Here To Document The Local Vermin [R / PvP / NDE]

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What a nice night. That was the best and most PG-13 way of describing it. Who would have thought this little trip to the Rukongai would be this entertaining. Nothing that had happened was anything he had planned. It was all entirely going with the flow. And hey, you know what, that was fine. Look how things turned out. Alexander got to party, he got to roll around in the sheets with a Shinigami, and now he even had someone who would do his work for him. All in all, a good evening. There was something extra exciting about the person he laid with being a Shinigami. A forbidden fun, so to speak. Oh Alexander loved sleeping with danger. Any moment Miranda could have turned on him. She could have slide a dagger across his throat as he slept or even mid coietace. But she didn’t. He doubted she wouldn. And she didn’t.

As he said before they began, he would handle everything. He made sure that her first time was full of learning, experience, and pleasure. This wasn’t his first rodeo. No, not by a long shot. The Silbern was chock full of beautiful, perfect, women. Quincy was the superior breed, after all. None as perfect as Amalia Vollbrecht, the pride and joy of the Sternritter, but Miranda didn’t fall short of Alexander’s prefered taste. No, she was just right. He had fun, regardless. He made sure that Miranda had fun as well.

The smell of smoke was what woke him up actually. Sleeping on his arm rather than the pillow, though said pillow was beneath that arm, Alexander opened his eyes groggily and mumbled. He grunted a little before yawning, stretching his arm outward before turning his head to look at Miranda. He blinked, recalling the events of last night and smiling. ”I told you I’d take care of everything.” He playfully commented, raising his hand and politely rejecting her offered cigarette. ”I don’t smoke. But thank you.” he replied, resting on the back of his arms as he looked out the window. Day had already broke? ”Do you know what time it is?” he asked, sitting up and throwing his feet over the side of the bed.

Getting to his feet he realized he didn’t have any hangover. He was quite thankful for that. Stretching one arm behind his head and leaning to the side, Miranda would get a daylight view of the man’s body. He was thin. He wasn’t exactly large when it came to muscles, but it was obvious that they were there. He had a thin, slender, body. Like someone who ran instead of lifting weights. The body of an archer, of a man who needed to move fast and be as nimble and acrobatic as possible. While his body was sculpted near perfectly, his skin was the only true blemish.

Dotting across his body were various scars all in wildly varied sizes and shapes. Some resembled slashes, made by claw or blade was unclear. Dimples that were the aftereffects of puncture wounds were punched into the back of his left shoulder blade. The front of his body was no different. His body carried with it the memories of past battles against demon kind, where accidents or bad luck had take their tolls. Grabbing his pants off the floor, Alex realized that he had business he needed to attend too. ”Oh...I’ll be right back.” he excused himself, locking himself into the rooms bathroom so he could drain the lizard. The rest of his clothes had been left lying around, including that massive and oh so comfy looking cloak of his.

[Miranda Frost]

Professor Alexander Alistair was certainly a man to behold. With how things happened, she never did get many chance to admire the entirety of his body. Sculpted like one of those old greek statues, but littered with scars that showed his experience. Miranda had her doubts about him, but while she still felt a bit strange having such an intimate night with one of which had been constantly engrained into her psyche as evil, she felt it was worth it. Her muscles ached in the most wonderful of ways from the events that transpired, but it didn’t keep her from slipping from the covers stained from their encounter. She put out her cigarette and threw her arms up in a light stretch, a sweet yawn eased from her lips.

“Well… I should probably get back.”, she muttered to herself while peeking out the window. It was still early morning, but no doubt her absence wasn’t unnoticed. “Right. Time to get dressed” She looked about the mess of the room, scooping up their clothing and tossing them all in a single heap upon the bed. Miranda was amazed on how much she had to dig to find her clothing, but she shouldn’t really. Alexander was quite the gentleman and displayed himself as such. She through on the white rob that served as the under-layer to her uniform. She tightened the sash around her waist tightly and slipped her Zanpakuto over her hands, a pair of black leather gloves with quite the sharp points decorating each finger, and slipped the silver amulet given to her around her neck.

With the basics handled she started separating her clothing from his, at least until she saw something of his belongings that seemed rather familiar. Before moving the fur coat that covered it, she knew it was the shirt that held his family crest, but the small portion Frost saw didn’t match any part of that crest he had shown her, or at least to her memory. “It couldn’t hurt to loo--”, she muttered as she moved the heavy coat up and over. She froze in place at what she saw. “No… it couldn’t be. Could it?”, she thought, her steel eyes fixated upon that sigil displayed over the back of that shirt, the sigil of the Vandenreich.

There was no doubt about it. Miranda recognized that symbol easily. Five blade like arms stretched out from a single point with fangs spreading out from their ends to from a deadly, circular star-like shape. Alexander couldn’t be a part of that group. That would make him her enemy! He had been so kind to her and they seemed to form what seemed to be the formation of a friendship, if nothing else. Enemies couldn’t treat each other in such a manner, could they? Her mind raced and her heart pulsed with heavy thumps against her chest. No. This wasn’t the case.

Jyuria herself had such alluring words, and her promises were made to be quite appetizing. If Miranda had accepted she would not be alive to this day. Mariposa Serrato had taken a liking to her in a similar manner. Miranda was beautiful, this much she knew, what she didn’t know would be the cost of this desire. At least five fellow shinigami lay dead as a result, their bodies mangled in the most horrific of ways. No harm would come to Miranda. Despite her attempt to struggle, Mariposa defeated her without throwing a single offensive attack. She promised pleasure and a warm existence where only she mattered. Again, Miranda refused.

Alexander Alistair, what was his correlation to those two? Miranda’s eyes flashed with smoldering anger and flicked to the door that separated her from him. He… He took advantage of her weakness. Like a predator catching its prey off guard he hoped his charm and charisma would make the Shinigami swoon for him. Even after she had agreed to assist him in what felt like a good-natured mission, he had decided to ensure her commitment to this goal of his by seducing her in her time of vulnerability. It had worked. It was flawless even, save for the slight complacent act of not keeping his true allegiances hidden.

It took every bit of her willpower not to bust down that door and slice away his manhood for his transgression, but the little voice in the back of her mind convinced her otherwise. She had caught him in omitting information before. Had he had approached her in the right way, she may still have helped him, enemy or not. How could he have known Miranda was such a reasonable Shinigami. Miranda gritted her teeth and covered the sigil back up and sat at the foot of the bed, throwing a leg gently over the other and leaning back, her clawed gloves piercing the bed beneath her.

She waited there in simmering silence, doing all she could to keep herself calm. It was so hard. The weight of it all hammered down upon her shoulders and she felt at any moment she could buckle. No. She would give this man all but one more chance. She knew the circumstances weren’t in their favor to produce an honorable interaction, and she knew that most would not hold such thing in high regard as she did. She waited and waited and when he finally emerged from the bathroom her voice spoke out slow and clear. “Professor Alexander Alistair, Bane of Demons. I think you’re hiding something from me, something quite… vital to our arrangement.”, She smiled, or rather attempted to. The corners of her mouth quivered, radiating her violent frustration. “I recommend you tell me, and I recommend you do it now.”

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The sound of the toilet flushed to indicate that Alex was done with his business. After washing his hands the door to the bathroom opened, the Quincy emerging no longer naked but having finally put on his pants. A satisfied look on his face as the fluid inside him that had built up all night was finally let out. Well, that fluid. Another one had certainly been let out plenty overnight. He needed a shower. He was certain he smelled like the mixture of two peoples sweat and, really, he wanted to clean that up right away. But as he entered back into the room, his attention was drawn to Miranda. “Professor Alexander Alistair, Bane of Demons. I think you’re hiding something from me, something quite… vital to our arrangement.”

The Quincy blinked. Those blue eyes glanced at her, drifting across her form, as he wondered just what she meant. His hand in his hair, the Quincy stood frozen for a second before scratching his head. He started chuckling after pursing his lips, removing his hand from his head and scratching his cheek. ”Well...I didn’t use a rubber if that’s what you mean. But you shouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. Who’s ever heard of a Shinigami bearing a Quincies child?” he asked, joking and not actually realizing what was going on.

Though, why was she mad about that? She should have known he hadn’t used any protection. Where the hell would they have even gotten any? The dumbass hadn’t put it together yet that Miranda had figured out who he was with. ”I’m sorry. I got caught up in the moment of everything and failed to use protection.” he apologized, strolling over to his travel cloak and bending down. ”How about you and I go get some breakfast and we can ta-” he started to say as he lifted up his cloak and realized that his shirt wasn’t there. Where did his shirt go? He blinked, mouth frozen mid-sentence, as he moved his cloak around on the floor and looked inside it to see if it was in there. Where did his shirt go? He made sure to leave it underneath his cloak.

He then blinked and looked away from his cloak. The puzzle pieces were fitting together now. He closed his eyes, beginning to open his mouth, and had one of those “oh no” moments were you realize what had just happened. Closing his mouth and stretching his lips, Alex remained crouched there for a moment before nodding a few times. ”Crap.” he muttered to himself before letting out a sigh. Rising to his feet and turning to face Miranda, he offered her a sheepish smile for a moment before laughing. ”It’s kinda funny, y’know. Now your report won’t be a lie.” He joked, putting his hands together kinda like he was praying, pointing it left and right and then pointing at Miranda with his hands.

”So before you get mad...or madder...you didn’t exactly ask y’know.” Alex was dropping the Charisma. ”I might have actually even been honest!” Alex replied, stretching his arms out at his sides and taking a few, roundabout, steps back towards the door. ”Soo...I’m gonna go now. You’ve got a busy day ahead of you no doubt and I reaaaallly doubt you need me keeping you any longer.”

[Miranda Frost]

”It’s kinda funny, y’know. Now your report won’t be a lie.”

Miranda felt her anger swell beneath her breast like a fiery typhoon captured within a tiny glass bottle. The pressure was great and she felt as if anything else added would cause it to burst and send her into berserker’s rage. It’s happened only a few times before, but in one particular time she almost killed a friend and in another it threatened not only her own life but the lives around her. What certainly helped was that it wasn’t that the man lied, but merely omitted information for his own safety and security.

How smart of him. He was vandenriech and potentially a high ranking one of that if what strength she sensed of him was any indication. Given her own job in helping the security of the Sereitei, she couldn’t expect him to come clean, even if she stuck to her own sense of honor. She felt most of her anger of him fade and redirect onto herself. If she didn’t hold her own ideals, perhaps life would be that much easier. She wouldn’t be thrust into these situations time after time. Perhaps she wouldn’t be as strong as she was, but her life would be a simpler and more secure one. Frost would have to reflect on herself later, but for now, there was this one particular issue to solve.

The solution was simple. In fact it pained her for how obvious it was. After all it came from the man’s mouth himself. Without so much as a movement a clump of her reiatsu crystalize into a meter long ice pike centered just behind the man just as he began to make his way to the door. She could have fired but refrained from doing so. He’d feel the narrow point of the crystal press against him as he moved back, and hopefully that’d stop him if only for a moment. This conversation was not done, not yet.

“You’re only half right professor”, She stated, clenching her hands into tight fists at her side. “You said to tell them that I fought a Vandenreich scout before he fled. Here’s how this is going to work: We fight, no citizens will be harmed in the process, and then you flee if you can.” She sighed and shook her head, glancing out the window beside her. If they didn’t do this soon before the major commuting commenced, casualties may not be avoidable.

“Alterations will have to be made. First off, cover your face, the people here would likely have remembered it. Second, discard the fur coat here and retrieve it afterwards, if you can.” Such a precaution could be avoided if they fought in a secluded area, but alas, such a thing was difficult this close to the Sereitei. “If not~ I have something cozy to wear until you return to retrieve it from me.”, She said with a short, soft laugh to break the tension here. It was good to have allies in a variety of places. Who knows? Maybe this will pay off for her when the time comes to call upon him. “I believe this is reasonable enough, Professor Alistair. It would be a shame if I have to alter it further.”

(-50 reiatsu for construct made. will put my stats and stuff her later when I can)

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”Eh?” Alexander uttered when he felt something sharp jab into his back whilst he was retreating towards the door. Looking over his shoulder, Alex spied the javelin made out of ice, or crystal, hovering in the air behind him. Ah. Now he understood a little. He gleaned some knowledge regarding just what Miranda’s abilities were. He’d seen it earlier, the night prior, when they were drinking together. She materialized a mug, just for herself, seemingly out of thin and air and made from the same material that this pike was made from. At first, and while drunk, Alexander didn’t make much note of it. If he did he probably had just assumed it was Kido. But no. Now he had a decent understand what it was.

Miranda never said the name of a Zanpakuto. He never witnessed a release. That meant two things. Firstly, that Miranda didn’t have a Zanpakuto. Alex didn’t believe that was the case. No. For whatever reason, people who didn’t possess a release had command of power far outweighing those that did have a release of some kind. Technique Masters. Kenpachi’s. Alexander was experienced with the former. The true lust of his loins, the most powerful and beautiful Quincy, was one such woman who lacked a release. She held power that most could not even come close to. Alexander did not believe Miranda was one like this. No. The power she displayed and that he could feel was nothing like Amalia’s.

That meant one other thing. Miranda was already released. She had always been released this entire time. A permanent release, perhaps? His eyes, like darting hummingbirds, snapped to her gloves then back to her as she continued to talk. Those gloves that she never took off, even when they were rolling around in each others naked embraces. Could they have possibly been her Zanpakuto? He blinked, finally drawing his attention back to her, and those analytical eyes of a professional demon hunter and Captain of the Vandenreich were replaced by his typical, casual, nonchalant gaze. ”Eh?” he asked, putting on a act of confusion.

He had to wonder. Was Miranda stupid or did she actually like him? ”So...let me see if I have this straight.” Alexander remarked with a sigh, lowering his arms down casually to his side and leaning on one of his feet more so than the other. As he did so, he made the choice to suck in some reiatsu. The Quincy Cross, dangling on his wrist, rotated from the motion of lowering his arm. The finely crafted piece of spiritual metal shimmered only slightly. ”We fight, I disguise myself, and none of the townsfolk get hurt. I then run off? Is that what you’re suggesting?” Alex asked, with a raised eyebrow.

He wasn’t too keen on leaving his cloak with Miranda though. He didn’t trust her intentions with it, honestly. Plus it was made from the fur of a Polar Bear Beast-Clansmen. A truly rare find. Still. If this was what needed to be done he’d play his part. If Miranda ended up dying...well, that would suck. For her. Alexander always had other means or could explore other avenues to find whatever was Hell related hiding within the Seireitei. Slowly inhaling, Alexander took a deep breath before shaking his head. ”Ayayay...so worried about your job.” he said to himself, before he made his move.

The first thing he did was activate his Firing Property: Arise. Once his words ceased the arrows were released. Miranda would unexpectedly find herself on the wrong side of a firing squad. From Alexander’s feet came four bolts of arrow shaped light. Yes, his feet. Well, no, not literally his feet. But from the floor around his feet. Hurtling themselves at Miranda at a speed of no less than 700, the Shinigami would need to act incredibly fast to avoid what was coming next. Each of those four arrows, once close enough to Miranda, would suddenly detonate as if they were explosive.

Wood and glass hurtled through the air and into the streets below from the force of Alex’s arrows. With his Blut now activated, pumping the protective power of the Emperor through his veins, Alex placed his hand upon his face and summoned a modified version of his Spirit Fragment. While it typically only occupied half of his face, he chose for it to cover the entirety of the top of his head to obscure his eyes. While also serving as a momentary disguise, it would also allow him to absorb more reiatsu. Tying his hair back into something of a mans ponytail, just to better disguise himself, Alexander stepped out to the edge of the ruined room to look out onto the streets below.

Sure enough, people were screaming and runnings. Like scared little ants. It was also worth noting that Alexander was now wearing his shirt. Lifting his hand to his mouth and grunting a little, to modulate his voice, Alexander decided to put on a show. ”Well! I had hoped to kill you while you were still sleeping, Shinigami! But you’re much more nimble than I expected.” Alex decided to let himself get swept up into the role he was being forced to play. Really, he just wanted his cloak back.

Remaining Reiatsu: 3,330 / 3,000
+800 for Reiatsu Absorption
-150 for Class 5 Firing Property Activation
-160 for x4 Class 4 Arrows
-160 for x4 Arrow detonations

[Miranda Frost]

“That is exactly what I’m suggesting”, she thought, observing the man as he contemplated the Shinigami’s plan. It honestly didn’t matter what she said at this point. It wasn’t that difficult to feel the flow of reishi flow through her field to become absorbed by the Quincy, or at least that’s what it felt like. Her experience with Quincies was a minuscule one. Even then, she had never fought against one before. Could Alexander have the same issue? Gauging by his superior strength, Miranda found that incredibly unlikely. She took the movement of reishi as a sign that the battle had begun, and awaited the first move.

The professor would fire not from the conventional bow she had witnessed before, but from his feet. The moment she felt the bolts fire, she shunoed to the side of the room to dodge the bolts, but only just barely. The explosion peppered her hair and singed the left side of her robes. Had she stayed still it would have been over. A lock of silver hair there and a glass riddled limb there. The result would have been a gruesome spectacle. Miranda shook her head and righted herself, carefully leaping through the new created hole to follow the Vandenreich “Scout”.

She landed carefully once on the street. After all the glass and wood splinters littering the road don’t take kindly to unprotected feet walking across it. Frost chided herself into deciding to remain improperly dressed for this occasion. She wore the bare minimum: her gloves and the thin white robe that served as her uniform’s undergarment. At least her good uniform would spare a bit of damage. Miranda dusted herself off, wiping away the glass and wood splinters plaguing it.

”Well! I had hoped to kill you while you were still sleeping, Shinigami! But you’re much more nimble than I expected.”

The shinigami sighed. As reluctant as it seemed he was to her plan as it was stated, he put on the facade of comic-like villian well enough. The voice itself was a bit much, in her opinion, and with it paired with the rest of his “Disguised” she felt the beginnings of a laugh build in her throat. As funny as it was, this fight was a serious one. If she didn’t proceed with caution she could end up injured or worse. The professor was stronger than him, after all. “I recommend you leave. By now they have surely detected your failed attempt on my life”, She called out to him, stepping towards the man. “You only have a few minutes before they arrive.” It was a warning, more or less, detailing the time table they’d have during their little game.

Unfortunately for Miranda, she couldn’t afford to play. Miranda took a step forward, charging her reiatsu once more at her feet before launching herself via shunpo to get within grabbing distance. At that moment she reached out with her reiatsu, forming what seemed like bladed Vandenreich sigils with the reishi drawn in from the surrounding area. She formed them to his left, to his right, and one behind him. All hovered about five feet from the man, with the to flanking him formed just out of his field of vision. “Spin”

She propelled the rapidly spinning constructs. as she reached for the quincy, sending the right one at the Professor’s thigh, the left at his ankles with the other at the man’s neck (at the speed of 600) all the while she sent her clawed hand forward, the sharp tips of her fingers bared with the slightest twinkling of spiritual power.Should the projectiles miss, she need not worry about them hitting her. The constructs would miss her and be retained within her zone of influence.

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{stats}
Strength - 80 Points

Speed - 120 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 220 - 330 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 190 Points

Light Aura - 75 Points

Dark Aura - 25 Points

Instinct - 150 Points

Senses - 50 Points 

Energy sensory - 50 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

3050/3300 reiatsu
  -100: 2x Shunpo
  -150: 2x construct creation via Shikai.

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Good. Everything seemed to be going well. Alex could tell that, though reluctant, Miranda was fine playing along with this little charade of theirs. He’d play along too. He liked playing games after all. But he needed to be careful. This game he intended to play with Miranda was no different than a cat toying with its food before the end. But Alex needed to be careful not for his own sake, but for Miranda’s. The white haired Shinigami was vital to him. It wasn’t that he cared for her. Hardly. He would be willing to blow a hole through her chest at any moment should he need to. But she presented him an opportunity that he wanted to pounce on. She was a tool, a pawn, for his plan. He couldn’t break her. Not yet, anyway.

”Only a few minutes, you say?” Alexander asked, tilting his head to his right shoulder as he questioned her words. His lips peeled back to reveal a white toothed grin as her warning seemed to completely unfaze him. ”That’s more than enough time.” he taunted, confidently, before noticing that Miranda was gone. Well, not truly gone. She was still here. But she wasn't there. She was mid movement. Shunpo, to be precise. She used Shunpo. She was using Shunpo to close the gap of distance between her and he. Interesting. Why was she doing that?

Alex wondered that as three crystal, ice, sugar, structures appeared around him. One on his left, one on his right, and based on the sounds in his ears one behind him as well. If Miranda was able to willingly create structures out of thin air why was she bothering with getting close? Especially when she had just seen Alexander’s firing property? Something was going on here. Something fishy was afoot. Something he needed to be wary of. That was, at least, what his instincts as a demon slayer and warrior were telling him. He was smart to trust his spider sense.

Just as Miranda reappeared, those three created ice like structures also made their move to harm Alex. A multi-front attack. An attack on all fronts. It was a commendable effort. Had Alex been anyone else other than who he was, Miranda’s attack might have succeeded. But, alas, it didn’t. Just as those crystalline javelins were made, a power only bequeathed to those of the Vandenreich rushed through the mans very veins. His very blood became empowered by the blessing of his Majesty, of Der Kaiser, and granted Alexander untold power. So when Miranda’s crystals struck Alex, yes struck him, there was no reaction. Alex made no move to avoid her summoned attacks. Why would he? When they struck him there was no damage.

”Good try, sweet heart.” Alex commented just before, having lifted his left hand during all of this, Alex flicked his index and middle finger forward and in her direction. As Miranda reached for Alex to coat him in crystal the woman would find herself in hellish pain as, from Alexander’s two fingers, two tongues of electricity lashed out and made connection with her body. As though Alex had just become a Dark Lord of the Sith, bolts of lightning was firing from his two fingers. A Human World Technique. While Vandenreich abilities were certainly superior, Alex wasn’t one to overlook useful tools outside the Vandenreich. Energy Generate Techniques, for example, was one of those tools.

There were many Quincy who overlooked Techniques outside those of the Quincy and Vandenreich teachings. They viewed them as lesser. Weaker. Undeserving of time and effort to learn. Alex disagreed. Narrowing yourself to only a select few powers was how you created enemies who could predict and expect all of your tricks. Alex wasn’t one of those people. What he used now was a Techniques called Electrocution. An Energy Generate Technique. One of the most popular and most powerful of them out there. Blasting Miranda back the way she came with the sheer power behind two fingers worth of lightning, Alexander watched as the woman’s quivering and smoldering body fell back down to the ground.

Where the electricity struck would be inflicted with second-degree burns. While he could have used the technique for a solid seven seconds of continued electrocution, he chose instead to cut it short when he was confident he was safe from Miranda’s attack. What’s more, his Blut Viene still protected him from Miranda’s crystals. In truth, Alexander was being a little rough on her. But he was doing it for a reason. He wanted Miranda to remember something. He wanted a fact imprinted into her head. While Alex was friendly than most and was more than willing to have a fun night with her, he was still a Vandenreich Quincy. He was a Captain. He wanted her to understand the sheer distance that existed between their powers. That he could kill her at any time should she displease him.

”Break times over. We only have a few minutes, remember?” Alex asked, jovially, before jumping down from his position and landing on the same, even, ground of the street. When his feet touched the ground, however, three arrows suddenly appeared and were fired towards Miranda. The Quincy wasn’t giving the Shinigami any breathing room. He’d rough her up a little more, to make everything more convincing. After firing his arrows, Alex made sure to absorb some more reiatsu from the air around him.

Remaining Reiatsu: 3,140 / 3,000
+600 Reiatsu Absorption
-400 for Class 3 Electrocution
-300 for Blut Viene
-60 for x3 Class 6 arrows

[Miranda Frost]

What was her will power compared to the power of an untouchable foe? Like crackling thunder, Alexander reacted to her aggressive attempt to gain a foothold in this bout. Nothing but the smell of burning ozone filled her senses as she was flung back, with lingering arcs of blue electrical power buzzing about her form. She hit the dusty ground hard, with the dirt defiling her once clean white robes.

Frost found it hard to breath as she regained her senses. Her muscles screamed from the electrical shock as she regained her footing. Holes littered the robes in where Alex’s surprise electrical touch contacted. In places the fabric was completely torn away. In others it was held together by thin strips of pale fabric. In either case, the base layer of her uniform. With a hand clenching her ragged uniform she took a step forward to her adversary.

“Quincy, there are easier ways to undress me.”, She struggled to say with her regained breath. Her reiatsu reached out to the space before her, drawing in reishi from the surrounding area. Before her she’d create a wall of crystalline spears consisting of ten simple spears spaced arranged in two rows of five, their points trained on the man. Frost kept her cool, but even she knew there was little chance of victory here.

Her main ability couldn't be used to harm this man, not so long as that technique he used to make himself more durable was active. Frost recognized that the only chance she had of taking the quincy down was the times she could never bring herself to take arms against another. Without her honor, what else did she have? The fear of forever being thrust into combat with a power gap just out of her ability to reach? Miranda shook her head.

“You’re right. Time’s up, but I think this fight’s over.”, she’d comment, taking her mind off of her previous, dangerously depressive thoughts. A task force of several shinigami were being dispatched and they were closing in fast. Even now she could feel their combined weight. Though not as strong as that quincy, they did have the numbers advantage. She imagined that Alex would have a tough fight before him if he didn’t take his leave. “Now’s your chance.”


10 spears created: 500 reiatsu spent

2450/3300 reiatsu remaining.

[Col Arana]

Alex: 67 paragraphs + 100 for victory, so a total of 770 TP

Miranda: 64 paragraphs so 640 TP