Three Hundred and Counting [JT, R]

[Santa Ajora]

Santa narrowed her eyes as she made her way through the corridors, even as the air filled with the stench of her ability. The hole she had made in the side of the place was already covered up in flesh and bone, the hollow stalking her way into the massive fortress. She had managed to break in at around the ...300th floor? And she had hardly been disappointed in the endeavor. Four arrancar were dead on the ground, not even enough for her to bother eating them. She was entirely unaware that she had busted specifically into the section of Las Noches made almost entirely of low-level arrancar. At first she was absolutely disappointed. But after that she was a little....pleased.

Even as the rare bala or cero flashed off in the distance as the arrancar attacked her garden as it grew, she paid them no mind as she walked forward. Even as she moved through those massive halls, she could see them struggling, as her flesh moved to keep out of her way, she saw one arrancar struggling, stabbed from both sides by spikes of bone jutting out from the wall, gasping fo air and croaking out as he bled, trying to free himself from those long shards of bone. Of course he was angry, seething. Santa's garden was quite merciless indoors. Especially in the spirit realms. From every single surface, about seven feet of flesh grew every minute, the ground, the floor, the veiling. And mixed in with those bits were teeth, mouths, eyes, arms, one of which had the arrancar by the throat as she approached him. Even as he was all but painted black by the blood that oozed from all of this flesh.

She eyed him, even a she slashed, hacking at his surroundings, and even had the audacity to fire a cero in her direction. She promptly had one of those fleshy hands grab him by the wrist and then wrench UP, snapping his arm and causing him to scream out as his cero fired up into the ceiling, gritting his teethas those shards of bone sank even deeper and deeper into his body. She narrowed her eyes, leering down at him even as she slowly began twisting and breaking his other limbs with the arms in her garden, freakish strength allowing them to just break the fledgeling so very easily. "Aren't there any stronger arrancar around here?" She growled, even as he simply spit in her direction. Hmmm. She reached up and pulled a long spike of bone from the wall, resting the point atop of the arrancar's head and then SANK it down.

Her body tore open, a huge maw lunging out and ripping into the dead arrancar as she herself turned her attention back to her surroundings, peering about as she pondered just how much of a challenge this would even be? She could hear the screams off in the distance, she even peeked in on one particular room. A number of arrancar were attacking wildly, slashing into the parts of her garden that threatened to impale them. One of whom actually seemed to be doing very good. He actually had enough strength to cut through the fleshy bits, even though his blade was growing dull from the slimy blood caking his weapon, so he was simply smashing into them now. She waited, forming a weapon right above him, he was too busy cutting into that fleshy mass infront of hi to notice the pistol forming just above his head.

IT wasn't until he heard the click that he looked up and then the weapon fired, sending a sliver of bone clean through his skull. Of course she hadn't actually put much effort into the weapon. It was a florified slingshot in a gun's shape, but even so, the weapon was very effective, the arrancar hissing out and collapsing onto his back in that mess of flesh, which promptly began surging around him, holding him down as he screamed in pain, causing his allies to begin running for the section that wasn't filled with this awful mess. Those screams were eventually dying down, as the arrancar's body was crushed, broken, twisted up, and then mulched, before being carried toward Santa so that she could eat him up. The cervitaur herself simply peering around, her hooves clacking off of the bone floor that formed wherever she walked, even if that mess dripped from her body as well.

She was powerful, after all. HEr garden had grown considerably. In every single direction within seventy meters, her garden flourished, flooding and growing along every suitable surface possible, causing chaos and disarray where she had entered this place. There had been some longstanding hits put out on some arrancar here. She had no goddamn idea how she would even find them, but who cared? Stealth was for the human world. Right now, she was here to eat and gain some intel. Once she found her actual bounty? She'd give a damn. But for now she was far more interested in just eating and killing these fucking arrancar. These WEAK bags of meat that so many shinigami feared far more than her own race. A look of absolute disgust behind her mask. To think that the shinigami considered them the bigger threat......

1 class 5 Arrancar consumed
1 class 6 Arrancar consumed

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{Santa's Stuff}
Strength:100 points
Speed: 300 points
Sppr: 250 points x2 (500 points)
Rei strength: 350 points x2 (700 points)

La: 45
Da:55

Instinct: 250 points x 0.5 (125 Points)
Senses: 150 points x.5 (75 points)
ES: 100 points x0.33 (33 points)
Healing Efficiency: 0 points

Weapon:Firearms 3
Crafting- Firearms and Munitions: 2
Crafting-Traps: 2
Biochemistry: 3
Battle Analysis: 1
Anti-Stealth: 2
Stealth: 1
Disguise: 2

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Training for SP

Picking up on a "visitor" in Las Noches wasn't exactly the hardest thing to do, granted Adolf had taken the time to learn the ins and outs of the place to begin with. Granted, he had been most familiar with the upper two hundred floors, that did not mean that he didn't wander to the lower ones from time to time. After all, beating on those who weren't up to par with what Hueco Mundo needed was not only a great pastime for Adolf, but a great way to beat them into shape and improve their skills. While he had nothing against killing those looking to improve, he usually did not unless needed. Unknowingly for him, this was going to end up being one of those times.

While wandering on some floor likely ranging around 400, Adolf continued harassing some of the lesser Arrancar. As he began to approach an Arrancar who lay on the ground injured, he began to smile. "C'mon, get up," he said, "You're going to need to last through much stronger if you've any hope of becoming an Espada like you so boldly claim!" A sadistic side to the Octava began to show as he grabbed the man by his collar, and hoisted him off of the ground. He pointed the tip of one of his daggers at the man's neck, gently pressing against him not as to cut him, but to threaten. "This is what an Espada is capable of. A weaker one, at that. Standing up to at least me is something you should've been able to do. Shame you couldn't, though."

Before he could do anything to further harm the "innocent" Arrancar, he felt a small tremor beneath him. He stopped for a second, and let the man go, his terrified body dropping to the floor and propelling himself backwards with his feet and hands. Adolf stopped everything, and began to focus on his surroundings. He held his hand out and snapped, causing waves of Reiatsu to reverberate as they spread from his hand, detecting everything around him. He quickly became overwhelmed by the sheer amount of lesser Arrancar on the lower floors, though they were generally nothing much so likely not what he was trying to focus in on. After a few seconds, Adolf quickly picked up on what he had been after; a near-Vasto Lorde hollow many floors lower than him. This was likely the cause of the issues. He turned to face the Arrancar currently fleeing from him, and shot him an angered look as if to say 'I'll be back for you later'. 

He began to descend to the lower floors of Las Noches, looking to find out just what the hell was going on. As he began to approach, the Reiatsu signature continued to grow stronger and stronger, until he eventually felt leveled out with whatever beast had decided to wander onto the lower floors. Before him was not an Arrancar, but a Hollow. A hollow that easily towered over him. A hollow that he quickly realized could potentially beat him to the ground, much like a certain Quincy had a while ago. In remembering her, he clenched his fists around his daggers. "Hey, what exactly are you doing here, huh?" He reasoned talking to the beast was the best way to go about things, as opposed to immediately fighting something that could quite quickly overpower him. Remembering what had happened the last time he got too close to a possible threat, he decided to keep his distance. The flirty approach wasn't something he could make very good use of in this situation, so it was something he decided to avoid.

"Not sure if you could tell, but this area is for lesser Arrancar. Not somewhere that someone of your strength should be. If you're looking to eat, then the higher floors are where you're going to want to be. Leave these worthless lives alone and hunt something more your own stature." Adolf held a rather adamant stance on this one. He wasn't fond of his own people being beaten into the ground by someone that wasn't him. Hypocritical, maybe, but something he didn't like nonetheless. When he did it, it was for self-improvement. When others did it, it was pointless slaughter. Besides, what was this hollow going to get out of eating an appetizer when she could've been dining on the main course? He flicked his head upward, as to gesture to the floors above him. "If you need some guidance to the higher floors, let me know. Also, just saying, if you are going to be hunting on the higher floors, I'm coming with you." 

Adolf crossed his arms. Improvement was something he needed himself. The best way for him to get that at the moment was to hunt with someone stronger than himself. With the hollow before him by his side, improvement was sure to come quickly. After all, he'd be joining an expert and hunting those of a higher stature than himself. Why would he want to miss out on an opportunity like that? It was also another great chance to help the forces of Hueco Mundo. While, yes, it would easily hurt and ultimately end the lives of others, such was the price to pay for working alongside the strong to reach new heights. He nodded to himself, smiling. Through the aid and use of this hollow, he was going to bring himself closer to the rank of Segunda. Every day he trained, that title began to approach more and more, becoming progressively more realistic as he began to improve. This would be no different, whether he was to spar with the hollow, hunt with the hollow, or whatever was wanted of him.

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{Stats & Skills (Permission was given to use these)}
Type: Freak

Strength- 100 (150 after type)
Speed- 175
Reiatsu Strength- 400 (600 after type)
Spiritual Pressure- 300 (225 after type)
Light Aura - 30
Dark Aura - 70
Senses- 100
Instinct- 300 (225 after type)
Energy Sensory- 50 (75 after type)
Healing Expertise- 0 (locked at 0)

1425 SP

[Pain Tolerance] [3]
[Strength of Will] [3]
[Calm Mind] [3]
[Poison Resist] [3]
[Acting] [3]

[Santa Ajora]

Ajora continued to progress forward, rolling her shoulders as she eyed the arrancar still fighting her. They struggled and thrashed, some of them even dying before she got to them as her flesh ended them. One in particular was mking a particularly good effort. He srged around, hitting with all his might and swearing loudly as he tore the flesh off of the smaller arrancar who seemed to be struggling to even stand. She narrowed her eyes, feeling a slight tension up her spine as she saw a blade pointed in her direction. Idiotic. Then that blade began to glow with a cero. Okay maybe less idiotic. She DUCKED as that cero roared overhead, and she charged in, those four hooves slamming into the ground as she moved.

She CHARGED into the arrancar, eyes narrowed as the young man let out a gargled hiss, a scream muffled as she clamped a hand over his face. A bala slammed into her from behind, but simply sizzled against some of the bone that was sloughing off of her body. The attack was so weak that she didn't even feel it through the flesh her body constantly exuded. She didn't bother turning. Her long, whippy tail SLASHED out, snaking out and clanging against the blade of the other arrancar as she planted a spike of bone through the pinned arrancar's throat, now literally pinning him to the wall as she turned to deal with the blader. She was about to slash at the little wretch when she felt....something growing closer?

She used the arms growing out of the floor to grab the slasher, stopping her in place and then slamming a spike of bone up and through her shin, ignoring the shriek of pain as she similarly bound the other arrancar pinned to the wall. She growled just a bit. These were a bit more durable than the enemies she fought in the world of the living. But then again, they were less troublesome than the shinigami. After all, there was so very few of them. The charge of a vero caught her attention and she turned to see the one dying against the wall getting ready to fire. She remained still, down the hall, an arm emerged from the wall, holding a rifle made of flesh and bone. There was a KLAK as a round went clean through the arrancar's head, the cero firing off to the side as opposed to where it had intended.

The last of the fighters was feebily trying to point her blade as the hollow. Ajora turned and eyed them, as they whimpered. "Y-you...you can't...you can't just...kill us...l-like this... ! Leave us....alone! Kill someone...your own size!" She sobbed out, as that blade finally pointed at her, and began to glow. Ohhh, this one could ressurect? Deftly, Santa reached out, and snapped her arm clean off, before Santa promptly buried the blade into the woman's own skull, giving her a death with her very own weapon. Thank goodness the place had so many stairs, that stronger power was almost here. "Don't be silly. You're just my size." she rasped, and then chomped the both of them, mulching both bodies before she turned her attention to the approaching arrancar.

Of course.... Adolf would find himself wading through an absolute mess. Almost four feet of disgusting slime, but of course, he'd probably try to air platform over it. But of course...it would just start growing on those, making them slippery, and sharp as spines of bone would try to grow up and into his foot. Once he was within range, Santa would simply narrow her eyes at him. She was grotesque. Every inch of her body save for her mask was constantly growing more flesh, blood, bone, and viscera, dripping from her body and falling to the ground at the same rate of growth as her garden. She was atrocious. "You just missed it, but I had a very similar conversation not four minutes prior to your arrival. Why should I go hunting for stronger game? It's much safer to chomp on these idiots by the bunches."

She eyed him, making note of those small daggers. How very stupid. Even this very moment, flesh and such would be growing up his body. He would see disembodied eyeballs slowly turning to look at him, and every time she spoke, she was echoed by dozens of mouths around her, from the walls, the ceilings, even her spiritual pressure came from the walls, making it feel as if she was all around him at once. He would feel hands slowly gripping around his legs as she directed that growth, so that arms would begin spawning around him, slowly aiming to grab a hold of his ankles with that incredible strength that her reiatsu strength afforded them. An attempt to preemptively immobilize him.

"Who even are you anyway? what idiot would try and help an entity such s myself? Aren't you arrancar claiming to be above us? Isn't that why this level is ABOVE where you keep the other hollows like me?" Her body slowly trembled with a building rage. "Don't your kind consider me lower than even the WEAKEST ARRANCAR?!" She hissed at him as she began breathing heavily, her breath rasping as she began to grow bladed knives of bone from the surrounding area. "Tell me, Arrancar, do you TRULY believe that telling me to eat opponents more my size, when one is standing right before me, is the wisest course of action?" She hissed venemously, slowly beginning to close in on him as her gardedn attempted to slowly encase him, even dripping down from the ceiling, making it rain flesh, muscle, and limbs, covering him in flesh and black blood. This place was perfect for her. Nothing but surfaces everywhere.

She had no intention of changing where she was hunting. After all, why go after bigger meals when they apparently felt the need to just WALTZ right up to her? He would either shut the fuck up, or she'd pour bone needles down his throat and snake them out through his eyes and skin. She was emboldened, emPOWERED. She was an Xcution Shadow, and nothing, NOTHING was going to get in the way of her mission. She could already hear the noise of enthusiasm when Shizuka heard of her outting. And a slow smile crept across her face. "Do you want to make yourself useful? Then why don't you go and get an espada? And I'll eat one of them to placate you." She hissed, that whip-like tail lashing behind her rapidly, much faster than he could match. But at the very least, he'd be able to keep track of it. But even so, Ajora selcomd gave others the impression that she was beatable.

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{Santa's Stuff}
SP: 1500 (800 from Class, 700 from Training)
Strength:100 points
Speed: 300 points
Sppr: 250 points x2 (500 points)
Rei strength: 350 points x2 (700 points)

La: 45
Da:55

Instinct: 250 points x 0.5 (125 Points)
Senses: 150 points x.5 (75 points)
ES: 100 points x0.33 (33 points)
Healing Efficiency: 0 points

Weapon:Firearms 3
Crafting- Firearms and Munitions: 2
Crafting-Traps: 2
Biochemistry: 3
Battle Analysis: 1
Anti-Stealth: 2
Stealth: 1
Disguise: 2

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Upon first seeing the room, Adolf did what he could to mask his disgust. Nobody in their right mind would walk into a room coated in atrocities such as this one was. Adolf was no different. Sure, he was normally reckless in battle, but that did not mean he wasn't capable of formulating whether or not a choice would be absolute suicide. He stuck by the stairs, and continued to take a few steps back as Santa's "garden" approached him. He's fallen for preemptive disabling and immobilization many, many times before, this was not going to be another.

"Who am I?" He said, "That is not something I need to tell you at the moment, so it's something I am going to refrain from." He was in no rush to expose his name or rank to the beast before him, and had no plans to do so in the future. There was no need. After blasting a hole in the wall, and barging into Las Noches? There was absolutely no need for her to learn his name or rank. "Oh, I'm not looking to help you," He said, smirking, "I'll be honest with my intentions. I'm here to aid myself. I figured someone as strong as yourself might have been interested in the proposal, so I offered for you to tag along. If you're not interested, I'll take my leave. Whether or not you want to join me is far from a priority. I was merely making an offer. Oh, and that would be Lord Kouhai's beliefs. I, for one, know the strength hollows can possess. I'll be the first to admit I've been bested by hollows of your stature in the past, though, that was years ago. That's far from a process I'm going to be repeating ever, let alone right now." 

As she began to move closer, he nonchalantly began to walk backwards up the stairs, watching both her, the ground by his feet, and the ceiling above him. While he was moving enough to keep his distance, he was still in Ajora's flesh. Something he'd work to fix later. It was fairly obvious what her plan was at this point he had been watching the flesh. Come to think of it, it was obvious what she was doing here. Enclosed spaces were obviously a strong suit for her. If combat broke out, he'd have to both take her outside, and stay in the air, the latter of which would be easy to accomplish. Whether or not she was willing to chase was something he'd need to experiment with. If combat was inevitable, he had a plan. If not, he'd likely be on his way, either with her accompanying him or not. This mattered little to him, as he stated previously.

"An Espada, huh?" He laughed, quite obviously poking fun at her comment, "What makes you think on you can take on one of the top Arrancar in Hueco Mundo?" His face turned to a sadistic smile. He knew he had to watch what he said with someone as... volatile as Santa was before him, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to provoke her, and that's exactly what he was going to do. "Well, if that's a challenge towards our finest, then I'd be happy to oblige, Beast. Adolf Reinhard, Segunda Espada." He pushed up the hair on his forehead to reveal part of a number, clearly tattooed on his head. His hand was covering part of it, but with the way his hand was positioned over the entirety of the number, leaving only a small part to be revealed, it could've easily been taken for the number "2".

"I'd ask your name, but, honestly, it matters little who you are. If you're looking to start a fight, then don't bother telling me. I'd rather not take the responsibility of telling those that care for you about your inevitable death. If you'd like to ally, though, and improve each other's strengths and combat potential, then feel free to share. I'll know who to look for next time I'm planning to train." From this point on, Adolf held his daggers in a reverse grip, continuing to back up the stairs with utmost caution. He wasn't going to be caught by surprise by this... thing. That was guaranteed at this point. He knew Las Noches' layout too well to allow himself to be backed into a wall, and had the ability to be extremely quick on his feet. He wasn't getting caught.

Eventually making his way up the stairs, and onto the next floor, Adolf quickly charged and fired a Cero into the wall farthest from him, and slowly began to walk his way over there, keeping an eye on Santa the entire time, and ignoring all Arrancar currently on the floor. He had just secured his escape route, and was not going to let her take that from him. As he made his way towards the hole in the wall, he smirked one last time, before speaking up again. "I'll give you one more opportunity to take me up on my offer; join me, and together we'll live for the thrill of the hunt while becoming stronger at a much faster pace than you are now, or sit alone, and murder helpless Arrancar without actually enjoying it. Your choice."


Reiatsu Pool: 1850/2250
-400 for Cero.

[Santa Ajora]

Santa looked around a little as he....did his thing. Those eyes sweeping about all around her. The ones near him were fixated. The monstrocity before him slowly....smiled behind her mask. "You refuse to tell me who you are, and then when I offer you a fight, you promptly introduce yourself. A little...suspucious...don't you think? Is that even your real name?" She asked slowly and began walking towards him again. Only the garden didn't follow her this time. In fact....it stopped growing entirely, even the stuff oozzing from her ceased, as her mask cracked.

The woman leaned forward, that crack slithering wider....and WIDER, bits and pieces dropping to the floor as she pried herself from that throne of an animal lower half right then and there. Bone carapace fell from her body, and she began striding casually towards him, reaching up and gently peeling that monument from her face, as a soft, pretty face smiled at him, completely free of that black blood from the neck up. Two bright, burning yellow eyes greeted him. One through a thin layer of hair that fell over it. A soft, bell-like voice sprang free. "Do you like magic tricks....mister Tercera?" she asked softly, continuing to close in as that covering of bones dropped away from her black-blood slicked body. The look in her eyes was...predatory.

Even as he fired out the cero, obliterating the wall behind him, she only smiled, as the air behind him would silently, soundlessly open up. Not even a glimmer of reiatsu that would be out of the ordinary for hueco mundo as a skeletal cervitaur stepped out of the ulcera immediately Adolf. Santa Ajora, in all of her glory, as instantly, the area around them began to grow her garden, And the.....doll...he had been speaking to, still smiled. It was not even a living thing. It was just a collection of...corpse material and all that. It was simply shaped well, after all, Ajora had a LOT of skill in craftsmanship and was even good with disguises. And she was more than stealthy enough to hide her spiritual pressure, so that anyone, like Adolf, could run into one of her dolls and promptly assume that it was her.

She stayed a silent barrier, that Adolf likely wouldn't even sense through her suppressed spiritual pressure. There was no ground for her blood and flesh to noisily hit on it's way down either, she was almost completely silent. "If you feel like challenging me, then that's perfectly fine. I've fought Captains, and done very well at that. Save for one....fluke. And I know that at present, the Captains are much stronger than the espada. Ever since Kuroi and that legendary primera vanished off the face of the earth." that soft, humane face tilted, and she paused not far from adolf. Seeming to simply......look him over, even if he had bumped back into Ajora if he decided to suddenly try and book it once the garden started growing again.

"I'm just here to hunt. What you do around me is irrelevent. And I sincerely doubt that you would do anything to speed or hamper my growth. I've been doing this a.....well a very short ammount of time. But having done it with, and without, help, I am aware of the limitations of assistance. At the very most you would be a distraction to anything strong. Because.....the reason...that I don't fear you. Adolf. Is that you're like every other member of our race: Stupid. You think that eating the biggest....strongest things will make a difference. But it won't. Eating something powerful for no reason is simply foolish. Even if you survive, you'll likely be injured. If I went up hunting crreatures as strong as me, I would be so...easy to attack, to ambush, to kill while fighting for my life. I'm...patient. So very very patient, Mr.Reinhard."

If he hadn't bumped into her already, it would be at that point that santa would curl her fingers around his shoulder, resting her flesh-sloughing hand onto him and giving him a soft squeeze. "Which is why.....if you run. I'm going to just kill as many of these things as I can, and then book it. If you somehow trap me, then I'll kill you and eat you. Do you have any idea how much I would grow from consuming an espada?~ I could become a vasto on the very spot. Imagine....how it would be, if your stupidity made me strong enough to begin killing your comrades who I wouldn't have stood a chance against before?~ Nhnhnhnhn~" She chuckled unpleasantly at the very notion. Alert the entire time. Very aware that he might...suddenly attack during her speech. Prepared to pause or stop entirely if she need be.

She almost wanted him to attack her. So that she could know what it was like to eat an espada. she might even keep most of him intact. Just eat his arms and legs...maybe some of his torso and neck and face. Leaving him alive and in agony as she consumed a good bit of him and then let loose against his comrades. "What's it going to be, Espada? Will you be a coward and run.... a traitor and help? OR a martyr and die?" She inquired, sounding bored and almost lazy as she spoke to him, no longer using the doll as she kept her attention on him. As she spoke, two big, bloogy, leathery skinless wings spread from her back. She didn't actually have wings, but she had grown them, and the bases were grabbed onto her back, more or less like her own custom special gear. Primitive, to say the least. But they would do a good job if he decided to try any thing.

-75 reiatsu for ulcera
4925/5000 reiatsu remaining

Doll Appearance

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Adolf sighed. "I thought I had made it rather clear, miss," He said, a rather annoyed look beginning to form on his face, "I have no intention on a skirmish with you. I merely gave you a possible option as to something that could be mutually beneficial towards us both. If you'd rather not, then so be it. I have no intention of swaying your decision either way, and certainly don't intend on fighting with you. Call me a coward all you like, I'm not easily provoked. Either way, enjoy your hunting, whatever your name may be." With that, Adolf began to take his leave. There wasn't much else for him to really be doing there to begin with. He was not about to get himself killed over playing "the good guy" role and avenging those Arrancar, and certainly wasn't about to convince someone to aid him that he really didn't need.

He made his way towards the blast in the wall that he had left a short while ago, refusing to look back. Treading through the pounds of meat and flesh on the ground was nothing short of atrocious. It was like he was stomping through a field of the hollow's past victims. Though, he very well could be. He had no idea what she was capable of, for all he knew, this could've been the remains of those she's slaughtered. He shuddered in response. He didn't want to think about this anymore, it was disgusting. Upon arriving at the hole in the wall, he quickly turned, waved a hand back towards the hollow, and jumped from the wall.

He made his way towards the ground level of Los Noches, eventually hitting it rather hard, though suffering minimal damage through the use of a well-timed sonido upwards to slow his speed. Los Noches was obviously out of the question for him to train, so the next best thing was a place he had constantly gone to for the hell of it; Menos Forest. At this point, there wasn't much stopping him, so making his way there wasn't something that could be considered out of the question at the moment, unless Ajora had decided to follow him, which was seemingly unlikely. He had no need to return at the moment, so that wasn't something he was about to do unless it was a necessity at this point. He hoped he never had to see that disgusting meatsack of a hollow again. 

[Santa Ajora]

Ajora couldn't stop the sneer she cast after the Espada as they left. She shook her head and rolled her shoulders. She sighed softly and looked up and down. Several floors above and below her were FILLED with her viscera. Two floors down a small group of hollows was actually putting up a resistance, she could see them through those countless eyes, focusing on that area as they used some sort of barrier ability to keep her garden from spawning in close to them. Of course the barrier itself was slowly cracking as they shouted their battle cries, hacking and slashing at the incoming wave of viscera and firing ceros and bala to keep it at bay.

Of course a stray cero carved clean through the floor at some point, adn cracks began to slither beneath their feet. Suddenly they were all standing stock-still, sweating as they did their best to remain calm. But that wasn't going to cut it. Immediately, the viscera on the sceiling below them promptly stabbed into the material, thick spines of bone slicing up into their feet and shins, causing several of them to collapse in agony as their hierro was pierced, one actually managed to divert the attack with his own hierro, but he did get knocked over by the jab instead. A moment later that blade sliced into one of his eyes and caused him to scream.

With the little resistance party dropped, She promptly tore down the ceiling beneath them, their floor suddenly crunching as the little group were dropped onto the corpses down below, landing on more sharp points and grabbing fleshless hands. They writhed and screamed in pain, trying to gasp for air as they were sucked into the deep waters of her garden, vanishing under those black petals and stems, only to be slowly stabbed to death amidst that pool of blood maintained by little sections cordoned off by flesh or bone. As no doubt tremendous ammonts of black blood were flooding down into the lower floors of Las Noches, possibly alarming the hollows down below once it actually reached them.

The ones up above weren't faring any better, one of them was a rather large fellow, carrying some of his allies on his back, fighting with tooth an nail as those on his back used their own abilities to stave off her garden. They all fought to their best of their abilities. And those two groups were among the only ones that fought together. Santa could sense numerous others that were not so lucky in the slightest. Lone wolves, those willing to shove their comrades into harms way only to turn around and be met with those hands grabbing their ankles, stabbing them, breaking bones, and crushing them against the floor. Even those who thought that they were invincible.

One PARTICULARLY strong arrancar's hierro was tanking just about everything that she could stab at him with. He had stomped several of his fellow arrancar simply for getting in his way, refusing any help and refusing to help others. He simply roared out, laughing as he tore his way around. Unaware that On either side of him, Santa had created big walls, sectioning off the area so that it filled up with blood, until finally the walls around him suddenly collapsed, and a flood of black blood rushed in on him from both sides, the Arranca'rs screams echoed until the black blood drowned it all out, flailing as skeletal and meaty hands grabbed him, restraining him. For all of that tough hierro, he was not physically strong, and was easily dragged to the floor and away from the air, pressed, squeeze,d and slowly broken. His body twisted, bones snapping as his limbs were made into twizzlers, and finally his head was pushed so hard into the floor that the pressure simply caused his ears to pop and his skull to pop like a watermellon. His precious hierro at least kept all that mush inside his tough skin.

More and more she....selected the arrancar. Those two groups that had worked together found themselves strung up, injured, but not dead, kept together, to watch as those without solidarity were grabbed, forced to a wall or floor, and then crushed into mulch and chewed up by mouths that spawned out of the garden itself. All of this, Ajora did as she walked into what she felt was the center of this particular structure. She reached out, rolling her shoulders, and once those little cooperative groups were collected, restrained, and then shoved to the edges of her garden before being pushed out onto dry floor. She wanted those ones to survive. She was, perhaps, a bit of a romantic. Perhaps they might take this encounter as a lesson.

but as for all the rest? They were devoured, and mulched up. Once that was done, it was a simple matter of using those countless bony arms to grab onto the walls and the ceilings and floors that she could reach, and with a sudden TENSION she had them TEAR them apart, the walls collapsing under the might of her garden, as almost a dozen floor s suddenly would collapse around her, using an ulcera to slip out of the plane as the entire section of Las Noches promptly collapsed on itself, those numerous floors crumpling and dropping like a bloody black mess, even busting a few floors beneath that and breaking through until the structures finally stopped that avalanceh of material.

She could even sense a few arrancar down there that were still struggling. Stabbing, firing bala and Cero into the rubble that had collapsed onto them. But they soon found the ghastly skeletal hands reaching through the rubble, clapping over their mouths and suffocating them as the weight of the mess ontop of them slowly crushed the life right out of them. Honestly she had destroyed so much that she couldn't even quite locate most of the arrancar she had killed. Dropping down and popping out of the ulcera, she began looking through the rubble, picking out a few of the arrancar, at the very least making sure that she found that big fat skinbag that had been laughing like a maniac. Even as she saw arrancar up on the edges of the hole she created looking down to watch her eat.

She couldn't help but slowly smile at that, her head tilting until her neck popped and she looked up at the arrancar gathered around. It was a little adorable. "I know that you are likely angry. Perhaps even vengeful. But truly you have nobody to blame but your leaders. None of you are worth anything. You are weak. Flimsy. And uncultivated. You were simply collected and left to fend for yourself. Whereas I have the spirit of my herd, who keeps my garden strong." She slowly grinned behind her mask. "Your Espada are nothing but weapons. Titles that mean nothing. And an army without proper leaders is just a pathetic gang or mob." She shook her head and rolled her shoulders.

"If you seek someone to blame for this misfortune. Then merely look up, and cry to your apathetic god." She rasped and finished up mulching and consuming the few bodies that she had managed to slurp up. It wasn't much, but all the same, she still felt tremendously stronger. But even so, she felt a bit cheated. Here she had thought that it would be like the shinigami. That Espada would be rushing to take care of her, to challenge her. Perhaps she should head for the higher levels? No perhaps even that wouldn't get her anywhere. From the "Primera" she had run into, it seemed that the Espada had fallen into inactivity for a reason. Laziness. That or fear. This felt....empty. Meaningless.

And what about what that strange man had said? She thought back to his words, how about he had offered to even HELP her. To bring her up to the floors with stronger hollows. What exatly had been his game? She had originally thought he was trying to lure her into stronger enemies so that he could suddenly turn on her and take her down. And his behavior pointed firmly to that. He had been a coward after all. Not only that, but he had left the area completely. Either frightened or horrified by her garden. A notion she cackled to herself over as her entire body shuddered. This was so empty. Empty empty...... Reaching up, she placed a skeletal hand over her chest as flesh dripped from it.

"Perhaps... the shinigami are my salvation after all. Perhaps they can keep me from feeling so irrevocably empty..." she growled out as the air around her suddenly crackled, an ulcera opening up beside her as she stalked into it, more than content with leaving the mass of dead bodies. Of course this was intentional. The hollows down below would no doubt begin fighting their way up, to feast on the corpses she'd left behind. At that point, those vasto would perhaps even begin hunting the arrancar above them, and slowly making their way up. She could sense plenty of mid-tier arrancar above, and above that some who were actually decent. If the Vasto and Adjuchas could eat their way up, they could very possibly simply overwhelm the arrancar and slaughter them. Well, up to a point.

But then what? The Espada were so weak these days. And Vasto lorde were more than a match for them if they had an advantage of numbers. For just one moment, she entertained the idea of an espada or two falling to the hollows living below them, something that made her cackle softly to herself as she vanished from Las Noches. If she had not been branded with fate and purpose, she might have overseen the movement herself. But for now, she was not all that keen. Once an espada with a spine showed up, no doubt they would restore order and things would probably go back to the way they were. and she knew deep in her heart that it was because Hollows did not feel strong. How could they with the Arrancar and Shinigami lording over them?

But she was going to CHANGE that. It consumed her, it coursed through her mind and made her tremble with rage as she thought about it. But the remedy to that was not here. Not within Las Noches. No. She felt that her salvation, and the salvation of her species lay in Soul Society. She thought back to her defeat as she stepped through the valley of screams and she felt a revulsion that almost made her vomit. Hotaru KUCHIKI. Captain of Squad ten. A name the REFUSED to let slip from her mind. Her eyes shaking in her head, constantly refocusing as she felt her entire body tense up at the very thought of the woman. "Spare me these cowards, gods above. That witch is the one I deserve. The Meal to COMPLETE me." She tasped and clutched at her own chest, tearing the flesh from it as it continued to grow and hoding it up before her as she walked, watvching the muscle and sinew writhe in her hands, giggling softly as she pulled a heart out of that mess, one of several that were sloughing off of her. And she cackled loudly, grinning as she squeezed that organ until it popped, imagining it belonged to the Captain.

"Just you wait for me Captain~ I promise I'll be seeing you soon."

2 class 5 Arrancar
1 Class 6 Arrancar

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Adolf: 125 SP awarded

Ajora: 875 TP awarded