, and in that moment Luke rolled. He rolled himself a few feet away from Alicia and back up to his feet as she prepared herself for his Doll. From the cuts she applied to herself earlier came her own blood, stretching and morphing into their own sick blades. Once again Luke detected the usage of the technique he had felt earlier. "Ziege Dich!" Luke stated, releasing Jäger instantly once he realized what was going on. The shadow Doll immediately went to work infected every shadow that Luke's own infected one came in contact with. Since they were fighting at night, this meant that Jäger had essentially spread everywhere.

Springflut noticed the blades just too late. He suddenly felt pain ripping through his sides as her disgustingly fast blades ripped through him. "Guuraah!" He bellowed, lurching forward as deep wounds tore open along his side. One of his hands met the ground as he fell forward, struggling to maintain his footing. He hurt. Damn he hurt. Damn did it hurt. She actually hurt him. Not just one but two Quincy had managed to hurt him! Springflut felt it bubbling in his chest. He felt the ever growing anger inside him preparing to explode. Everything was getting fuzzy. Damn her...damn her damn her damn her. Damn him as well. Damn his uselessness! Damn his weakness! Why is he so weak why is my Bount so weak why am I stuck with someone so weak!! Springflut was beginning to slip. But when he raised his head, with anger burning in his eyes, he saw something that caught his attention.

When Springflut had begun to fall because of Alicia's attack. Before she turned around to talk to Luke once again, the Bount already began to move. Two blades, seemingly made of nothing but air and reiatsu, appeared in both his hands that were immediately consumed by the flames of Chakra. But he wasn't done there. As Alicia attacked Springflut, Luke activated something. Veins across his body would bulge and become illuminated with streaking green light beneath the skin. He activated a technique that he had only begun to grasp the concept of learning. It was nowhere near Mastered. It was barely even at a stage Luke could use it. But he had no choice. This fight was life or death. Luke had no choice in this matter.

So he activated Movement Mastery; Boost.

Everything was slow. Luke's speed had jumped 3x its normal value. This wasn't a step technique. This was something similar to Alicia's own Hirenkyaku. There was a reason for that. Because this technique was one Luke started trying to learn after his fight with Amalia. After seeing her own Hirenkyaku he had begun trying to imitate the speed it had given her. Granted he had started with trying to use Willpower as the base of the technique, but decided later that Movement was the way he needed to take things. Boost had given all of his movements a 3x boost to their normal speed (900). But there was more to it than that. Because Luke didn't just use Boost. He also used the fastest Step Technique he had;

Rauch.

Movement was a 3x boost. Schiene was a 7x boost. Rauch was a 10x boost. It was mostly similar to Shunpo, the technique that Shinigami used, except for the added effect it had. Trailing behind Luke during the step was a cloud of smoke similar to the one created by Nebel. When someone looked it would appear as if Luke had become smoke and was heading towards her, but this was merely a trick to throw someone off. Luke was traveling faster than the trail of smoke. Using Boost to increase his base Speed and then Rauch meant that Luke flung himself at Alicia with a speed of 9000. And what did he do with that Speed?

He had attacked when Alicia still had her back to him, to attack Springflut, and used these speed boosts to get the drop on her. Both of those Class 3 Air Arsenal swords, boosted by Chakra, would be shoved directly into Alicia's back. Beneath the shoulder blades and out the front end, Luke intended to perform a high speed double stab. With her attention focused on the larger Doll, and him moving at such god damn ridiculous speeds, and her crumbling mind alongside her already lackluster sensory stats, meant that Alicia blocking or dodging this attack would be nigh impossible. But it didn't end there. Luke felt something in his legs snap. It hurt to stand on them. But he couldn't stop. Not until she was brought down.

Sorry not sorry stealing that song

"Jäger!!" Luke screamed, not giving Alicia even a fucking second to react to what was happening. Beneath her, in the ankle deep water, came two hands from beneath the surface. Arms as black as the night and seemingly made from shadows reached for her and aimed to stab those sharp fingers directly into her legs beneath the knees. If successful in stabbing her, Jäger would immediately retreat using Rückzug. Alicia's leg wounds would immediately explode in pain as if someone was shoving dry ice into every inch of her lower legs and feet. They would became transparent and dark, as if made from shadows themselves. But maiming her wasn't everything that was going to happen, because Luke still didn't pull his swords free from her. "You want to know why? Because there has to be somebody willing to fight the monsters that come crawling out of the dark! There has to be someone willing to protect people from people like you! And to stop more like you from being made! Springflut do it god damn it!" Luke shouted, his attention shifting to the Doll.

Springflut looked at Luke, as if unsure of what to do, before curling his fingers through the mud. He applied pressure to his feet, and then lunged at them. "Absturz!!" The Doll bellowed, before suddenly exploding. He exploded into water. Springflut's own step technique, Absturz, was one that they had discovered had some disgusting attack potential. Using this step technique turned Springflut into water, and as he travelled from point A to point B he would continue to create Water Echoes. For each Echo made 2500lb of water was added to the 2400 Speed and 800 Strength rushing towards Alicia and Luke. This meant that by the time it reached them, the wave would have had over tens of thousands of pounds of water added to it. Luke, with his eyes shut, braced for impact.

It hurt. It was like getting hit by a fucking truck. The air was knocked from his lungs and he lost his grip on the swords he had embedded in her back. He wasn't actually sure if he was conscious as he bounced around in the current. He knew he couldn't breathe. But something weird happened. Suddenly there was no more current. Suddenly he wasn't being taken for a ride in the wave. Everything had stopped. Opening his eyes and then quickly turning on his side to barf up water, Luke realized he was in some kind of bubble. A sphere of water had surrounded him, seperating him from the wave produced by Springflut. Just what was this? The Bount blinked, before noticing the top of the bubble was vanishing as the water levels lowered due to the wave's power dissipating.

Soon enough, the bubble that had been surrounding him was gone. Luke had been washed a hell of a long way away from where they had been fighting. The Bount pushed himself up, slowly, from his knees wincing. His god damn everything hurt. Had it not been for Springflut using Atem, he was sure he'd be dead. But where was Springflut? Where was Alicia? "I'm here idiot." Luke suddenly heard in his head. When did you-- He began to ask but was quickly interupted. "After I used Atem to save your worthless life. I used it right before you got hit, so most of the impact hit that bitch and not you. My wounds are too deep...I retreated so I didn't die again...don't call on me for awhile..." Springflut explained, before Luke noticed his consciousness fading to the furthest reaches of Luke's soul.

It was like a retelling of the fight with the Quincy. Springflut used Absturz again after being mortally wounded. This time, though, Springflut didn't die. Luke realized he was further down the highway. He couldn't even see the ruins of the bus. Just how far had he been pushed? "Jäger are you-" Luke had begun to ask, just before the Doll came rising out of the water lapping at Luke's legs. "That was a stupid move, you know?" The Doll scolded. Looking at the muscular shadow monster, Luke just shrugged as his breathing began to grow heavy. "Didn't...really have any other ideas." He confessed, noticing it was beginning to get hard to talk. "Where the hell is she anyways?" Luke asked. "No idea. But she's got to be nearby. You both went in the same direction. I really hope that jackasses attack worked against this one." Yeah, Luke hoped so as well.

As he stepped forward with his left leg, in preparation to go find the Quincy or his sword, he suddenly felt a horrible pain in both his legs that caused him to shout. He collapsed to the ground, splashing the water that was already halfway to his knees in depth. "What what what??" Jäger asked, hovering over Luke in concern. Gripping his left leg, Luke winced in pain. "My legs...must have torn the fucking muscles...or snapped a bone doing that..." He was referring to his use of Boost. Boost wasn't ready for combat. Luke had barely learned it. So combining such a ridiculous speed boost with Rauch had done a number to his body. He was also realizing that all those techniques he had stacked where taking their toll on him. Chakra had ended at some point when he nearly drowned, and the illumination of his feet where gone which meant Mūnran'nā had also shut off.

Dripping wet the Bount ground his teeth together. "We should get out of here." Jäger commented, turning his head left and right to see if he could spot the Quincy amongst all the water. The Doll wasn't wrong. Leaving now was probably for the best. Aside from heavy pants he was quiet for a few moments, before closing his mouth. "No...we can't. We need to make sure this is done. We gotta finish this." Luke stated, calmly, as he began forcing himself to his feet. "What what what?! Are you insane in the membrane? What if she isn't dead! What if we just pissed her off even more!" Jäger asked, clearly in panic and against this idea.

"And just let her go to keep killing people? No...we're finishing this here, Jäger." Luke stated to the Doll, a fire in his brown eyes before looking forward and limping through the thick water in the direction of where the fight had been. Jäger, shaking his head, retreated back beneath the surface of the water and into the infected shadows and followed after his master. Luke was hoping this meant the Quincy was done. Because if none of that had affected her...

Remaining Reiatsu: 2975 / 7000
-600 for Jäger release (400 + 200 for Freak)
-600 for 2x Class 3 AAA offensive panels
-600 for Movement Mastery Boost
-50 for Rauch

Springflut's Remaining Reiatsu: 650 / 1000
-150 for Absturz
-200 for Atem

Jäger's Remaining Reiatsu: 1000 / 1500
-350 for Ungesehen
-150 for Rückzug

Jäger's Duration: 1 / X

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{Jäger's Stats}
Jager | Freak

Strength - 150 - 225 Points

Speed - 300 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 200 - 150 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 400 - 600 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 150 - 112 Points

Senses - 100 Points

Energy sensory - 100 - 150 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1400 Points

[Alicia Maine]

Why couldn't she move? Why did her whole body feel numb? The Quincy was at a loss at what just happened. Before the darkness came for her there was the Doll. It's form was impressive, though its clumsiness came from it's own ego. That ego that didn't recognize the strength of a Sternritter. In it's desperate attempt to protect the Master, it allowed itself to become vulnerable. It had no sense of preserving itself. Sloppy and disgustingly oblivious as who it was fucking with. Alicia on her own was dangerous, in that cool, yet insane manner, she could deal some pain like no other. But now that wasn't it. Her tits were twisted in the wrong manner that would only knock her off her rocker.

Moving her arms became a chore as their weight grew by every passing second. Alicia struggled within the darkness that engulfed her whole. The loss in gravity made it seem as if she were floating within the dark realm's void. The same as though she were asleep. The Sternritter couldn't move. That wasn't it. She couldn't move her shoulders very well. Something had been keeping her from moving properly as she was able to before. Open your eyes she had to tell herself. Alicia's eyes spasmed, then fluttered. The light came back into the woman's as she brought pulled herself back from the depths of her own mind. Back away from the repeating darkness that loved to embrace her in it's chilling grip. A grip that she was all too familiar as the hands of the asylum never have left her body.

Off from the wet Earth the Quincy slid into an upright position. Her back arching as the weight of it was flopped back forward. The shoulders lacked the strength to pull the arms into the position that the woman required to move efficiently. And the same could have been said about her legs. Twinging with pain, they lacked the sense to stray away from their resting position. Only then did she feel what was held back by adrenaline. Only the ecstasy of her rage quelled the pain of her labors. "Kkk, guH....hhh... aaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Alicia's cry came to rival that of the bolts of lightening that roared behind the dread filled skies above. She was in pain. Her wailing was only as big as the pool of red that smothered the Earth around her. She remembered what had transpired. How she came to be in this position.

After cleaving the dumb Doll Alicia was run through. The reminiscing surges of pain and agony that came with blades piercing through skin and flesh were all too familiar to Alicia. The Soldats ran their stakes though her body in the same manner that the Bount had done during training. Alicia had been stabbed many times before by the Soldats during their training exercises that it became the norm. Pain Killers didn't really do much for besides providing her with a sense of high, because she refused to take them during her medical treatments. Not only that, but hunting down other Quincies did give them some alleviation, some means to brand her with their own marks. Something to remember them bye. It was all the same truly.

As the blades came through the woman's muscles, another pair shot forth to make her legs a matching set with that of her body. Numerous uses of reiatsu were detected before being stabbed, this much Alicia knew was for certain. That, and what would seem to be another release. Wait, the dick head was capable of releasing again? Was this guy a Shinigami? No, he couldn't be. Often on her hunts Alicia ran across the occasional Shinigami. Once or twice during hot pursuit to only rid herself of them quickly before they could call for help. Several instances they used some weird trick to turn their weapons into a completely new object. But, this wasn't it. This release was different. How could she tell? That was the simple to figure out seeing that whatever it was left it's mark on Alicia when lancing through her legs. This thing was different and yet the same as the idiot she cleaved moments before.

The two were different and yet the same in terms of presence. But that didn't matter at the time considering that the man had to ramble more about his crooked ideals. Despite asking for it, he was still trying to cover for a corrupted world. A world that willfully gave birth to the wicked humans that turned Alicia into the monster that she was. The same world that gave her the option of saving herself by killing, or the die as a child at the hands of her father. There was no God, and no Heroes. Just a sick twisted world that could only spawn more and more people that will become like her. The only people that actually saw the world for what it was. The truth behind the facade shell that it kept using again and again.

Then came the water Doll. Springflut he called it. Seemed that it was his partner, or something that mimicked it. Something that didn't seem to react in ways that the man desired it to. Springflut hesitated for a moment. The moment that was needed for the Sternritter to protect herself. Thankfully she didn't need any gestures to manipulate the blood, just to see it. It was thanks to the Bount that Alicia had all the blood that she needed to protect herself from the impact of the Doll's technique. Although diluted, the blood was still present in the water that her limp body was pressed against. Her own blood sufficed in acting as a husk for the woman to shield herself with. A shell of sorts that shaped itself into a thick shell upon the Doll's point of contact.

Alicia managed to keep herself safe from the roaring flood that was the Doll's own body. Yet, her actions were not swift enough. The moments hesitation only gave the Sternritter time to conceal the most vital sections of her body. Looking at it now, Alicia found herself with a broken leg. Crushed by the pressure caused by the tons of pressure made by the Doll's volume. She was bleeding from the series of puncture wounds, and was dealing with a limp right leg. Nausea came next. Soon, following behind as close as it could get, dizziness. Alicia was losing blood. Her level of control would keep it from flowing, though being forced to protect herself from the Doll's advances pushed Alicia into a predicament in prioritizing. Save herself, or focus on keeping the blood plunged.

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{Let the Creepy Continue}

It was as Luke feared, this was far from over. Alicia didn't care about her job. Not at this point. Not anymore. This was something else. This was about proving a point now. Her body jolted. Both enticed by the sheer bliss of what it meant to be alive, and the agonizing shocks that kept her body from operating as she wanted it to. She was torn in more ways than one. However, her property was still active. She kept her throbbing sensations to a minimal as she moved about. Her layer of protection kept her a vast majority of her body safe, meaning that she didn't have to over exert herself as she thought she would. Nope. The real problem came from moving her wounded legs. Not much an issue with the blood that been secreting around her was forcibly pulled back into her wounds. Bone chilling really.

The tenderized areas hurt like there was no tomorrow. Pretty much contaminated her body with foreign bacteria, there wasn't going to be much time left before she felt the effects of it. Plus, the drop in body temperature would soon be kicking her ass. Alicia could keep the blood from leaking, but if she prolonged this any further, than it was going to be a pain in the ass to get back. As being a pain in the ass as it was already going to be, there wasn't any other alternatives that the Quincy could see. Rather than using her useless legs to travel about, Alicia came up with the next best thing. Dancing as it did before, the red streams sprung to life. Molding around her legs, and bursting out from her wounds, new appendages were grown. Slender and strong as they were meant to be, Alicia's human form slowly ceased as the girl willed the red fluids to encase the damaged form into something resembling a spider. Geez, more like something from "The Thing."

Spider like appendages would have to suffice for the time being as the drops of blood from the woman's body roared to life, stretching outwards to cover new ground. The new stems sprung forward with a grunting woman in tow. Four legs keeping the girl partially afloat, using the hardened pointed cocoon like shell as the fifth leg. Strangely limping away from the where she felt the man. He was still alive. But for some reason, she didn't have the sense to move towards him. Instead, she marched towards another direction. She had a point to prove anyways. Oh yes. There were "others" that she needed first. Scurrying about like rodents, they managed to cover a lot of ground due to the Bount's interference. But not this time. They wouldn't get away this time around. Even as weak as she felt, it was her mind that was keeping the bloody limbs moving. And for certain, it moved much more quickly than that of a pair of legs could get. It would only be in a matter of minutes before they would come into view again.

This time it wasn't about doing a job. This was to prove a point. Not just to the Bount but to all of those involved. Alicia was going to show the entire world of what it meant to see the world for what it is. Killing wasn't a sin. It wasn't evil. Killing was justice. The Bount said it himself. Her thoughts piecing it together. The answer that she been looking for. She had to stop the monsters, and those that would create people like her. She had to stop them all, and what better way of doing that. At last, she could feel them getting closer. Did they stop to hide, or was it that she was approaching them with her speed? No matter. They would be very useful to her. This was justice. Alicia was about to carry out the justice that the corrupted world needed. And soon, very soon they will see the justice that was going to be carried out.

Drawing in the life essence that lingered in the air from Springflut's latest techniques, the light returned. Not entirely. Despite her mobility, her power required concentration. More so in the current state of her body. But, it wasn't for her own benefit to restore what reiatsu she could. Oh no. This was for something else. For those runaways to see the new form in which will bring about the justice that a cruel world deserved. The answer that the Bount himself was helping the girl come to develop. ".........hush little baby.......don't say a word.......Mama is gonna buy you a.. mock-ing..bird.." She could feel them. And her words spelled it out for them all. The Obsessed was here.

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{Reference of Body}

Remaining Reiatsu: 645/1340 ; +300 Cross/Fragment.

Properties Active 1: 1/3

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With a deep breath he closed his eyes and focused. Running his hand down the length of his right leg Luke focused past the shooting pain beneath the skin as he concentrated on collecting reiatsu around him. With all the fighting that had been going on one would assume that there would be a abundance of reiatsu in the air. But it seemed that wasn't the case because of the Quincy constantly absorbing all that reiatsu. Regardless, there was enough for him to do what he needed to do but it just meant it would take a few moments longer than he originally intended. "Come on, hurry up." Jäger beckoned, risen from the shadows behind Luke to watch over him. The Bount didn't reply because he needed to focus.

A light green aura began to consume him as particles of light the same color began to appear in the air around him and fly towards him. Focusing with his eyes closed, Luke could feel the use of Immortality Drink working its magic beneath the skin. It only took a few moments before he could tell that the damage to his muscles had been repaired through the use of his healing technique. But as he began to stand up he came to realize that the damage to his bones didn't seem to be repaired. At least I can move... Luke commented to himself, still wincing just a little bit as he began to jog with a limp. He still wasn't moving as well as he wanted, but he could at least move faster than a plain limp.

"You feel that?" Jäger suddenly asked, his voice not coming from anywhere specific. But Luke knew what he was talking about. "Yeah.." He could feel the Quincy was still alive now. Not only was she still alive, but she was up to something. He could feel the manipulation of reiatsu. Just what was she up to? Wait, she was moving. Luke realized this with a surprised blink. She was moving. Luke could tell that much. But where was she...his eye's widened with worry and fear when he realized what she was doing. A cold sweat broke across his body when he realized just where she was going. No...No no no!! Luke shouted, trying to put enough pressure on his legs to run. "No...no you bitch no!! NO!!" Luke screamed, breaking into a run despite the pain.

"Luke! I found it!" He heard Jäger suddenly shout before rising up from the water, holding Mūnran'nā in hand. Snatching the sword from his Doll as he passed, Luke was too worried and focused about what Alicia was doing to thank him. "Jäger go! You can get to her faster than me! Get going NOW!!" Luke shouted, stumbling for a moment and nearly falling into the water and onto his face. Immortality Drink had healed the muscle injury, but it didn't do anything for the bone damage. Despite his worry and desire to flee, Jäger obeyed Luke's order and started heading after Alicia. He was much faster than the Bount since he was able to travel through the infected shadows.

"Guh. Where did all this water come from?" The red haired lad asked as he watched the seemingly spontaneously generated flood become a waterfall down the hill. "Does it matter? Come on. We need to keep going." The blue haired boy said, looking back at the red haired guy, the girl, as well as the older Quincy who was in the rear. The guards from Taka's club looked at each other, the one having regained consciousness, having an idea where the water was coming from. "Come on! Stop dawdling and let's keep moving." the bus driver barked back at all of them, pushing through the tree branches and venturing deeper into the woods.

"Sir where...are we going?" the lady asked, catching up to the others. "Away from those two screw heads. But...if my memory is still good there's a drainage pipe up ahead. Two miles from there is another garage." The driver explained, wiping some rain water off of his face. "And how are you aware of this?" the elder Quincy asked. "Not my first rodeo bub. Not the first time I've been in these woods. Used to smuggle shit through these woods. Just shut up and come on." The driver said again, pushing forward.

Finally they found what they were looking for. A large sewage pipe emptying out in a run off pond. "I need to rest..." the girl said with a few pants, clearly tired. "What? We can't stop now we need to keep going!" The red haired one said with a shocked expression. "Lay off her. We haven't stopped. For all we know Sternritter O got all she wanted out of that guy and is gone." "And what if she hasn't? What if she's still coming??" As the two began to argue, both of the guards walked over to the elder Quincy who was standing a little bit away from all of them. His attention was focused on the direction they had came from.

"You feel it too?" The guard who had gotten hurt asked him. "Yes. Unlike them I can sense reiatsu. But I don't sense the conflict of both that man's and her's reiatsu anymore. Only hers." He explained, his eyes narrowing as he began fiddling with his Quincy cross. The two guards gulped, nodding with him, and focusing their own attention on the woods. "We can't rest. We need to get going, now!" He shouted, turning back towards the group and trying to get the youngsters to stop being idiots and get moving.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2825 / 7000
-150 for Class 4 Immortality Drink Healing

Jäger's Duration: 2 / X

[Alicia Maine]

OOC: Ack, sorry for the short post hue.


More... More blood.. More fear. More pain. Alicia couldn't bear it all no longer. The vision of the runaway Quincies within her grasp made her heart flutter. The tingling sensation boiled in the very pits of her stomach. Alicia's body was scrambled with the injuries of her encounter with the Bount. Not say that it was a difficult battle, though with the latest interference of her new "friend" Jyuria, the broken mind had been twisted in an unorderly fashion. It was very much like trying to fit a sphere into a cube shape outline. Nothing meshed together properly as they should have. This was the issue she faced more so than the Bount himself.

Stability wasn't Alicia's strong point, but neither was it her weakest point. The level of sensitive of her own mental state was always tipped on the borderline between logic and insanity. For Alicia, there was always a fine line as how she should carry herself. Live for today and fuck tomorrow. That was the gist of the idea that the girl desired for herself when conducting day to day activities. While those around her would see it as a lack of impulse control, Alicia was always in control of herself. But now, that scale tipped past that narrow space of "sanity." Possibly the last fragments of what remained of the girl lingered within the Sternritter. Just as Luke thought, a frightened girl who only saw a world full of lies and selfishness. Was that what life is truly comprised of?

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{More Creepy Please..}

Humans were the embodiment of desire, only kept in check by the society that they reside in. When that society held no rules or means to uphold the laws that they keep, then humans reveal who they truly are inside. That was the truth of the world. Alicia was just ahead of the curb than everyone else. Their laws and morales held no ground, only assuming a guise to show off to the world around them into believing otherwise. Liars and full of evil. Alicia couldn't bear to be like them. Alicia had no desire to remain as they are. In order to do this, the Sternritter had to break away the chains that bound her to their ways.

Alicia pushed through the trees. The bloody appendages gripped the surface of the trees to propel her forward. Every push jettisoned the broken body further towards the group. "So... hush little baby.... don't say a word...because momma...." She wanted to see them. She wanted to show how cruel and disgusting the world really was. The Shinigami, the Vandenreich, it did not matter as to who side or group that they belonged to. Eventually, everyone shows their true selves. That was what the world does, and Alicia was going to show that to Luke. Her little gift. For that reason, the people were necessary to prove it. The familiar presence was beneath her. She felt it closer than ever. Whipping the tendrils back for one final leap, the crimson eyes were revealed yet again to the scurrying group of Quincies. The glee that was storming inside could no longer be contained as it burst through the cracked lips of the Sternritter.

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{Reference}

... is gonna burn for you..... the whole damn world.." The oozing red spines shot out to her sides, awaiting for their warmth to enter into their grasps. Just as they came near, with moist lips, did another presence come to play. That same presence that caused her such pain in her legs. Dropping down on top of the ground, she knew that the Bount would be close. For that, the stage had to be set for them to play.

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It was no surprise that the girl of the group started screaming as she tried to crawl backwards, a expression of terror painted on her face. The two young Quincy boys were frozen with fear, the blue haired one not even noticing how warm and wet the crotch of his pants had become. ”Oh my god!” the driver yelled, taken aback by Alicia’s sudden and absolutely monstrous appearance. The only ones who didn’t panic were the older Quincy male, and the two guards that had come with Luke. Birthing into existence came the older mans bow, string pulled back and arrow nocked as he took aim at Alicia with a bared teeth frown. The two guards drew their own weapons hurriedly, a handgun for one and a long knife for the other. Feeble weapons, for sure, but what else were they going to do to try and stop Alicia? They were only spiritually aware humans.

But as Alicia approached her new prey, something took its opportunity to halt her. From her back Jäger emerged, using the shadows that covered her body from the night as his spawning ground. The shadowy entity wasted literally no time as his left hand lashed out, grabbing onto the left side of Alicia’s face in an attempt to get those claws in. If successful, his ring finger would actually stab right into Alicia’s eye. ”Crazy! Crazy! Why the hell won’t you die!?” Jäger shouted, before ripped his hand away from Alicia. His claws would carve across the side of her head, leaving five gashes in the left side of her face and effectively blinding her in one eye.

But Jäger couldn’t hang around. Quickly, as fast he could, he sank back into the shadow before Alicia could counterattack him. Those injuries, if they had managed to hit, would begin turning Alicia’s head into a shadow object. The sensation of dry ice over every inch of her head would enrapture her in pain. The Doll emerged itself between Alicia and the ragtag group. It’s faceless head turned to look at the scared and surprised, before it waved its arm at there. ”Go you stupid fucks! Quite playing with your dicks and get to running!” The Doll shouted. This whole fucking fight was crazy.

He quickly turned back around to face Alicia, and if he had a face its expression would be one of fake confidence. Jäger was not a Doll for fighting like this. He was meant for sneaking around, for sneak attacks, not acting like the fucking hero and confronting the threat head on. That was that dumb virgin Luke’s job, or that colossal fuckup Springflut’s role. Why isn’t she dead? He wondered. Luke HAD to have stabbed this crazy bitch in her lungs! Her lungs HAD to have been sliced through! Add to that the sword wound Luke dealt her earlier, her fucked up legs, and nearly drowning...HOW THE FUCK WAS SHE STILL MOVING??

Jäger was not brave. He wasn’t like Springflut or Luke. While he certainly enjoyed fighting, he only enjoyed it when it was on his own terms. He didn’t like getting hurt. He didn’t like the idea of being hurt. It was why, time and time again, he only hid in the shadows. He didn’t engage. Just like the last time he had seen this Quincy. But he didn’t get to hid this time. Luke had given him a order. Jäger didn’t have to follow it. He didn’t have to. If he just slipped into the shadows now, he could get away. Yeah. Just let this crazy hoe slurp up their dicks and guts and Jäger would be fine. Just run away. Survival of the fittest, right? Fuck these people. Get out. Get Luke out. Live another day.

”I'm going to make amends for the things I've done! The only thing I CAN do is protect and save as many people as I can. I have to put a stop to people like those Quincy! Protect as many as I can, and let them live their lives smiles even if it costs me my own. That's the only way forward for me!"”

Why did those words suddenly come to mind? Why was Jäger suddenly imagining the scene of Luke standing over the bodies of these useless fucks. Was Luke crying or was that the rain? Ghhk… Jäger growled, realizing that he couldn’t run away. If he ran then yes, he might live, but to leave these people to Alicia...it would destroy his master. It would crush him. He wouldn’t be the same if he failed to save them. So that left Jäger with only option. So...is it my turn then? Is my ticket gonna get punched for that stupid virgin? Jäger wondered, as he remembered the image of Springflut burning alive.

[Alicia Maine]

The other was here. The Obsessed felt the presence of another one of those creatures. The same one from before as it's arms, or blades, punctured through the soft tissues near her shoulder joints. The same sneaky bastard that spoiled her night. That fucker was here. But unlike then, she can see it for what it was. It's cold lifeless grasp around the surface of her pale skin as the tips grew to become warm with traces of her blood painting over the nails. As it's hand coiled around the side of the Quincies face, she knew what it desired to do with it. The blood moved first, wrapping the head with new found life. The pressure created by the snaking ring finger clawed at the woman's eye, the fluid motions of her blood looking to protect the eye from harm, yet, not quick enough as the side of her socket felt a rush of warmth swept across the horizon. His claw ripped a nasty trail across the side of the socket to the back of the scalp.

Alicia snapped back as the small group of humans drew their weapons and targeted their natural predator, though in all honesty, Alicia's sudden withdraw was of the pain that was inflicted upon her by the Doll. By instinct alone, to avoid further pain, the woman tethered herself into a defensive position back away from the group. Alicia howled with frustration and pain. Looking at the group, Alicia narrowed her sights on the instigator of her wound. Nope, the fucker himself. But despite the pain that lingered across her head, the seeping chill that veiled over the warmth of trickling blood, she narrowed her eyes on the stalked shadowy figure. Yes, despite the pain, she laughed at what it said. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. The whole fucking world was crazy. And this idiot was only pointing it out now?

Alicia couldn't see what the cold sensation was from her point of view. She didn't notice the change it was inflicting upon her. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. She didn't matter. The Vandenreich didn't matter. Their so called war didn't matter........ The world didn't matter. It was all but a single entity that was spiraling down the hole bit by bit. None of it was real. None of it but the pain that she felt. This intense yearning that was growing deep within. Alicia's lips parted with a toothy smile. "You can't kill............*exhales* ... what is already dead.......?" The Sternritter laughed. Bolsting at an idea that didn't even make sense anymore. Both the Doll and the Bount fought for those who wouldn't do the same for them. Why? Because they were already dead. Just the pair didn't know it.

Still chuckling to her own inside joke, she gazed at Jaeger, directing her attention onto him, "If you wanted my eye so much, then why didn't you ask for IT?! I'll just give you the DAMN THING!" she stated finding her own sharpened blood appendage reaching up. Alicia didn't hesitate. *Splat......Rummage.....Crunch...........Riipppp* Wet, sloppy, much like the rain around them there was noise that came with her actions. But what's more, just a stretched out wailing of pain and gasping of breath went about as the girl tore away the organism. A little souvenir from the Quincy was tossed over to the Doll and the small group. Alicia cried out in pain, in agony, but most of all.... with laughter.

"Now,... that feels...a bit.. better." Alicia manages to speak through uneven breaths. The body could only take so much, even with the girl's tolerance to blood loss, it was taking its toll. Just the laughter through the shadows of the woods. A series of pain filled laughter, and the blood that stained the floor beneath her. Red stained jacket and pants, her single shined, dazed at the group, "Hehehe."

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Much of the blood loss was converted into solid matter to prevent her blood from continuously leaking out of her body. In this controlled state, she didn't have to worry much about suffering from much of the side effects of blood loss. Instead, it only proved to be more use to her in this state, as the blood coiled around the broken limbs and bleeding gashes Alicia transformed.

Reducing the shape of the body meant further control of the form itself. Too big of a body meant taking away more concentration from the Sternritter to maintain it. So, with what she had to work with, this was better suited. The red stains on her clothing spread, hardening over the shoulders and arms of the human girl's body. The bleeding gash of where her left eye was suppose to be molded into sharpened spikes that aligned with the curves of her head, leaving her right eye naked, exposed to see clearly. The broken legs, the wounds that were there hardened, providing the woman with another measly pair to work with. Stumbling and bumbling with their stance, it only took moments to adjust themselves accordingly. Tentacles protruded from the lengths of both arms, with sharpened tips that easily covered 5 feet around her. A gurgled loudly through the blood shroud that muffled her natural feminine tone.

Her mutilated arm rose to cleave the trunk of the closest tree, toppling it over away from the opposing groups. Just as it's fall was ongoing, the right arm rose in the same manner, only to have the blood cells expand, creating holes in their linked formation, to stretch the mutated arm onto the groups position. An easy thing to see happen. Easy to avoid, however, for the Doll itself, it wouldn't be so. As the blood that stained it's finger tips belonged to the Sternritter. Blood that can be manipulated as the lunatic saw fit. And in this case, they sprung to life to skewer through the length of the Doll's fingers.

The Sternritter gurgled once again as the stretched arm would land, repelling the girl unto the Doll's position. Here came the Obsessed.

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”Gasp...gasp…” He took in air like a man who had been deprived of water for days had just found a lake. His lungs burned, his legs screamed in pain, and yet he continued forward. The rain had become like bullets at this point, further drenching the already soaked Bount as he sprinted through the dark woods. A branch tore at his shirt, the fabric loosened and weakened from Alicia’s blood, the force of Springflut’s flood, and all of the fighting. Grinding his teeth together Luke removed the fucking thing since it was just getting in the way, leaving the red stained cloth behind in the soaked darkness.

He had to keep going. He had to keep moving forward. His left leg suddenly got caught on something, a rock or a root, and caused the Bount to stumble forward and slam his face into the mud. He lay there for a few moments, regaining his composure as he began to push himself up from the mud. ”Damn it...damn it…” the Bount cursed, wincing at the pain in his legs bones. He had to keep pushing forward. He had to stop her. He could still feel The Obsessed’s reiatsu.She had reached them. He could feel them. He could also feel Jäger. The fucker actually listened and was trying to stop her. But could he? Could he, alone, stop her?

Springflut was out of commission. While he wasn’t killed, the injuries that the Sternritter had dealt him meant that he wasn’t going to be fighting again for now. Pushing himself to his feet with Munran’na, Luke stood staring at the ground as the battle fatigue began to get to him. He couldn’t tell if the droplets falling from his face and hair was rain or sweat. Grinding his teeth together, Luke tried to find the strength to keep his legs moving forward. But as he struggled to move forward, he realized something. It wasn’t just fatigue that slowed him down...it was fear. He came to realize that, deep down, the fear he thought he had thrown away towards this girl was still there and rearing its head once again.

This woman was the living embodiment of hatred and agony. She sought to inflict as much pain and suffering to others as she could because of what she had gone through. She was evil. And yet, no matter what Luke did...no matter how much damage had done...she still hadn’t gone down. Was it possible to stop her? Could Luke actually save those people? He found his strength wavering. ”What’s the matter? Are you going to let them die to save yourself?” That voice cut through the rain. It drowned out all other noises, and suddenly caused Luke to completely freeze. It was happening again.

”Death awaits them if you do nothing.” The voice suddenly said, not giving Luke the opportunity to reply. It was filled with both curiosity and a cold accusing tone. But it was right...if Luke did nothing then those people were going to die. ”Was your decision a mistake?” It asked, and Luke knew exactly what it meant. Memories of that night came bubbling back to the surface. A night with a bright moon in the sky. Luke and that man standing in the field. The night that Luke forged the path he would walk.

” I'm going to make amends for the things I've done! The only thing I CAN do is protect and save as many people as I can. I have to put a stop to people like those Quincy! Protect as many as I can, and let them live their lives smiles even if it costs me my own. That's the only way forward for me!”

I swore to fight. I swore to be the sword that fought the darkness. To be a hero who fought evil. I swore to fight to save as many lives as I could...to make amends to the people my weakness has killed. I swore…to fight!!

Jäger visibly recoiled. She...she was...she actually ripped out her fucking eye! She ripped out her own fucking eye! Just what the ever loving cummie loving fuck was wrong with this girl?? The Doll backed up away from the eye thrown at him, the youngsters behind him screaming...especially the girl. Fuck she was loud. This is too much.. Jäger commented to himself, returning his attention to the girl who just needed a lifetime's worth of therapy and medicine. But the part that came next was even worse than the self mutilation.

The Doll was subjected to watching Alicia’s sudden, grotesque, and horrifying transformation. ”W-w-what the fuck!? the Doll shouted as the screams behind him increased in intensity and fear. He watched, and if he had a mouth it would be wide open, as the Quincy no longer looked anything like a human and had, instead, became something straight from a horror game. She became a monster. A perfect, physical, form representing just how awful Alicia really was. ”Wow...and here I was thinking you couldn’t get any prettier. You’re just the girl for my master, heh.” the Doll joked to try and remain calm.

”Very well then, Luke, I will heed your resolve.”

As Alicia shattered a tree behind her, Jäger was suddenly subjected to a sudden and sharp pain in his fingers. He let out a surprised yelp, looking down at his hand to see the very blood that had covered his fingers was digging into him. ”The hell!” the Doll shouted, but then quickly turned his attention back to Alicia as the monster was suddenly pulling itself towards him. The Doll found itself backing up, sliding across the shadows. Shit. Shit shit shit. How was he supposed to deal with this AND protect the idiots scrambling to get away behind him?? The fucking girl seemed to have fallen over and was paralyzed with fear, aside from her constant screaming. The fuck was Jäger supposed to d-

”QUUUINCYY!”

Came that yell. A glowing sword came from the darkness with a blur of speed, passing Alicia and landing in front of Jäger and the others. His hand dug into the mud to slow him down as he remained low to the ground. He had finally caught up. ”Luke you’re- the Doll began to say, but then realized something was wrong. Something was different. Luke raised his head and locked his eyes on the horrifying form that Alicia had become. But something was different. Luke’s eyes, normally brown, had become emblazoned ambers with narrowed pupils. The Bount within had risen to the surface.

”Call upon my name. Show the strength of your will to me. Use the anger that burns inside you to call out my name. Do not let your will falter. Do not fall off your path, even if were to damn you to Hell! Destroy anyone who comes between you and your goal! Call upon my name, Luke!”

”Ziege Dich, Windstarke!!”

The air around Luke suddenly exploded with a blue light, possessing enough force to blow anyone who wasn’t strong or heavy enough back. But it was more than just light. From Luke came cold. As if Alicia had suddenly stepped into the Arctic itself. From that light he was born. What was seen first were the wings outstretched. The light pulled itself back, revealing more of his form. He looked to be covered in metal and with feathers made of ice. The being newly born into the world was, without mistake, a bird. The avian hovered in the air, possessing a presence that drew everyone’s attention to it.

Its wing stretched out to thirteen feet, while the bird itself was about six feet tall. A horn that looked to be made of ice protruded from its beak. Then the eyes opened. Glowing blue and visibly detailed like a birds, it rested its gaze on the horrific form Alicia possessed. ”Begone.” the Doll suddenly said, it’s beak unmoving, before it’s outstretched wings suddenly twitched as the Doll activated its ability. Alicia would be blasted, suddenly, with the very winds of the arctic itself. Winds that were comparable to a hurricanes suddenly blasted the monster, pushing her back and off balance due to the difference between its Reiatsu Strength and her physical Strength.

But there was more. The winds that blasted her were more than just powerful. When Alicia was blasted by that wind, she would realized something. She would realize that she was, without a doubt, freezing. The blast of air that would strike her would drop her temperature, as well as everything else it hit, by one hundred and fifty degrees celsius (three hundred and two degrees fahrenheit). This meant that, Alicia, who has a human had a temperature of ninety eight degrees fahrenheit would suddenly have her body's temperature dropped down to negative two hundred and three.

But there was more. Ice, from those winds, were beginning to form. Everything was wet, Alicia included, and the moisture on her was beginning to turn into ice. But there was something peculiar about that ice. Nobody, Luke included, was able to see the ice. The ice was creating spaces of blackness were nothing could be seen. This ice was called Black Ice, and it’s ability was to absorb light to create darkness. Alicia, becoming encased in this ice, was slowly being consumed in this darkness that would swallow up her own vision as well. The Doll, called Windstarke, glared at her with those glowing blue eyes.

Jäger Duration: 4 / X

Windstarke Duration: 1 / X

Zanpakuto Duration: 1 / 7

Remaining Reiatsu: 2225 / 7000
-200 for Art Zan Release
-400 for Doll

Windstarke's Remaining Reiatsu: 3000 / 3000

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{Windstarke's Stats}
Windstärke | Spirited


Strength - 100 Points

Speed - 300 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 200 - 300 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 400 - 600 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 200 - 100 Points

Senses - 200 - 100 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Total SP: 1400 Points

[Alicia Maine]

A shout out was the first that came. The girl's mind wandered unlike before. Her mind trapped in the dazed state that uplifted much of her worries. A sufficient amount of blood had leaked out from her body to be utilized as a weapon. It wasn't the first time she went about a fight like this; for her to use her own blood as a weapon. This was really how Alicia fought. Because of this little style of fighting, her body grew a tolerance in operating itself under such dire straints. But often times they were against foes who eventually tired out. Those who did often grew to fear Alicia and what she was. Not as a Quincy or a Sternritter. Far from it. It was the overall personification of madness. Logic did little to suite her or her way of thinking.

The mind drifting in and out of the reality. There wasn't much use of it to begin with as her own focus was keen on runaways. First was their faces. The Doll in front of them, guarding the liars and the one's who wore masks of deception. Then came the cold. An unfamiliar cold. The chill she felt before was one that often came slowly. It grew to overcome her bit by bit in a time's span of hours. A chill that the Quincy felt again and again when her body was bared, or from the loss of blood. But this chill was different. Frost blanketed the edges of her sight. Her limbs became harder to move. Soon after, the floor itself glued themselves to the soles of her feet. Or rather, they were the ones that found themselves to be stuck to the Earth.

Alicia's breaths became streams of rushing cool air with every exhale. The confines of her chest became difficult to inhale and compress itself naturally. It's ever growing experience brought the darkness. The darkness was one that she knew all too well. It was death. The sort of darkness that it could only bring upon a person. Staring into that void was the only chill that she knew of that made the Quincy tremble. Was it fear that it brought to her? No. Could it have been the fear of not knowing where she would end up? No. Alicia didn't care about such things. Soul Society, sticking to the Quincy's so called Emperor, or even venturing to the deaths of Hell for her sins, none of it mattered. So then, where was this quaking originating from?

Nothing..............

It came from the nothing that would most certainly suck her into. A dead space in which nothing happened. Nothing came of it, nothing made a sound. Just an empty void of darkness that ended with it just as it would have begun. A continuous cycle that had no end or beginning. It struck her as a void that did nothing but for the sake of existing. It had no meaning to it. It had no meaning........ just as she didn't. It was as the other Quincy in the Vandenreich said before....... there wasn't a point in having her with them... Then, if it that were the case; why did Jyuria come up to her? She said it was to insure that the Sternritter was alright. That was put rather bluntly and direct as it could ever have been. But it wouldn't have mattered. So then why?

They referred to her as the worst Quincy. Someone who shouldn't have been brought into their so called organization. None of their talks mattered considering that she joined to fulfill a debt. Alicia was not known to step away from her responsibility to the Vandenreich so long as she fulfilled the minimal duties. Participating a few meetings and talks, training, but as to the missions, she had full freedom as to which she could join, and who were allowed to go with her. Wasn't hard to see that the Sternritter was quite picky with her choice. She didn't have a desire to be around fake people who surrounded themselves a false God. A false Emperor. Did she believe in such things, Hell no. There was no God in this world. And if there was one................

.....she despised the bastard.

So then, what use was it really to resist the black ice that looked to drown her in such stillness? Why did she continue to exist? Why did she choose to move on forward? The world rejected her, and the so called God rejected her. So then, why? ........"It's because....... I reject this WORLD!" It could be heard, something unhinging from within. The loose restraints that were consistent in holding at bay the truth that the girl sought out. A world full of madness and insanity, it held no place for someone as sane as she was. The sole person who could see the truth for what it was. "I reject it ALL! The LIES AND MASKS. ALL OF IT!" If salvation was going to be found, it wasn't going to be at the hands of the Vandenreich or those that sought to bring this so called justice. It was in the hands of those that didn't care for the means of it all. For those few people who actually were willing to lose it all for the sake of a single purpose. For salvation of this world.... It all had to be purified. It all had to be torn down. It all had to be burned.

The Obsessed wasn't able to move her body as the ice glossed her person. But her mind was still usable. Reiatsu was in the air, and plenty of it. It was in the black ice that expanded itself over the woman's body. The stamina that it cost wouldn't have returned, but it gained bits of the spiritual energy that left the woman tired a bit. It was enough for her to use that forsaken power. As much as it made her want to vomit, it had to be done. The hinges were undone, and the chains on her spirit were released. From her physical came about something else. Something that was beyond that of an average human being. This power only had one name, as it used the power of the Vandenreich's Emperor. She scoffed. Vollstandig.

Back into herself the bloody form withdrew back into the holes that they once came from. A grotesque shape no longer in place, but protruding from her back were a pair of magenta wings, twirling with purples and pinks together. Veins constricting the girl's body as they continue to expand across her bloodied garbs. Taken in by the veins that continued overlap the soaked clothing, Alicia's wings spanned away from her body, four feet in length as they grew as big as her own height. Thorns and talons protruded from the newly made armor that covered her arms and legs, acting as her fingers and nails. Her face remained untouched by the Vollstandig, with only the streams of solidified reiatsu that crawled up to follow the leylines of her own blood vessels.

This form stuck close to her body, acting as a second skin. This new form was as dark as her previous, yet it didn't stop the blood from running its course. Of all, it only sought to hinder it's flow, not cease it. But the new form wouldn't be all that was noticed, as Luke's senses became all the more alerted as the girl's presence seethed with a desire for the runaways that he wished to protect, and him. This desire was clear as it ever was before, but the startling fact wasn't that the woman's strength grew tremendously, but the fact that it couldn't be felt anymore. Alicia couldn't be felt anymore. And just as she couldn't be felt, she could no longer be seen.

The wings sprung to life, expanding away the full four feet as they beat away from the ground to carry the woman. The dirt and ice tore apart as the wings uttered a single flap as it carried the woman at a speed that went beyond what ordinary humans were capable of; beyond what Alicia was ever capable of mustering without a technique. Killing the Dolls were not of most importance, but to do what was needed, then they had to be dealt with. For that reason, if the Dolls, or Luke didn't have the potential to seize this utter moment to react, the Windstarke would be the first to know of the woman's new potential. A single jab, firing beyond the ice and the coming frost, past the chilled air and into the snout of the bird-like Doll's face. Alicia's fist would collide with that of the Doll, only releasing the utter explosive pop that came with breaking through the air's frozen state.

A sudden pop only came before the explosion of Alicia's fist smashing into the Doll's face. A blow powerful enough to knock the creature back without killing it. And from it, the Uber sized headache that it posed with the humans new bound strength and speed. Her right arm would buckle under the strain of the injured shoulder, not wanting to go about it once again, though this time it had to be done. Her body was in pain. The Quincy was losing blood, and all that remained was that of her goal. With that single eye that was left, she turned her gaze down onto the small group below. It mattered not if the Doll was struck with the girl's blow or not, her voice would soon envelop that of the man as her weakened arms would come to coil around the body of the elderly Quincy. She was going to finish what she set out to do, but not for the Vandenreich, but for the world. Unless... "What do you think of this lot, what you are trying to protect? Are they really worth it?" she asked again.

Her wings closed around the two, surrounding them, "If they are... then you will do as I say.... Not a slave, but... to indulge me for these few moments." she turned to the man, her smile all but faded away, as her red eyes turned to Luke. "An easy request for their lives... I'd say that is an even trade."

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{Alicia}

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{Vollstandig}

Strength - 800 Points

Speed - 1200 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 200 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 300 Points

Light Aura - 0 Points

Dark Aura - 90 Points

Instinct - 200 Points

Senses - 200 Points

Energy sensory - 100 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Total SP: 3000 Points

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It didn't take Luke long to piece together what his new Dolls abilities were. It wasn't really a process of thinking about it and figuring it out. Instead it was more like a situation where the information about the Doll was coming to Luke's mind piece by piece. Little by little more and more information pertaining to the powers of his newly awakened Doll were given to the Bount until he finally understood how its overall ability worked. And that power was summed up perfectly in one word; freezing. Windstarke was the living incarnation of the arctic blizzard and the chill of death. He was meant to snuff out the fires of life with those freezing winds. Seeing what he was doing now, only within moments of being born, and the coffin of ice that was forming on Alicia...Luke felt a shiver.

By expanding his wings he could produce winds equivalent in strength to his offensive stat. This meant that, at his current level of power, Windstarke was producing gusts equivalent to a hurricane. On a open field such as this the level of destructive potential the Doll had wasn't apparent. What's more was that simply producing powerful winds wasn't all the Doll did. Those winds were freezing. Anything caught within that gust would be subjected to a steady drop in temperature at an astounding rate. The first exposure (post) would drop something's temperature by one hundred and fifty degrees Celsius. This made Windstarke especially dangerous to living beings. What was the temperature that caused hypothermia in humans? Luke wasn't even aware of it. He didn't consider he'd ever have a power like this.

Water froze at zero degrees celsius. This meant that any water exposed to those winds would freeze instantly unless they were, like, boiling or something. That's why Alicia was encased in ice so quickly. She was soaking wet. Water and blood mixed together all over her body. Exposed to the Dolls winds there was no doubt that the water on her would freeze into ice. It wasn't normal ice either. The ice produced by Windstarke's ice was odd as well. The ice produced by the Doll held its own special ability. It absorbed light. Where the ice formed were patches of complete darkness. Nothing could be seen in that darkness. Why that was how the power worked Luke didn't know. What purpose could the Black Ice have? Though Luke understood the power that didn't mean he knew how to use it. Regardless, these revelations of his new Dolls abilities made him realize something. It made him realize something that made him worry.

"I reject it ALL! The LIES AND MASKS. ALL OF IT!" She suddenly started screaming, prompting Luke to return his full focus to the monstrosity steadily being swallowed by the frozen darkness. The hell was she screaming about? "You don't know when to quit, do you?" Windstarke suddenly voiced, his question directed at the abomination embraced by his darkened ice. The avian entity blinked though, just as Luke and Jäger did when they suddenly noticed what happened. That horrendous form that Alicia took on suddenly retreated back inside of the girl. The blood used to transform her returned to her body, leaving her in a normal state. Luke narrowed his eyes at the sight of all the wounds visible on her body. The slash that opened her chest, his opening move on her. The two stabs through her chest that must have sliced open her lungs. The wounds Jäger had to have dealt her. Plus the fact she was missing an eye. Did Jäger do that to her?

What came next was something that none of them expected. The ice that encased her erupted from a growing power as Alicia took on an entirely new form. Luke raised an arm in front of his face to block any incoming shards, but was still able to see with shock and horror at what Alicia had become. He had forgone the horrific form she took on earlier in her desperation, and instead became something that was equally as horrifying as it could be said was beautiful. There was something unnaturally awe inspiring in her transformation. It was like he was seeing a power that was divine. A power that someone like her shouldn't have possessed. But just what was this power? "This...this is..." Luke suddenly heard Jäger stutter softly.

That's right. Jäger had seen this power before. Not from Alicia though. It had happened that night. It had happened during that battle. The second Quincy that arrived to help the red haired one, she used this power as well. Hers wasn't as oppressive as Alicia's though. What was odd though...was that while Luke could still feel the burning desire that Alicia had towards him, the desire to kill him, he couldn't sense her at all. Why? Why couldn't he feel her? She was standing right in front of him. Why couldn't he sense any of her power? What the hell was this form? Luke was not going to be given time to figure it out. That flap of the wings was the only warning that any of them would be given. Luke's instincts screamed at him, and in that brief moment all he could do was mentally say Windstarke!

It was obvious she would have gone for him. He was the one keeping her down. The scream of his master's voice in his head was all Windstarke got, and was all he needed, when Alicia suddenly appeared in front of him. Those blue eyes had begun to widen before that fist came to smash him in the face. The sound of flesh meeting ice was heard, as it seemed that Alicia delivered a skull shattering blow to the Doll. Knocked backwards out of the air the bird was flipped backwards from the impact of the force. His arctic winds stopped blasting as he fell to the ground, head hidden beneath one of his wings. Luke and Jäger looked on in shock, but neither panicked. They couldn't panic. Windstarke was still alive. The bird began rising to his feet, turning to face them. A series of cracks had formed along the ice of his face, starting from his beak to traveling up his left eye like a scar.


"What do you think of this lot, what you are trying to protect? Are they really worth it?" Her acid dripped words filled his ears, causing him to return his glare to Alicia as she surrounded the elderly Quincy within her wings. The man didn't panic. He didn't show fear on his face. He, like Luke, glared at Alicia. His life experiences would not allow him to panic or even show fear. The other Quincy were the ones screaming. "What are you-?" Luke asked, gripping Mūnran'nā with both hands before Alicia began talking again. "If they are... then you will do as I say.... Not a slave, but... to indulge me for these few moments. An easy request for their lives... I'd say that is an even trade." What? Luke's eyes widened as he heard what Alicia had to say. He stared at her, trying to figure out whatever game she was playing with him.

Jäger had retreated back into his shadows, and Windstarke remained still as he watched the situation unfold. He was curious. His piercing blue eyes drifted from Alicia and too Luke, wondering what she had in mind and what his Master would do. "What're you talking about? What I think about them doesn't matter!" Luke barked at her, getting mad that he even had to explain this to her. "Protecting them was my choice. They didn't ask me to do it. I do it anyways...because that's what a hero does. A hero fights evil to save the lives of those who can't fight back." Luke explained, those glowing amber eyes piercing through the darkness and locking them onto the red glare of the Quincy.

"An easy request for their lives...well then let's hear it. What do you want?"

[Alicia Maine]

"I just want you to play a game with me. That is all." the Quincy spoke caressing the center of her pelvis. The Elder man carried a bit of her dead weight, but really it was that of her wings that kept the woman on her feet. The blood loss was slowly creeping in, bringing with it the fatigue and all the damned chills that came with it. Alicia had to keep herself warm a bit, and she knew of a method to do so too. The white bangs of wet hair shaded the missing eye beneath it as the woman continued to speak. "The game is simple, if you can hold out for fifteen minutes, then all your little friends here will live. Not a strand of hair on their pretty little heads will be hurt, and they all have a chance of getting out of this alive without me having to follow them. That is all." she chuckled. This was going to be fun for all, especially the two. After all, seeing how the man reacted, his body language, she had to think; did he had no experience at all?

But, it wasn't going to be that simple. Like all other games, she had rules to her own as well. "You can choose not do to this. But be careful. If you don't, they die. If those little monsters of yours don't disappear, they die. If you think about doing anything than you are told to do, they die. If they run or resist, they die. If you do anything beyond what the game calls for, they die. So be happy, you get to decide if they all live, or a few of them, or if they all die." Those were the rules, plain and simple. There was some action involved, but nothing that would be TO harmful. And it did give the Quincies a fair chance. But, there was always that other thing.... "Oh, and if you have any second thoughts, then there are always the "other" people you came with. You know, the ones you work with. I can always have some fun with them and see what they know. See where this little place you work for is at, and see if they want to play too." she snickered.

Alicia wasn't stupid. For something like this to go on, there had to be more to them then just a small group. Someone had to be pulling the strings. There was always someone to run operations such as this. It did make the Sternritter wonder who they may be. The thought of it made it all the more exciting. "I would love to know where there are more of them. Maybe some others will be there, like you?" Alicia wet her lips. Her wings spasmed, snapping from their stilled position towards the female Quincy. Taking hostages was something that villians did, and by any measure of that spectrum she appeared to fit the role. Yet, this was only part of her mission as she was originally assigned to. There was no evil in carrying on a job. This little act was merely a means to have the man comply. Besides, on any other day, she would have just executed the group and leave. Simple and clean. This was a special occasion though.

"Just play the game as intended and you'll find it possible to save them all. Or perhaps some of them. But it'll be at least better than saving none of them at all. Don't you agree?" It all stood on Luke's shoulders now. It would be his efforts whether or not the people who he sought to protect will live, or not. It was in his hands. "So, decide, what will it be? Choose to fight and watch them all die one by one, or, play my game and try to save them all if you can. The choice is yours." she said watching him, awaiting his response as her wings tightened around the Quincy girl, as did her quivering arms on the Elder Quincy. If he had accepted, then the darkness of the night will take them both for 15 minutes, and to see whether or not he could last. Fifteen minutes of something that Alicia had more years in experience in, and she would use all of it.

Vollstandg: 2/15

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It was really hard to accurately describe the multitude of emotions that suddenly rushed through Luke at the moment he realized just what Alicia had in mind. Those brown eyes widened with a mixture of shock and disgust, as an unsettled expression painted itself on the struggling hero as Alicia further described the game that she had in mind. She...she can't be... Luke began to mentally stammer as Alicia carried on, stating the time limit that needed to be reached. What she wanted was something that Luke hadn't expected to hear. It was something that he SHOULDN'T have heard. It wasn't something that anybody would ever wager. Lives for...sex? Just what in the world was wrong with her? Just what the hell was WRONG with Alicia?

Alicia presented this like Luke had some kind of choice. As the Bount's brown eyes remained widened and stared at her, he realized that he really had no choice in this. He couldn't let these people die. He couldn't. Alicia laid down the rules. If he didn't do this they would die. If he didn't dismiss his Dolls they would die. If they did anything besides stand and watch they would die. If Luke did anything he wasn't told to do...they die. Brown eyes winced at her as a flash of hatred, disgust, and anger flashed in those irises. He still couldn't believe that she was serious about this. Jäger and Windstarke were as equally stunned by this. Jäger, who often made tasteless jokes and seemed obsessed with the idea of Luke getting laid, was stunned into silence. Windstarke remained silent, but his silence was more calm than the other two. His piercing blue gaze shifted over to Luke, curious to see what his master would do.

Luke bared his teeth when Alicia suddenly alluded to the idea of tracking down just where Luke and the other two guards had come from. If Luke didn't do this then she would turn her attention to the other two...and Luke had a feeling they were more loosely lipped than he was. The dark of the night hid Luke's eyes from the Quincy as she continued talking as the Bount grew still and silent. As she wet her lips there was a flash of lightning, illuminating Luke for a moment. Just long enough that the expression of hatred bubbling beneath the surface was visible. Luke was not going to let her endanger his home and friends. He wasn't going to let her endanger the lives of Aura, Taka or even Timor. "You don't actually intend to do this...do you?" Springflut, from within the depths of Luke's soul, asked. Luke was silent. "Does he...does he have a choice? Luke...when was the last time you...?" Jäger asked.

Honestly...Luke had been dry for a long time. He remembered that it had to have been since high school. He lost his v-card in the eleventh grade with the girl he went to prom with. He didn't even remember her name. The memory felt like it was from an entire lifetime ago. But since then he hadn't been with anyone. He didn't even do it himself all that often. What's more...looking at Alicia...could he even do this? The woman looked like she had gone through a serious car accident. Her chest had been sliced open, she had two impalements through her chest, and her left fucking eye had been gouged out, as well as the states of her legs. Looking at her...it was like looking at a living corpse. She looked straight out one of those shocker gore pictures people would post online. That lack of physical attraction to her in her state might help draw things out...but...

"If I do this...you'll let them go? You won't go back on your word?" Luke finally spoke, the volume of his voice low. Jäger turned towards Luke, "Yo come on you can't actu-" The Doll began to say before he suddenly vanished into green light. Windstarke as well vanished, but he went without complaint or argument. Now Luke stood there, alone, across from Alicia. The glow of Mūnran'nā began to die down as well, as Luke's legs began to glow green. He activated Immortality Drink once again, this time using the reiatsu he absorbed to heal what injuries remained in his legs.

With that, Luke suddenly blurred. He appeared in front of Alicia with the use of Movement, and with his right hand grabbed her beneath the chin. Without skipping a beat his lips found themselves pressed against hers. His eyes remained narrow as he worked his lips against hers. He would do this. He would do this. He would beat her game. He would save these people. No matter what he had to put himself through to save their lives he would do it. Even if it meant embracing the foul sludge of humanities filth that was Alicia. Luke would do this. It was what he swore to do. His fingers tightened against her chin when he finally pulled away. "Take off your fucking clothes." He ordered with a scowl.

[Alicia Maine]

There was no mistaking what took place after Luke agreed to her terms. It was really one sided as both embraced the other. One with revolted discontent, and the other simply enjoying a treat. Both creating a sense of heat and embrace that only an act such as this could portray. Nevertheless, Alicia didn't to be fully aware as to what was happening. Bit by bit her mind wandered as the heat manifested itself. The Sternritter kept to her word, one way or the other. Because by the end of it all it wouldn't have mattered. At the end, the blood loss took its toll on the Quincy. Seizing her breath and most of the light in her remaining eye. When the fifteen minutes were done, the only thing that could be felt was the natural relief that came at the end. Beyond that, her body lost consciousness.

This was what Alicia sought after, a sense of peace. It was quiet. But not the sort that drove her to the brinks of insanity. The sort of calm that only came when there was nothing more to worry about. Only on the brink of death can one experience such clarity. Such relief. What went on in the world beyond her own realm of peace she did know. All awareness to the physical plane never reached her. The chill returned for a few moments. Probably due to her physical self dying, leaving it all behind. There was nothing after that..... But warmth. What was going on? What was transpiring outside her little dream of peace?

"HEY, GET OVER HERE! WE HAVE A LIVE ONE!" What was suppose to be yelling feel so distant. An echo that chimed over and over again as the warmth grew. It was fading here and there. Moments at a time before it became consistent. "Geez, what a mess? Do you think it has to do with what's going on now? You know, invisible monsters and the gangs?" What? "Don't know? But come on, we need to get her to a hospital fast." Why? What was going on that a hospital was needed? What was it that Alicia wasn't aware of. "Karakura is the closest town here. Let's get going, hurry." The sensation from before was wrapped around her. She couldn't find the strength to move.

Her body tilted and shifted again and again. A startling shock past through her chest several times. It was vexing. Annoying. Her own body was playing games with her. First it wanted to move, then nothing. Then came back to start up again, then kapoot. What the Hell? "Come on, at this rate we are going to lose them both." What? Wasn't it just her? What was going on. When the time came to finally see the light, it came to be in the shape of was a ceiling fan. What the Hell was going on?

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"Neither of you tell anyone what happened tonight. We were attacked and I fought off the attacker. That's all that happened. That's all you saw. I'll kill both of you if it ever gets out."

Dripping wet he returned to the prison he called his home. He didn't come in through the front door. Not tonight. He could sense the presences of reiatsu in the club. Tonight was a party night. He didn't want to see anybody. He didn't want to be around anybody. He had one of the two guards that come with him call Taka and let her know the job was done. What happened to the Quincy that were in his care after they reached the destination...Luke didn't care. They weren't his responsibility anymore. They were safe. They'd be able to go on living their lives. That was all that mattered. That's all he thought about as he pushed open the door to his room.

Dripping from head to toe, Luke approached his mattress slowly. There was a clear dimness to his eyes before they closed as he fell downwards, his body meeting the mattress he just...wanted to sleep on. Mūnran'nā clanged to the floor as he did so. But even if he tried could he actually go to sleep? Every last detail of what Luke did tonight was painted so cleanly in his head. But the fight wasn't what was stuck on his mind. What Luke and her did....he found himself shaking. He realized that just thinking about it caused his body to tense up. He was filled with a perfect balance of malice and disgust. Hatred for the Quincy...and disgust at himself.

All the wounds that he received from their engagement had since been healed with Immortality Drink. But Luke could still feel them. Every spot where nails had scratched his skin and every place that she bit. "Tch..." Luke whimpered, sitting up and wrapping his arms around himself. "Luke.." Jäger said softly with an uncharacteristically concerned sounding voice. Springflut had gone quiet. He wasn't sure how to feel. While he wanted to scold Luke...he honestly didn't know anything he could say that wouldn't make his host feel worse than he already did. "Hehe..."

Luke suddenly began laughing, ever so softly, resting his left hand against his eye as he leaned forward on his knees. "I saved them...I saved them...that's all that mattered...I saved them..." Luke repeated through whisper, his tremors growing worse as his fingers began to tighten and press into his foreheads skin. He saved them. Wasn't that all that mattered? Even though what Luke did was horrid and disgusting...nobody died. Every single one of them lived. He swore to save them...and he did. Wasn't that all that mattered? So why did Luke feel like he failed? Actually, why did he even ask that question? He already knew the answer.

He was weak. The battle had been on his side. He had been defeating that woman. But when she assumed that form the tides of battle had changed. Luke wasn't strong enough to defeat her once she used that power. All of his training hadn't been good enough. He wasn't strong enough yet. He had to do that to win. Why didn't he kill her. Why didn't he kill her when he had the chance. She was just lying there...why didn't he kill her. Luke clenched his jaws together as he barred his teeth, placing his face in both his hands. He just sat there, in the dark, alone to grieve over his victory. In the end he saved those people. He may not have been proud of what he had to do to save them, but all that mattered was he saved them.

[Johnwaluigi]

Luke Clyburn: 125 paragraphs + Victory: 3425 TP
Alicia Maine: 94 paragraphs: 2350 TP

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