Equal Opportunity Instigator

[Kitai Yoru]

Oh the dent was bad. It was really really bad. Kitai flexed his reiatsu against it. The metal of the machine twisted and turned, shifting into a black and white mist, condensing into the palm of his hand. All that remained of the item was a pinstripe Fabergé egg. Kitai scanned over it, and found an indent around the top of it. He ran his finger around the wound. Kitai shed a single tear over his wounded vehicle. "Don't worry girl, I'll have you good as new in no time. That brute won't ever hurt you again." He said in a whisper, kissing it gently, before putting it in his pocket.

Then he started listening to the words that his friend was saying, getting over his dramatic moment rather quickly. "What do you mean 'dinner guest'? Are you conspiring what that filthy fucking Akki?" He said, clenching and unclenching his hand. The gauntlet clicked and rattled as his hand shook in anger. What in the three and a half worlds was Arcadus doing talking to Orobas of all creatures? Did he know they were a Hellion? He had to assume so, if not from before, than at least from how his fight with them went. He had to assume that he had seen it, given how he was commenting on the SUPER, and that he had managed to follow The Worm so quickly.

"Oh yeah, this thing is incredible. Screws over a lot of people really hard. Didn't realize that it would result in that, but hey, I'm not complaining. Much." He replied to Arcadus' comment, glad that the man had an appreciation for Kitai's taste in items. Like a well made weapon, the SUPER was extremely lethal if used on the right person. On the wrong person it was next to useless, but hey, nothing was perfect. But for as quick as the topic had changed, it was just as quickly set back on track, with Arcadus bringing up the elephant hollow in the room.

"Yeah, something about thirty three days, fuck if I know. Also, what the fuck is the Sanctus? I heard a friend of mine mention it, but he never really elaborated. And who the heck is Alastor? If you tell me he's another Akki, I'm going to beat your ass. Do not conspire with Akki!" He said, swiping his left hand through the air. A small rift opened around his limb, grabbing something as he pulled it out. A marble of reiatsu that felt heavy in his hand. How long had he been letting this thing charge? He hadn't been keeping count. To Arcadus, however, he wouldn't be as ignorant.

The orb was concentrated reiatsu. If Arcadus could sense specific numbers, he would be able to tell that this ruby jewel of power was well over fifteen times his entire reiatsu reserve. "Hold on a sec." Kitai said to the Espada, reaching his right hand into the mist. He pulled out a screaming abomination made of slabs of meat with bones for the grip, like you would see in a cartoon. A bladed chain silenced the beast before it could start to rampage. "Guujin, huh? What's he like? Total douche, or is he a halfway decent guy?" He'd like some clarification on whoever this guy was before he started doing the Arrancar's dirty work.

Kitai ripped one of the meat clubs off the deceased beast, and bit into it. A sigil on his tongue glowed a hungry orange color, filling his mouth with light, as he tore into the meat. Gluttony was activated, boosting his reiatsu reserves by a good fifty percent. His stomach gurgled in hunger, wanting more. Kitai would fulfill the request, and shoved the Faustian Bargain into his mouth. With a loud 'gulp', he swallowed it whole. Then it dropped him to his knees, as he nearly screamed in pain. Everything went blank for a second, as his body and soul were filled with more reiatsu than he's ever had at once.

He dropped to his hands and knees, coughing. "Fuck that hurt!" He swore, before struggling to get back to his feet. "Never taking one that big again. Damn near killed me." He was woozy, but stable. "I'm looking for magical bullshit. Not the kind like The Worm or the SUPER. I'm taking about real crazy stuff. Rumor has it that this place has more stuff like that than the Soul Society does, with stronger people. That's why I'm here. But you seem awfully quick to sell this guy out. Do you have some sort of agenda or something? Most people don't want to see their comrades get attacked, you know?" Kitai stated.

The Lunatic pounded his chest with his unarmored hand as he spoke, every word coming out more raspy than he had intended it to be. That joke about it killing him might have been closer to the truth than he had realized. If he had eaten that without using Gluttony... Well, he might have exploded like a Failure. Heck, his body might have become a Failure. Wasn't that a scary prospect? Then he'd be just like Impo. He wondered what kind of Flood he would have? "I could probably turn this into an attack." He muttered to himself. Overloading someone with so much reiatsu they explode or turn into a failure. He could do that.


Black Fog: 350
Bladed Chains: 100
Mark of Sin Gluttony: 250
Faustian Bargain: +25,000
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 25,518/29,250
Total Reiatsu Used: 34,0822

[Arcadus]

Arcadus winced at the work "conspire". "I wouldn't say I'm working with Akki, more like 2 of them are trying to force me, and by approximation of what they said, you, into helping them with their plan, and I'm guessing that Sanctus is what thier organization is called, since is that thing Jeff mentioned. In either case, I don't want to help them, and considering they didn't mention other people besides you showing up, we could just get some people and jump them. At that place and time. The dinner guest thing is simply so I didn't have to trash my house and so I could get them to leave without a fight."

Waiting for a response, Arcadus, watching Kitai drink in a marble of reiatsu worth several dozen times Arcadus's own pool over and collapse, and as he was moving to help Kitai up, recoiled as the Saika held in a scream and bounced back up like nothing happened. "In terms of magical bullshit, Guujin's one of the wealthier people around, and someone who's not exactly popular in Los Noches. He didn't like me showing up and mercing the previous Cuatra and hopping into Trecera, despite Kouhai granting that request. As for why I want to sell him out, he an ass, constant contrarian, and wants nothing more than to sit pampered in his palace as Kouhai's personal lapdog, jumping between the Black Market and pestering Arrancar to obey Kouhai"

Arcadus grimaced, because as much as that could be levied at most espada, at least he had been trying to get power and communication lines set up. "Other than helping me take out political rivals, and getting your hands on nice magical trinkets, was there anything else you were here for? Oh, and did you enjoy the cheese I left you? I didn't really know what to buy, so I checked your trash and bought the ones that matched your labels. The clone wasn't as helpful as you would have thought." 

And in either case, Arcadus was doing his best to make the situation not devolve into fighting Kitai. That feeling of "friendship" was stirring again, and he really didn't want to hit the man who had poured his heart and soul out to him not a few days prior. It would feel like kicking a dog, a very big, very jumpy dog. Then stuffing that dog into an incinerator. Shuddering, Arcadus wondered what was taking the Espada so long to show up, but figured it was a matter of slower speeds and no flight, which he couldn't hold against them, they didn't bother innovating in those areas. 

"So Kitai, how about it, we go jump Guujin and take his shit, then in a month we wait and see if the Akki pair have recruited anyone dangerous enough to bother worrying about, and if they have, we gear up and beat the shit out of them. Sound like a plan?" Extending out his hand, Arcadus figured that if Kitai was going to try and fight him, he was at least going to give him what looked like an easy opening by grabbing his hand, and if he wasn't then this was going to be a normal handshake. 

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai was surprised that Arcadus helped him up. Not that the man would bother to do something like pick someone off the ground, but that he would be so willing to wade through the Black Fog to do so. It was quite the rick for someone like the Arrancar. The Lunatic didn't personally know just how much reiatsu the Espada had, but people who had a lot of strength often didn't have much reiatsu to work with, using all of their spiritual abilities to fuel their raw power. Kitai placed a hand against his iron skin, and used reiatsu transfer to replenish the reiatsu he'd lose.

He shook his head in disgust. "Fucking Akki. There's a reason I hate those self entitled monsters. They're Hell's 'special group'. They're Hollows that got sent to Hell, and broke their masks while down there. And you're smart for not wanting to help them, the pricks. They'll use you and throw you aside so fast your head will spin." Secretly, he wondered if that other Akki that attempted to drag him back to Hell is involved with Orobas and this third Hellion that Arcadus is mentioning. There was a lot of things going on behind the scenes, and he didn't like any of it.

Kitai really liked the suggestion of jumping the Akki. It put a downright nasty smile on his face imagining the Akki being destroyed. His answer to why the Akki was here was also acceptable. He wouldn't want to start a fight in the middle of his shop, and if things could have been handled with diplomacy, than it was better than losing his home. It didn't mean he liked it. He would have preferred the Arrancar called up the other Espada that were housed in this place to destroy the Akki, but perhaps there was a good reason he hadn't. Other than the immediate destruction of his personal belongings.

On second thought, Orobas has shown themselves to be the kind of being to destroy everything around them to spite the person they were fighting, so his apprehension would have been justified. Either way, this Gujin character seemed like quite the target. Not only was this guy wealthy, but apparently he was someone who had something against the blond. Kitai had been right on the money with the assumption that Arcadus wouldn't have minded this guy getting the axe, but he would be more than willing to do a favor for a friend. Especially when that favor held the promise of a good fight and magical power.

"The cheese? Oh, I loved it! Cheese is the greatest food in the world! I remember the cheese smoothies I used to make back when I was alive. Ahh, sweet memories." He told him. Arcadus would presumably escort Kitai to where this Gujin character was, and then they would kick his ass. "Sounds like a plan indeed! Isn't that right, boys!?" He said, grabbing Arcadus' hand, shaking it, as the dune behind Kitai exploded into the air like the world's worst geyser. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" An excited voice yelled out, followed by two others.

"You asshole! Why'dja leave me to get this sand'n shit out of my eyes?" Kitai's formerly lifeless corpse rose to his feet, rubbing his eyes. Two more slid down what remained of the sand plie, approaching the three. "Oh man, I've forgotten how nice it feels to be strong!" The more hyperactive Kitai said, flexing his hands while staring at them. The other one was slightly hunched over, looking to be in pain. The real Kitai, after letting go of Arcadus, shrugged off his Gigai slightly, holding his left arm out the the group. The Kitai that had been at his feet ripped off the limb, spraying the air in a fountain of blood, before the real Kitai got back into his body.

"Before we go, I need to set up a Blood Pool. I'm starting to reach my limit, and need a small refresher. It'll take a few minutes, so I would suggest you get out of the fog while it sets up." He told the Espada, not so subtly suggesting that it would be dangerous for the blond to remain in the fog for an extended period of time. If he did so, two of the Kitai clones would walk and talk with Arcadus as they escaped the black mist. There would then be a skip to when the pool would open. Kitai would jump in for several minutes, as he refreshed both himself, and prolonged him stay out of Hell for a while longer.

Black Fog: 350
Blood Pool: 200
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 24,968/29,250
Total Reiatsu Used: 34,632

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

Sounds of battle weren't unusual in Las Noches. But Rio caught the scent of a few Espada involved. And a Hellion. The fuck are they doing skulking around here!? He thought as he climbed off the couch in his Palace's lounge. Yes, Rio had a lounge. Hardly the sort to entertain guests, but it was technically a lounge, with a couch, chairs a (mostly intact) table, and that sort of thing. The Quinta began his trek out of his palace to see who the fuck it was having fun without him.

It didn't take Rio long to find the sands of Las Noches' interior and he began to make his way toward the sounds of battle. Of course by the time Rio arrived, Orobas had long since left, but that still left Kitai and Arcadus and the Black Mist. "I don't recognize that... Some little shit's breaking into Las Noches?!" Rio growled out, his tone masking how pleased he was by this development. Nobody'd had the balls to attack the Arrancar stronghold in quite some time. "Well... Someone needs to fucking take the trash out." Rio snarled, and swept his arm in an arc before him, unleashing a mighty wave of force that pulverized into Kitai's Black Mist, scattering much of it, and... well. If Kitai was in the black mist, the unfortunate Hellion was about to eat an 800 strength shockwave to his.... everything. Along with any copies. If it didn't pulverize him outright, it would probably at least send him flying out of the mist.

If Kitai was especially unlucky, it would crash into his clones attempting to leave the mist as well. "Get your ass out of your hiding hole and face me head on you fucking shit! I am Rio Demoniogalgo! Quinta Espada! And I'm gonna be your executioner today!" He roared at the mist, cracking his knuckles in anticipating of the battle to come. "Don't be shy little Hellspawn, you're just a bit lost! Not a problem, I'll get you right back home where you belong in no time!" He taunted.

Rio was dressed for battle in his Las Noches uniform. Mostly white, but his top was really more of a tunic than a full length shirt, and Rio left the front hanging open, not only displaying an impressive array of scars, but also the number "5" on his stomach. The long pants he wore hid his newest scar, a series of burns along his left leg, a remnant of his battle with Ludwig-- mostly repaired, and the leg fully functional, but Rio would be remiss to let the scars heal before he'd attended to the weakness in himself that had led to his catastrophic error against Ludwig. But the Espada wasn't thinking of that right now. No, his attention was on the Hellion before him. After-all. There was killing to be done.

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{Stats and Skills}Strength - 400 (800) Points
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 400 (200)Points
Reiatsu Strength - 400 Points
Light Aura - 0 Points
Dark Aura - 100 Points
Instinct - 200 Points
Senses 150 Points
Energy sensory - 50 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
Total: 1900 SP


Abilities

[Martial Arts: Pankration] 4
[Pain Tolerance] 3
[Unique Skill: Shockwaves] 3
Lack of Fear {2}
[Battle Learning] {2}
[Battle Analysis] {1}

[Kitai Yoru]

Ah waiting. Something that everyone had to do. Waiting. That thing that was an unavoidable part of life. Waiting. Kitai was standing over the spot where he had dropped down his blood pool, glaring at it, along with his clone. Kitai looked down at his watch. "Oh, right, I don't have a watch." He said to himself, looking at his wrist like an idiot. "How do you forget we don't have a watch?" Oh, right, he had nearly forgotten that he was currently besides himself. And that was to be taken in the most literal of senses. "If you had set started this while you were talking with Arcadus, you wouldn't be waiting as long, dumbass."

Kitai glared at his doppelganger with more than a little indignation. "Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to just tear it off the moment he showed up? Have you no class?" He argued with himself, mostly bickering to pass the time. Also because he couldn't stand losing an argument with himself. The second Kitai felt much the same way. "Oh yes, class, that's something we have in abundance. Did we get that before we made the X-ray contacts? Oh, or maybe it was the time we accidently discharged the finger taser and called it the 'Shocking Surprise'!" He retorted.

Kitai shuddered a bit, remembering the barbed hooks that nasty little thing had. It took him an uncomfortable ten minutes to get them out of his eye. Oh the zapping was bad. He was about to respond, probably with some very colorful language, when the equivalent of a freight train slammed into his side and launched his skinny ass into next week. He flew, dragging the Black Fog with it, as the poor Saika slammed into yet another dune. The clone had not been spared, as the massive shockwave barreled into him as well. This was much rougher on the reanimated corpse than it was on the real Saika, as its body was weakened from its Wrath from earlier.

Kitai, yet again underneath a small mountain of sand, was annoyed. "One day... One day, I will destroy all sand. So help me." He said aloud, his words muffled to even his own ears. The Black Fog surrounded the dune from all sides, except from the front. The Shockwave had cut a path all the way through. An inpressive feat of strength, all things considered. The sand around the top of the sand pile shifted, before a red light burst out of it. The light unraveled, revealing a mostly undamaged Kitai, with one of his Grasping Hands coiling around him like an angry snake.

"Fuck you! You're an asshole!" Kitai yelled out, cupping both of his hands around his mouth. Nettled was a good word to describe his mood. He was so freaking nettled right now. He looked at the fog that hugged his body like a possessive animal. It spanned forty five feat in every direction, except for the patch directly in front of him, and even then it was quickly moving to refill that space. Kitai didn't have the best eyes, so it was hard to make out exactly what this new opponent looked like, but from what he could tell, he looked like he was wearing all white with his stomach hanging out.

"Where the fuck is the rest of your shirt?" He said, pointing dramatically at the rude man. The Saika rolled his hand, pressing his thumb against his middle finger, before snapping. The areas of the Black Fog closest to the assumed arrancar bulged up, before exploding outwards. On either side of the rift that Rio had formed, monsters poured out. Giant dogs of varying breed swarmed out, each fifty feet in height, and all of them wearing large formfitting shirts. If the Espada cared to read them, he would see that most of them displayed Kitai-themed propaganda. Puppyganda.

Some of them depicted images of the Lunatic kicking a giant fish with fly wings in the butt, with both of them in a rather cartoonish style. Others were of Kitai fighting a giant flaming bat with a whip, and Kitai beating said bat with a baseball bat. Yet others still were advertisements for the Kitai Shop. Surprisingly detailed advertisements... It put into question how long he had some of those ideas in his head for levels of intricate. And then there was a single pug with a depiction of Kitai giving a halfdead Quincy a baby version of themselves. Very strange.

Two hoards of five were charging at the stripper Espada. Kitai, for the most part, wasn't heartless, and didn't make the dogs look like actual dogs. They were Hellish abominations that looked like they crawled out of a nuclear sewage plant, with some having double rows of teeth, others having smaller demon-wolf heads in place of eyes, and other hideous mutations popping out here and there. They charged at the man at a speed of 400, snarling and howling in a hideous bout of anger and frustration. The beasts matched Rio in strength, so it would be a test of his skill and wits to best the hounds.

Kitai, meanwhile, stood back and waited to see what the fate of his beasts would be. He often used his Black Fog to test his opponents, and this was much the same. The man hit hard, that was for certain. There was a gnarly crick in his shoulder that refused to go away now thanks to him, no matter how many times he rolled it. A second or two later, angry gasping sounds could be heard from the ground beside him. Kitai looked down to see his clone reemerge from the coffin of sand and presumably bones. he spat and sputtered, climbing out fully, glaring at the original.

"Couldn't have spared a hand for me?" He said, voice filled with bitter resentment. The real Kitai shrugged, and pulled the damaged clone up. "Sure! Because that's the classy thing to do. Hehehehe!" He said to the clone, a smug smile curling along his lip. The clone only glared harder, slapping his hand away from him. He struggled to his feet, the damage inflicted to him akin to a person with 500 strength getting punched by a person with 800. With his contacts, Kitai could see the fractures were numerous on him, and were he any other person, likely wouldn't be conscious. Kitai wouldn't send him away just yet. He would see just what this Arrancar was capable of.

Black Fog Post 9: 350
Grasp of the Dead: 100
Blood Pool: 2/4
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 24,518/29,250
Total Reiatsu Used: 35,082
Body Durability reduced by 800: 3,008

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{Technique Used} Grasp of the Dead Learned

Class: [2]

Technique Type: [General Sinner Technique]

Usable By: [Hell Races]

Technique Element: [Fire]

Technique Description and Effects:[This is a very tricky ability for Hell users to first pickup, but absolutely invaluable once they've gotten the hang of it. By manipulating their chains, the users of this ability are able to channel heat and flames through the blackened bindings tethering them to Hell, creating a long arm of energy. The construct is an extension of the user in almost every way, being as dexterous as its creator. The Hands are spiritual in nature, and scale off of the user's highest spiritual stat. For every 50 in either rs or sprp, the hands can extend one foot. Hands move at a speed of 600, or equal to the user, whichever is faster. Hands have a piercing power equal to the spiritual stat of the user, and burn away anything with less than half of the users spiritual stat, destroying anything it touches. Cost, 100 reiatsu per post. Each level of mastery grants the user an additional pair of arms, up to three pairs.]

How to use technique: [Stated above.]

Technique Drawbacks: [User must have at least a 2 in pain resistance, or similar Skills in order to use this ability.]

Made By: [Kitai Yoru]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Gigai Stats}Strength: 1,000 (Limited to 240)
Speed 1,000 (Limited to 240)
Reiatsu strength: 80
Spiritual Pressure: 1,800
Senses: 80
Instinct: 80

Durability: 3,808-800= 3,008

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

"Fuck you! You're an asshole!"

"You're goddamn right!" Rio snarled back as he advanced on Kitai. "Not like trash like you has the right to say that though!" He snapped. As far as Kitai's second comment, Rio scoffed. "Where's the rest of you? Third rate shit like you didn't come to Las Noches all on your lonesome did you?" He responded, and kicked at the sand in front of him. A crashing tidal wave of sand erupted forwards to crash against Kitai and his red armed defense. Rio knew better than to carelessly rush an attack he didn't know anything about. His battles with Zeich and Ludwig had taught him that lesson. Not strong enough. Not yet. Fuck... One day though... I'll fucking crush them all. Either way, the blast of sand carried as much force as any of Rio's shockwaves, accompanied by burying the unfortunate soul in the sand, potentially slowing them after the fact.

Kitai however, could have chosen a better summon to fight Rio than a canine quadruped. If there was one person in Las Noches who knew, inside and out, the strengths and weaknesses of the canid form, it was unquestionably the Quinta Espada. And fighting groups was also something he was very good at. Rio kicked off from the ground-- rule one of fighting groups was to isolate individuals. Aggression against groups was something unexpected by could turn the tide in your favor. After-all, if both opponents were of equal speed, and you started an equal distance away from both of them if you charged one, you'd have a chance to take them out long before the others would have a chance to catch up! And Rio had a second trick of his sleeve there. One that would be apparent to Kitai, as he saw a pair of lines in the sand exploding towards two of the hellhounds.

The biggest first thing first was that the size of Kitai's hellhounds meant that they couldn't all engage Rio at once without getting in each other's way. Were they a little closer to Rio's size, maybe, but like this? Not a chance. As Rio charged one he charged up a Cero, and then the attack simply... hung there in the air, left behind by Rio. A simple ball of reiatsu, floating in the air. A handy little move he'd picked up from Myza in her time. Cero Durmiente, the Sleeper Cero. Seemingly useless, but effectively leaving a Cero that Rio could fire remotely, at a later point if he so chose.

First weakness of a canine that size-- it was a huge target. Rio swung his fist and launched a powerful shockwave that would curve in the air-- a useful trick for someone with his mastery of this basic ability. Why curving? Because the shockwave was going to smash into the side of the first hellhound's foreleg at the knee joint. Equal levels of strength at a relatively fragile point as the side of the knee, the hellhounds leg was not going to survive the impact, and would be easily dislocated, and the sudden loss of balance would likely cause the beast to collapse in surprise-- possibly into some of its compatriots if Rio was lucky.

At the same instant, two of the Hellhounds coming from Rio's left would experience something similar as a pair of shockwave exploded up from directly beneath them, slamming into the beasts' chest. Rio's powerful kick-off to launch himself at his other enemies had sent a pair of shockwaves low to the ground, but curving up as well, timed to smash into the beasts' underbelly. Unlike the knee shot, this wouldn't likely take them out but it would definitely slow them up as a force equal to their own stopped them in their tracks. Three hit, one temporarily downed. Seven to go.

Rio drove himself towards one of the remaining standing beasts. They were faster than Rio, but far less mobile, and Rio's Zanpakuto suddenly flashed into his hand, a Roman Spatha, which he hewed left and right as he sprang underneath another one of the hellhounds, aiming to slash through and sever muscle groups in their legs. Ordinarily a blade of this size would be unsufficient to wound a creature of that size, but Rio's shockwaves were put to work again, transmitted through the blade to extend the slash, into gaping wounds, intended to render the beast incapable of walking on its left side legs. Four hits, six to go?

Well, not exactly. Rio had hardly forgotten a lesson that had cost him dearly against Ludwig. These beasts were a distraction. Not the real deal. As the beasts continued to try to close in on Rio, the Espada vanished with the Sonido technique, evading them entirely, and the next instant, Kitai would feel a massive pair of hands grip his head. At 3900 speed in Sonido Rio was much faster than Kitai's summons, or Kitai's defensive arm that had blocked his shockwaves. At 240 speed, Kitai would likely not even have time to process what was happening before Rio quickly torqued Kitai's jaw and skull in two different directions at once to separate the two halves of Kitai's head from one another in a single brutal movement. Further reducing Kitai's reaction time came from Rio simply making sure not to make his real aim obvious. From all watching, Rio's focus appeared to have been on Kitai's hounds, the Espada doing nothing more than using his superhuman hearing and sense of smell to track Kitai's location, along with the occasional glimpse caught from his peripheral vision. The result would be such that when he engaged in Sonido, it was dubious Kitai would anticipate his aim, unless he was able to predict Rio's thought process.

Rio didn't stick around though, or even stop with that attack. The instant he attempted his murderous grapple on Kitai, he continued by immediately releasing Kitai's head to let his Sonido's momentum carry him out of reach of Grasp of the Dead before Kitai had a chance to counter-attack, or at least create sufficient distance that he'd be able to do so, ready to release a shockwave by flexing to stall a counter-attack if he detected such a blow coming. Rio's foot tore up the sand as he skid across it, spinning back to face Kitai as he did, refusing to turn his back on a prospective enemy until he'd confirmed their death. Refusing to drop his guard.

He'd been sloppy against Ludwig, and had lost a battle that Rio believed he would have triumphed in, had he not lost focus. Kitai wasn't going to be afforded that. Rio was watching for counterattacks and prepared to defend himself from any sneaky play the Hellion might try against him.

As for the Hellhounds, Rio was fairly certain he could use their existence as proof of Kitai's defeat, or lack thereof. Usually summons died with their summoner. If they kept coming at him, he'd be able to verify that Kitai had likely survived the attack, and would be able to remedy that detail.

Reiatsu Remaining: 1760/2000
-100 for Sonido
-240 for Cero Durmiente

[Kitai Yoru]

This guy was on a whole 'nother level than anyone Kitai has experienced before. No opponent before this moment has been able to so thoroughly throw his own words back in his face like that. The Black Fog did indeed cover almost his entire lower half with the smoky substance, pouring out of his chest. Kitai's jaw dropped a little bit, as his clone covered his mouth, giggling at the rebuttal. Kitai could feel his eye twitch in annoyance, as his smile became more than a little strained. With gritted teeth, he knew he this was a real opponent. This would not stand! He would not be bested in art of verbal backhand!

"You're calling me a third rate shit, when you're only the fifth strongest here!?" He yelled out, cupping his hands around his mouth as he began to walk towards the angry Espada. He watched the show that the Arrancar was putting on, as his beasts were put down in a fantastic display of skill and shockwaves. It was a display of artistry, even Kitai couldn't deny that much. Every movement was a wonderful showcase of this man's mastery of martial arts, as he tore through the dog's ranks. Kitai could see how easily the Espada manipulated shockwaves, easily seeing the lines tearing through the sands.

The man charged up an emerald green cero in his hand and... left it in the air? Strange. This man was full of surprises, as Kitai saw the leg of one of his hounds get blown to the side, definitely not from the angle at which the man had launched it. Two others were slammed up from below by similarly invisible attacks. Could he control his shockwaves? He had still produced the motion to launch himself away, but instead of going down, it curved under the sand to strike his beasts. "Why didn't I ever try that when I was alive?" He said to himself, lamenting the foolishness of youth.

He toppled beast after beast, shockwaves enough to put them all flat on their ass, if not kill them outright. His fighting style was very practical, going after angles that they couldn't defend, or, as for this last beast, cutting the legs on its left side to ribbons, shockwave slashes nearly obliterating the limbs into nothing. It was either that, or the man was forced to fight this way to contend with all of the minions Kitai had thrown his way. He would have to see more if he wanted to get a better gauge on that front. That or get a closer look at him, given he was so far away-

And then in a sonic boom, he was face to face with the Lunatic. Kitai's eyes shot open in shock, as the man's hands grabbed the sides of his head. Kitai wanted to say he reacted appropriately in that situation. He technically did. The difference in speed between them, and the fact that his hands were directly on Kitai meant that the 'appropriate' response was to stand there looking like an idiot as his skull and jaw were slammed inward, like the psycho was trying to rip his jaw off! It didn't work, his body was still too durable, but it really, really hurt!

The red hand of burning energy came up a moment too late, swinging through the empty air that the man had once occupied. Kitai's clone was half a second too late as well, having jumped to kick the Arrancar's head off like the world's most gruesome soccer player. The arm circled around him, like a snake coiled around its nest, while the clone was beside it, glaring daggers at the offender. Kitai himself was grasping his head, as a very nasty headache was coming over him. He pressed his hand against his jaw, opposite the direction that the man had had shoved. It snapped back into place, sounding as dry as it did painful. He rubbed it for a second, as he turned to face this man.

"Ow." He said simply. Now that he had a closer look at him, he could see that he stood nearly two feet shorter than himself, and wore an angry scowl on his face. "That hurt my feelings. I guess my lonesome self will have to repay the favor. Me," He thumbed at the clone. "myself," He thumbed at himself. "and I." He said, hand sweeping palm up towards the Black Fog that the man was standing in. For standing in the Fog, the man would probably notice some of his reiatsu stolen away for even interacting with the Hellish substance. Then he'd hear laughing. A lot of laughing.

Hands shot up, breaking through the surface of the fog, as a chorus of laughter drowned out all other sound. Kitai clones appeared one by one, each an exact duplicate of the original in terms of appearance. Twenty Kitai clones were spawned from the fog, each charging at the Espada with gleeful excitement. Kitai could have spawned them ten feet away from the man, giving him a chance to respond. The first few attempted to grab him, lunging at the man with a wicked laugh, jumping like they were zombies out of a movie. If this were allowed to happen, it would mean certain death for the man.

Airground could not exist inside of the radius of the Black Fog either, and by now, that spanned fifty feet in any direction from Kitai. Kitai wanted to give some other witty remark, but the overwhelming sound that the Fog Beasts made was all encompassing. Even if he yelled, he'd likely not be heard. Ah well. At least he'd get to see how well this man did against opponents of a semi-normal human size. The beasts rushed at him like a hoard, scrambling to get to him. And they weren't the only ones. The dogs of war from before were charging towards their position, clearly not done with the one who slew so many of their kin.

Black Fog Post 10: 350
Grasp of the Dead: 100
Blood Pool: 3/4
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 24,068/29,250
Total Reiatsu Used: 35,532
Body Durability reduced by 800: 2,208

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{The Black Fog}Technique Name: [The Black Fog] Mastered

Class: [1]

Technique Type: [Hell Techniques]

Usable By: [Hell Races]

Technique Element: [Shadow]

Technique Fluff: [Those who fear the darkness are wise. Evil in its most primal form thrives in the shadows, always on the edge of the light. But while it is rare when the shadows of the underworld touch the land of the living, the results are always spoken of for generations. The Black Fog is an ability generated by those who have seen the proverbial void, and gazed into it. These people are those with hearts blacker than most, and live in perpetual chaos, misery, and hate. Those who use this technique are often those who have given up on life, and have let themselves fall into despair, or have done so at least once in their existence. This ability was made to show that, no matter how much hope there is the world, and no matter how happy the world becomes, evil will never leave the hearts of mankind, and will always linger. The darkest shadows linger behind the brightest lights.

The Black Fog is generated from the soul of the user, spilling from their chests, completely enshrouding their lower bodies in a mist of darkness at all times. From there, the fog begins to spread over the ground, seemingly consuming it, with the top of it lingering three feet above it. The Black Fog is thick to the point where no light can ever pierce it, consuming it in its entirety. The mist does more than feed off the light however. The shadows absorb all forms of energy that come into contact with it, be it heat, light, or reiatsu. Especially reiatsu.

The air above the fog is quickly drained of any lingering reiatsu, preventing anyone from creating airground platforms of any kind, as well as preventing any stepping abilities. However, those who stand in the blackened air start to suffer from the effects of this immediately. The moment anyone comes into contact with it will quickly lose their power, before fading away beneath the darkness, never to be seen again.

But this isn't what makes this ability so feared, although that is a part of it. The darkness is a sponge for souls, but it doesn't let that energy go to waste. Once it has absorbed enough souls, this ability starts to create monsters. Often titanic beings of pure hate and rage emerge from the shadows, climbing out of the nothing, existing for only destruction. The monsters can take on many forms, ranging from ogers, wolves, or even the well known dragon. These creatures stand anywhere from seven feet in height, to a towering fifty.

The being are extremely durable as well, needing the strongest of champions to slay them. The Black Fog naturally doesn't harm them, and are immune to the effects of it. No matter their shape, these creatures are only as smart as an animal, beatial in thought, maybe as smart as a lion.

All the air above the mist is stripped of reiatsu, no matter the distance. Any ability that touches the fog is absorbed, so long as the offensive stat is lower than the user's, adding the reiatsu used for the ability to the reiatsu counter.]


Technique Effects:

A Black mist spills out of the user's chest, quickly covering the ground around them, hovering two feet off the lowest surface. The Mist spreads five feet per post, times how many posts it has been active. 1 post equals five feet, 2 is ten, 3 fifteen, and so on. The air above the Black Fog cannot be used for any form of airground above it. Anyone in the fog loses 250 reiatsu per post, and loses the same amount just by touching it. Non- spiritual humans, plants, and animals die instantly when they come into contact with the fog.

Any techs used while inside the fog will charge the fog by half the amount paid for the original tech. Once the fog has collected 500 reiatsu, the user can summon a creature of the writer's choice to attack or cause general chaos. The user is also able to wait, and have the fog store its reiatsu in order to summon multiple beasts at once. The creature does not obey the caster, nor is it affected by the draining effects of the fog.

The stats of the creatures are always 800 strength, 400 speed, and 150 in all sensory stats, with 800 durability. The user is able to pay 500 in order to charge the mist. The Cost to maintain is 100 reiatsu, and is used to charge the fog. Fog lasts three posts after the user stops paying for it, and is unable to summon beasts after they stop.

How to use technique: [Mentioned above]

Technique Drawbacks: [The Black Fog, cannot be thrown around like a weapon, and will only remain on the ground, and around the user's lower body. Kicking with the fog around their legs will not drain opponents of reiatsu. The user is not immune to the draining effects of the fog, and is drained every post. Monsters will not obey anything the caster of the Fog commands of them.]

Incantation and Effect:

Made By: [Kitai Yoru]

Reserved?: [No]o/spoiler]

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

Rather than take offense, Rio grinned. "You don't know shit. We Espada are the strongest among arrancar! The strongest among the strongest beings! You're just some lowlife trash that thought you could play with the big kids! Well let's play bitch!" He snapped back, as the battle raged. His attack on the summons had been pretty successful, as had his attack on Kitai, however... hm. He withstood the attack. He was tougher than he looked.

"Ow. at hurt my feelings. I guess my lonesome self will have to repay the favor. Me, myself, and I." Rio laughed in response. "I knew shit like you needed backup. But you got balls, you little fuck. Looks like I'll be able to enjoy myself afterall!" Rio responded, a snarling grin etched onto his features. This stupid fog was problematic. He could feel it sapping his reiatsu, and unlike other Espada, Rio didn't have a lot of reiatsu to spare. Sure, releasing would solve that problem, but there was no way he'd release so soon! He wanted to brawl! But he wouldn't be able to brawl in the fog. That was his opponent's game plan, and with Kitai's demonstrated toughness, it'd take time to wear him down.

Fuckin' shit, I hate long range fighting. Unless it's in the process of getting into punching range. Whatever. Doesn't look like he's got an abundance of long range either. I'll make him come to me. If his ability is just to spawn copies of himself, I'll kill as many as I have t. Rio thought. As the Kitai clones and the beasts charged in, Rio's sleeper Cero suddenly fired across in front of him, cutting several of the clones off with a massive blast of reiatsu, as well as intending to catch several of them, as well as the fog beasts in the blast.

In the interim, Rio waited until the last possible moment, and then kicked off the ground, creating a circular explosion of force. Rio may not have been the fastest of the Espada in raw speed, but his powerful leg muscles did allow him to leap with pretty impressive acceleration! And with an 800 force shockwave expanding out from his leaping point, the Kitais charging him were like to be slammed and battered. Lesser beings would probably have bones broken, but with how durable these clones were they would probably get off with lighter injuries. Rio vaulted through the air, twisting in midair to face his adversaries as he began to arc towards the ground.

"You take a hit pretty well. I guess one hit's not gonna do it." Rio's arms snapped and blurred as he unleashed a bombardment of multiple shockwaves on Kitai, his clones and his fog beasts like artillery fire. Spamming shockwaves like this would normally be extremely difficult and taxing, but Rio was using them as naturally as if they were extensions of his own body. And they weren't all coming down straight either. Some twisted and curved, making predicting their assault path difficult. Not that Rio was aiming for a single target in particular. The glorious thing about multiple opponents was that you didn't have to be all that precise with your aiming-- and Kitai's fog made precise aiming impossible anyways.

Assuming Kitai wasn't able to intercept Rio's descent, the Espada would land a few meters beyond the black fog, and threw a forceful, scything hack of his Zanpakuto, producing a wide, cutting shockwave along the ground. Just above ankle height for the massive fog beasts, but around waist height for the Kitai clones. Those monsters in the fog.... Could they leave the fog altogether? It'll be a damn shame if they can't Rio thought to himself. But he was sure the intruder could leave the fog, and he expected his swarm of clones to try and do exactly that, mobbing Rio with raw numbers. That was fine. Now they couldn't simply rush Rio from behind and surround him nearly as easily.

Rio's grin remained etched on his face, but he was at least breaking a sweat. That shockwave barrage was more than he usually used-- and indeed a tactic that would be a waste of energy against a single competent opponent like an Espada. But it looked like Kitai was probably slower than Rio, and confident in his toughness. Rio would see if numbers could solve what a single blow could not. And if it came to it, he'd have to see how Kitai handled Cerberus's sealed form. If he was resilient to blunt force trauma, could the Espada cut off his head perhaps? There was only one way to find that out!

Reiatsu Remaining: 1660/2000

[Kitai Yoru]

"Needing help and having it are two entirely different things!" Kitai yelled back in response. Not that his retort was at all auditable over the roar of the crowd he spawned from his misty cloak. The hoard charged at the Espada with but a moment's hesitation. They dashed across the desert like a hoard, kicking up sand and dust as they stampeded towards the Espada. It reminded him of a particular movie that a particular mouse stole from Japan, if he was being honest. If only he had sent water buffalos at him instead. Even still, the sight had both Kitai grinning.

The original Lunatic turned about-face, and started walking in the opposite direction as the Fog Beasts. He did so just in time to see the orb that the Arrancar had left behind flash towards their group. It stuck several of the dogs, singing and searing their fur and pupiganda shirts, but the attack was incredibly weak. As it approached the Saika, he let loose the hand that was around him, and had it collide with the green light. The two clashed for the briefest of moments, before the hand carved through the energy attack, destroying it in its entirety.

The Second Kitai wasn't idle, and unlike the First, he ran forward with the others. He watched as the angry man launched himself skyward with shockwaves from his feet. It was incredible how effortlessly he used them. It made him mad that he couldn't do the same, since he was crippled by the effects of Wrath, even still, reducing his strength and speed down to 500. Several of the clones leapt up after him, determined to catch the man, eager to tear him limb from limb. Sadly, for most of them, that dream wouldn't be happening. The Espada started shadow boxing as he flew backwards, and that's when things started to go crazy.

The beasts that jumped were hit the hardest, as focused shockwaves rained down like artillery shells. One after another, the attacks slammed into the clones of Kitai, launching them in every direction. The Shockwaves were even with the beasts in terms of strength and durability, so sad to say, they weren't ripped to bloody pieces. The beasts ricocheted into one another, often knocking one another out of the sky and slamming them deep into the sand. Kitai the Second jumped, ducking around the shallow graves as he pursued his target.

He watched as some beasts were smart enough to use their own shockwaves to cancel out the bombardment raining at them, but those were few and far between. If the clone had to guess, that maneuver had probably killed a dozen of them. He grinned a vicious smile, and started laughing along with the rest of the hoard. "HAHAHAHA! YES! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" He yelled in excitement. He leapt into the air as well, translucent black chains spilling out of his sleeves. "GET OVER HERE!" He swung the nearly forty foot chains at the man from an overhead strike.

The chains were coming down like an X, with the middle being where the hollow currently was in the air. The were extending and swinging at a speed of 600, and would cut with a power of 1,800. It would be more than just a flesh wound if the blow connected. But the clone wasn't trying to kill him with this attack. No, Kitai Two wanted to pummel this man with his fists! This arrancar was clearly strong, strong enough to put down so many for beasts this quickly was no small feat indeed. He wanted to see just how tough he was!

Back to the original Kitai, he had made his was over to the blood pool, and was currently sitting in it as if it were a jacuzzi. Kitai was watching the battle play out, as beast after beast was slain by the indiscriminate shockwaves the arrancar unleashed upon them. But the real reason he was back here was that his reiatsu was leaking from his body. He had forgot to maintain his Gluttony, and now it was burning through him, as the excess struggled to escape. He needed to recover from the reiatsu overload. That, and to recover his stamina. He had burnt through quite a bit when he fought Orobas.

Black Fog Post 10: 350
Grasp of the Dead: 100
Bladed Chains x2: 200
Blood Pool: 4/4
Reiatsu Excess: 918
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 22,500/22,500
Total Reiatsu Used: 36,182

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{Bladed Chains} Bladed Chains Learned

Class: [3]

Technique Type: [General Sinner Technique]

Usable By: [Hell Races]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects: [Well, if you can't get rid of the nigh indestructible chains, why not put them to good use? This ability have two parts to it.

1: The chains of Hell torment the denizens endlessly, so why not share the misery? Learning this ability influences the blades, giving them the ability to cut through anything as easily as a normal spiritual blade can, regardless of the chains not changing in appearance, still as rounded as ever. The offensive stat for the chains is based off either the highest Spiritual stat, or the user's Strength stat, whichever is higher. Chains are unable to cut their owner. This is a passive ability, and is unable to be turned off.

2: Through some heavy handed use of reiatsu, the user can extend and manipulate the chains to do as they please. For strength users, the chains will extend upto thirty feet, and will move at either a speed equal to their speed stat, or at a speed of 600. For spiritual users, the size scales off of their highest spiritual stat. For every 50 they have in their higher stat, the chains can extend another foot, and can move at either 600, or the user's speed. Cost is 100 reiatsu every post.]

How to use technique: [Pay the cost for chains. Cutting power is permanently active]

Technique Drawbacks: [Cost.]

Made By: [Kitai Yoru]

Reserved?: [No]

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

Good! The wretch was following Rio! Or... one of them was. Damnit, they all smelled the same! And Rio didn't have the spiritual senses to discern the differences between them. He'd have to rely on his instincts and in this particular instance, his instincts were being maddeningly unhelpful on telling Rio if this was the real one or not. They did however, give Rio a feeling of dread when he saw those chains scything towards them, that they were bad news. A gut feeling that told Rio he wanted to avoid being struck by those chains at all costs. "Come and get me you copy-pasted fuck!" Rio snapped back, whipping an arm out to strike back. His shockwave flung out, curving in a crescent to bash into the sides of Kitai’s chains, causing them to jerk aside. While Kitai would probably be able to get them under control quickly, it would buy Rio a few moments. A Bala blasted from the Espada’s jaws into the Kitai clone. While it wouldn’t deal much damage it would probably knock the Kitai clone back at least, and prevent a follow-up strike with the chains.

As Rio’s feet slammed into the sandy ground the Espada let out a low growl. It was evident he’d need more firepower than this. He could deal with this problem if the cretin he was fighting was just tough, but that chain attack had put a sliver of worry into Rio’s heart. He wasn’t just tough, he could hit back just as lethally as Rio himself. If Rio was going to kill this bastard he couldn’t afford to play it casually. Rio brandished his sword and pointed it at the mist.

”Alright. You got some moves. I took you too lightly. I’m gonna correct that now. I should have realized you were using some kind of release power. So I guess I should return the favor. I’m going to show you the might of an Espada, as I crush you with my full strength.” Rio intoned with a low growl in his voice. It seemed he resented the course of action Kitai had driven him to so quickly, but he was committed to the course. Rio’s reiatsu swelled around him, a sickly but powerful green blaze of might.

”Attack Cerberus!”

Rio’s reiatsu engulfed him completely and spread out like a torrential flood. The blazing, vibrant green crashed against Kitai’s fog, growing more and more massive, forming into a vast tornado of energy. A black shadow swelled within it, expanding and growing. Glaring at Kitai. And as swiftly as it came, a tremendous foreleg pushed out of the twister, then another, and emerging from the massive vortex of spiritual power, was a tremendous, three headed canine. A hissing green serpent served the beast as a tail. Dark reddish fur coated its body, and its eyes glimmered with a fierce pride and rage. At forty feet tall at the shoulder, Rio’s quadrupedal form towered above Kitai, matching Kitai’s Hell Beasts in size. ”I am Rio Demoniogalgo. The Quinta Espada, and Aspect of Destruction. Remember my name when I send you back to Hell, you trash.” The three heads roared in unison.

A Cero formed in the jaws of each of the three heads. Kitai had seen Rio’s Cero before. Nothing to worry about, right? Although Rio’s Cero were reasonably potent, to a fighter of Kitai’s caliber, they were only a moderate annoyance to be hit by. Right?

Whether Kitai held to that view as the three Cero merged right before launching a blast directly through his smokescreen would be up to him. The difference in power was staggering. With the power of his released form, Rio could charge and combine three Cero, creating an attack far more powerful than merely three individual Cero. The might of all three Cero combined into a 1200 strength blast of reiatsu that crashed through Kitai’s fog, demolishing anything in its path—a wave of raw devastation, that allowed Rio to live up to his title as the Aspect of Destruction within the Espada.

This was Cerberus. The Release of Rio Demoniogalgo. It was nothing more or less than that. Raw destruction and raw power. A calamity wherever he strode. A feat that Rio was about to demonstrate as he lifted his front left paw and slammed it down, as he took a step towards Kitai. A wave of force rippled out from it, pursuant to his Cero, to rampage through the fog immediately after, to clean up anything his Cero failed to eliminate.

Let’s see you deal with this you little shit!

Release: 1/16
Reiatsu Remaining: 1110 (-50 for Bala, -400 for Resurreccion)
{-600 when Release ends for three Cero}

[Kitai Yoru]

Those friggin shockwaves were more useful than Kitai had ever given them credit for. Back when he could produce them with a snap of his fingers, he knew that they were powerful. With his strength, he could blow away most abilities, buildings, and anyone who dared to get too close. But this guy... This guy wasn't as physically strong as he had once been while he had been alive, but curving shockwave missiles was proving to be more problematic than he had first anticipated. The near-invisible force slammed into the sides of his chains, knocking the attack to the side, deflecting it enough that the blades missed the arrancar entirely. And then to add insult to injury, the man spat out another green energy attack, slamming into the clone faster than he could react.

Once again, the doppelgänger was buried in sand, with only his limbs and head sticking out. There was a pained expression on his face, one mixed with annoyance and frustration. That had not how he had intended on that interaction ending, but that's the way death was sometimes. He flexed his body, launching the sand away from him. He wasn't currently strong enough to make real shockwaves, but 500 would do to unbury himself. He spun to his feet, and watched as the angry and slightly arrogant Espada give the slightest of praises to him. He did indeed have 'some moves', if he were to say so himself. Those didn't hold a candle to what the Espada was about to do though.

His sword pointing at him and the fog that was starting to roll up from behind him, Rio uttered a single phrase, before the man exploded with power. The man vanished in a hurricane of menacing green, growing ever larger in size and intensity. It kicked up the sand, forcing the clone to hide his eyes behind his arm. He wondered if the force of nature that this arrancar had been since he'd arrived translated him to becoming a living tornado, when a dark form shadowed the inside of the unnatural disaster. The winds died down, revealing the truly monstrous appearance of his foe. Three heads- no, make that four. The beast was revealed to be pulled straight out of myth and legend; the mighty Cerberus.

A three headed dog with a snake for his tail. That might be a problem, but the Lunatic couldn't stop himself from smiling. The beast of red roared out its challenge, formally announcing himself as Rio Demoniogalgo. The madman laughed in excitement. "HAHAHAHA! Cerberus has come to try and send the Hellion back to Hell! HAHAHAHA! The irony!" He laughed as his chains spilled out of his sleeves. "I am Kitai Yoru, and I need no titles! I dare you to try and send me back!" Responding to the beast like this was fun, he had to admit. He totally understood why those superhero comic characters did it now. Maybe Uzaki was onto something with that hero club of his.

The three heads of the beast charged up a mighty beam, making the area glow an unearthly green. The white sand absorbed the color well. If he weren't sure he was standing in sand, he could have mistaken it for a grassy field. But no, before his very eyes, the massive doggo was forming three miniature suns in each of their mouths, aimed directly at him. It was glorious. The clone raised his fist, and coated the limb in a heavy layer of red reiatsu. Combat Cutback was such a fun technique, one that let him somewhat relive his glory days back when he was still a living being. He ran towards the giant, cackling like the madman that everyone knew him to be.

The cero blast was unleashed, carving through the landscape. The few remaining beasts that remained were incinerated upon contact, flesh turned to bones, and bones turned to ash. Kitai couldn't be happier. The thrill of battle was intoxicating, and the rush kept him from feeling the pain as his fist impacted against the green beam. The punch split the wave of energy like a certain Biblical reference, as the split beam bulldozed on each side of the clone. He looked at his hand. His entire arm was burned, skin flash-fried from the clash. His entire sleeve was missing up to his shoulder, and his chains were glowing red with heat. His arm shook in pain, but it wasn't quite dead yet.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Yes! YES! Come on! Let's see who dies first, Rio Demoniogalgo! SHOW ME NO MERCY! HAHAHAHAHA!" He ran towards the multi-headed hollow. He leapt at the Espada, and swung his arm down, attempting to crack his fist against the arrancar's middle skull. His impact strength, thanks to Cutback Assault, was at 2,300 Strength, and he was sure that it would smart. Meanwhile, the real Kitai was sitting in the back, chilling in his Blood Pool, suffering a great deal thanks to the fact that it was boiling blood, melting and reconstructing his body every moment that he was inside it. He was watching the action with great interest as the two titans clashed with one another.

Black Fog Post 10: 350
Combat Cutback: 1,350
Blood Pool: +5 out of Hell posts
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 21,150/22,500
Total Reiatsu Used: 37,532

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{Cutback Combat}Combat Cutback Learned

Class: 4

Technique Type: Reiatsu

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): Anyone with 300+ SpPr

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Affects: Persons with high spiritual pressure are known for their large reiatsu pools, but they also tend to be known for their weaker reiatsu strength, which means they have a ton of reiatsu, but not that much to actually use it on. This techniques entire purpose is to take that sheer volume of reiatsu and turn it into a viable, dangerous weapon.

The user builds up a pool of reiatsu internally, increasing the internal pressure, before channeling it towards a set of limbs, such as the hands or feet, discharging it as a weapon. By doing this the user can harness their reiatsu into physical striking power, allowing them to match a physically stronger opponent blow for blow, or possibly even beat them. Upon initial use the user pays 75 reiatsu per 100 strength, maxing out at their spiritual pressure, but afterwards the per post upkeep drops to 25 per 100. The amount of force generated can be changed once per post, going down merely drops the upkeep, but going up, the user must pay the initial upkeep as well as an additional 75 reiatsu for every 100 strength they add to the technique.


How to use technique (How is it activated?): Building up internal reiatsu before focusing it on a set of limbs such as hand hands or feet (or other applicable appendage like a tail). Before mastery of this technique only a single limb, such as one hand or foot, may be selected at a given moment, after master is obtained both may be used at once.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc): Besides a fairly large initial cost and a moderate per post upkeep this technique only has one major drawback; reiatsu burns. When using this technique the user is forcing a large amount of reiatsu to be funneled through a relatively small area, so extended use can be dangerous. 1st degree burns begin to form after about 3 posts, 2nd degree after 5, 3rd after 7, and finally after 9 posts the chosen limb becomes borderline useless and the technique can no longer be used in that area. Healing, specifically of the burns, will reset the timer of this technique.

Made By: Yetsuna

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): No

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

There was a twisted bestial grin on the faces of Rio’s three heads, sneering down on Kitai. ”At least you got a smart tongue trash!” One of them growled out. ”Show me what it takes to break out of Hell! Let’s dance, Hellspawn!” He bellowed as Kitai ripped through his Treinta attack. No way. Even with Cerberus released he’s outmatching me in a contest of raw power!? Rio thought in astonishment. Kitai was charging Rio with his fist crackling with reiatsu. Rio knew it was a bad idea. He didn’t care. Kitai wanted a battle of strength, and Rio couldn’t back down from that.

”COME ON!” Kitai struck Rio’s middle head with his fist and there was a cracking of bone and a splattering of blood as the head jerked aside, taking the full brunt of Kitai’s blow! Were Rio’s head smaller, the blow likely would have crushed the head outright, or rendered it completely useless. But with a head big enough to bite Kitai in half, the sheer size and proportions of Rio’s body saved the Espada from an early end.

In the same instant that Kitai struck Rio, a green whip struck from above, his serpent tail headbutting Kitai with his 1600 strength to smash Kitai out of the air and onto the ground, where the massive arrancar lifted a paw to stamp down on him and crush him, making his immense weight do the work. With every step, a circular shockwave radiated out from Rio’s body, crashing through Kitai’s Black Fog like a tsunami—expanding wider and wider, suggesting exactly why Rio Demoniogalgo gained the moniker “Aspect of Destruction.”

There was no subtlety. No restraint. Were the two titans here battling in a populated area, the loss of life and property damage would be on the scale of a natural disaster. You did not throw Rio Demoniogalgo at a problem unless you wanted not just the problem gone, but also everything in the vicinity of the problem. Something Kitai would no doubt recognize as well. A blunt instrument of war. But when all you have is a hammer, you learn to swing it very, very hard.

Can’t just waste my time with this one though. There’s still a lot more. And if they’re all this strong…. One Kitai, Rio was certain he could handle. An army of them would be a problem. Well. Fine then. Rio’s heads inhaled for a moment and then his jaws opened and a flood of green mist poured out of the beasts’ three maws. It fell towards the ground and quickly began creeping out across Las Noches’ sands. The sands and rubble seemed unbothered, but for anything within the mists save for Rio himself… it would be a different matter. That mist was an acid more potent than any on earth. While sturdy materials like stone, or the inorganic wastes of the sands would be fine, organic material would find itself quickly dissolving down to bones in the wake of Rio’s Plague Winds attack.

The good news was that Plague Winds had one major failing. The mist was heavier than air, and rose very slowly. It didn’t even quite reach Rio’s knees. If Kitai could find an elevated position, he might be safe from the Plague Winds… Though if he could find such a position that wouldn’t be shattered by Rio’s rampage? That would be another matter entirely.

More importantly, the Plague Winds didn’t just threaten the Kitai clones at Rio’s feet, it would threaten those in the Black Fog as well, as the mist threatened to invade the Black Fog and push ever onwards. If Kitai wanted a brawl, he could have one. But Rio, thirsty for battle as he was, had been ever so slightly humbled by his battle with Ludwig. His defeat fresh in the Espada’s mind—along with the reason for his defeat being his momentary lapse in judgement, Rio was not prepared to suffer another defeat for the same reason. Or any defeat at all! When fighting a summoner, don’t waste your goddamn time with the summons. Kill the fucking summoner. Rio had no idea which one was the real Kitai, but Plague Winds was indiscriminate. If the real Kitai was lurking in his Black Fog, or anywhere else nearby, he’d be forced to reveal himself, or risk a very messy and painful death.

Resurrection: 2/16
Reiatsu Remaining: 1110 (-600 when release ends)

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai couldn't believe it. Even as his fist slammed against the massive head of the beast, he couldn't believe that he managed to hit him. He knew the Arrancar had the capability to dodge it, and yet it decided to tank the hit. The eyes of the clone widened in shock, and no small bit of joy. This monster was a brawler! His grin was practically shining with how happy he was at this fact. So caught off guard was he, that he hadn't seen the retaliatory attack until it was much too late.

The head of the tail swatted him out of the air before he could so much as mutter a curse in response. His broken body impacted the ground with a loud thud, kicking up a plume of sand and dust. Kitai stared up to the sky, and even as he lay there dying, he couldn't help but grin. He coughed, trying to move his ruined form, but while his will was strong, there wasn't much he could do with most of his bones reduced to powder. "Heh." He chuckled with a hacking cough, watching as the paw of the beast came down upon him like the blade of a guillotine. "That was fun." Those were his last words, as the Espada finished the job with a booming thud, and a quiet squish.

---

Kitai was just about done in the Blood Pool. The damage to his body was undone, he'd extended his stay out of Hell a bit longer, and he got to watch a pretty entertaining fight. If only he had popcorn to enjoy it. Then again, why was popcorn the food people mindlessly eat when watching something entertaining? Was it because- "Ow ow owwwwww!" He clutched his head in agony, as the death of his clone hit him. It was nearly torturous, as it felt like a skyscraper was pressing down on his head. He had forgotten how bad the headaches were if something actually managed to kill one of his duplicates.

"For fucks sake, there goes my good mood." He rubbed his temples in an attempt to alleviate the skull-crushing migraine. "Not letting that happen again." He said, waving his hand towards where his other two were sitting. Immediately, he restored them to as close to true life as he could for his clones. The fragments of his soul was returned to him, and their own variation of his own soul flared to life in them. With those fragments restored to him, he was nearly at full strength once again, and he had those to fight for later. He would have to wait for the fragment from the dead one to return, but he he could wait.

Kitai pulled himself out of the boiling blood, the liquid falling from his form in an unnatural manner. The Lunatic shrugged off his Gigai, forming a new one as he walked forward. He didn't bother to bring that one back, he already had the other two. Maybe he would bring it back after this fight, but for now... The Black Fog rippled as he finally started to move, the black clouds of smoke rolling across the sands like waves on the ocean. Kitai wanted to say it was interesting to look at, but he's seen it too many times to be impressed by it anymore.

While his own rolling cloud of death had lost Kitai's interest, these new green ones had garnered his attention. He tilted his head, watching them silently clash with the Black Fog, consuming it under its weight. This has happened once or twice, the Black Fog being destroyed in some way shape or form. That was the secret to the ghastly gas; it wasn't all that powerful. The effects it could have on others was strong, without a doubt, he wasn't denying that. But, when something was actually capable of interacting with it, it folded like a house of cards.

He blamed himself for that. He had never been a person with particularly powerful Reiatsu. Sure, he had a lot of it, probably an understatement, but it had never been all too powerful. If it were, he was sure that Green mist would be consumed, but ala, that was neither here nor there. The chains slid out of his sleeves, rattling on their way down to the ground. He could feel them carving through the soft sands as they trailed behind him. His fists clenched and unclenched. This hollow was someone who was willing to take a punch to kill his opponent. He was ruthless, violent, and probably had a bit of cunning to him under that thick skull of his.

He didn't know what his mist did, but he didn't care. He didn't know the full power of this form, but he didn't care about that either. He cared about having a good scrap with a genuine meathead like himself. "HEY FIDO!" He yelled out, making sure Rio the Arrancar could see him. "You're a Bitch!" He yelled out, cupping his hands around his mouth. Suddenly, his words were given shape, flying at the imitation Cerberus at a surprising speed of 300. The sides of the big blocky letters were what was facing the dog, though the side heads of the beast might be able to see what it said, if the insult hadn't been enough of a hint.

Kitai didn't know exactly how much power this technique had, now that he was released, but even if it did have the full weight of his Spiritual Pressure behind it, the technique itself was weak enough to be overcome by just about any technique. As the words few towards him, whether or not he dodged or destroyed them, Kitai had hitched a ride on the massive words, and would launch himself at the hound. Thanks to his Contacts, he could see through them if Rio did fire a cero in response. The Lunatic was laughing as he flew towards his opponent, Bladed Chains wrapped around his fist like an exaggerated boxing glove, clearly aiming to land a hit on the beast.

Black Fog Post 12: 350
Dark Skill lvl 1: 3,950
Outlandish Insult: 25
Bladed Chains: 100
Blood Pool: +5 out of Hell posts
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 11,725/22,500
Total Reiatsu Used: 41,957

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{Outlandish Insult}Outlandish Insult

Class: [7]

Technique Type : [General energy tech]

Usable By : [All]

Technique Element: [Various]

Technique Description and Effects [: [ Outlandish Insult is a rather simple yet down right silly technique that even the most useless spiritually aware person could use. By infusing your reiatsu into your vocal cords you scream out an insult towards a person. As you do so the reiatsu mixes with the sound waves forming solid text of the words that were said. If the insult in question has an elemental word in it the text changes to that element. The words are comically big like those you would find in comic books(Think 50's and 60's batman sound effects) and move at a speed of 300. ]

How to use technique (How is it activated?): By infusing your vocal cords with reiatsu and screaming out the insult

Technique Drawbacks
All insults have to make sense, adding in random words to an insult to try and generate elemental effects won't work.
Made By:

Reserved?: [No]

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{Gigai Stats}Strength: 1,000 (Limited to 240)
Speed 1,000 (Limited to 240)
Reiatsu strength: 80
Spiritual Pressure: 2,150
Senses: 80
Instinct: 80

Durability: 4,495

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

Ah. Another challenger. Perfect. Well. Relatively speaking. Five eyes glowered at Kitai as he erupted above the mist at Rio. Was this another doppleganger? Was it the original? Rio couldn't know. He was thinking this might be the original though-- the original probably wasn't stupid enough to stay on the ground with his Plague Winds. Of course, that could be a temporary state of affairs. Kitai would have to be wary of Rio knocking him into the mist which would remain for a short while around him. In the interim, Kitai was issuing another challenge that Rio was going to meet head on.

...Literally in this case.

Rio's jaws opened again, and a pair of Cero began to form. Rio was going to change things up just a little here. Kitai had seen his Treinta attack once, but this time it was different. Rio had used three ordinary Cero back then. This time he was combining the Transport Cero and Cero Obscuras. A black orb formed in his leftmost jaws while a green one generated in his right, and when Rio unleashed the blast at Kitai it was tremendous-- a Cero so immense it seemed to completely block out Rio's form. Mostly because that's exactly what happened. Rio was covered by his own Cero Oscuras and travelled with it as it blasted towards Kitai riding his Outlandish Insult attack, crashing into it with the combined force of his Cero Transportar and Cero Obscuras-- a blow just as heavy as the previous attack despite only using two Cero.

And Rio wasn't done. The moment Rio collided with Kitai's attack, if Kitai wasn't blown away by it, a tremendous paw would swipe down from above to rip and tear at Kitai, bludgeoning him to the Plague Winds-covered ground and lacerating him with claws like swords. Kitai would probably have a brief window to land a hit of his own in the chaos but at best the two would be trading blows, Kitai's bladed chains for a direct hit from Rio. Rio was all for trading blows though. He had confidence in his strength, his endurance, and his sheer size giving him an advantage in an exchange of blows. As far as Rio believed, if Kitai was willing to go blow for blow with him, he would doubtlessly be bloodied, but Kitai would be dead. "Let's see if you can keep up then." His wounded middle head growled at Kitai.

Resurrection: 2/16
Reiatsu Remaining: 1110 (-1200 when release ends)

[Kitai Yoru]

Oh this thing was fun! Kitai could feel his heart race as the adrenalin pumped through his veins. The monstrous maws of the beast before him glowed with two cero of different colors, completely obscuring his form. Was the beast trying to pull something tricky? There was only one reason that a fighter would use an attack that large to block their vision. Kitai hardly cared though. With the ominous gas covering the ground, he figured that his foe would try his hardest to make him fall into it. Kitai was confident that he could survive whatever the green gas could do to him, but wouldn't it be more fun to make his opponent work for it?

The moment that Rio was completely covered by his attack, Kitai would decide to pull out something he was loath to do; he activated Bringer Dark. Kitai hated using Step Techniques. Even back when he was alive, he disliked the thought of doing something like that to his opponent. Kitai was more of a brawler than a warrior, and wanted to give his opponents a chance to hit him back. It's why he disliked fast people or attacks; it sucked all the fun out of it if his enemies couldn't see it coming. So, Kitai kicked off of his Outlandish Insult, using Bringer Dark to shoot himself into the sky.

Where his foot connected with the word exploded violently into a small plume of Hellfire. The flames rained down into the Plague Winds, burning them away for a moment, before they refilled the empty air. Kitai was now a good dozen feet into the artificial sky above where he was just a moment ago. Four chains shot out from him. Two came from his sleeves, while the other two unwound themselves from his ankles. All four Bladed Chains flew towards the ground, with Grasp of the Dead extending their reach to meet the ground, while keeping him at the same height in the sky.

"HEY! I heard Hercules took your happy-Ass for a walk! HahAhaHa!" Kitai was overtop the Cerberus, grinning down like a spider, the chains almost resembling a dome. As Kitai hung there, reiatsu quickly built in his stomach, and Kitai unleashed a Cutback Assault/ The shockwave rippled off his body, the air shimmering as it traveled at a speed of 600, with an OS to match. Rio would not be a happy camper if he was hit by this, as his Rs would class against Kitai's Sppr in Cutback. Kitai wanted to see if the Espada had the capabilities to dodge this, or the presence of mind to bother. He wanted to see this dog dance for his amusement.

Black Fog: 350
Bladed Chains x4: 400
Grasp of the Dead x4: 400
Bringer Dark: 50
Cutback Assault: 900

Total Reiatsu Remaining: 9,975/22,500
Total Reiatsu Used: 43,707

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{Grasp of the Dead}Grasp of the Dead Learned

Class: [2]

Technique Type: [General Sinner Technique]

Usable By: [Hell Races]

Technique Element: [Fire]

Technique Description and Effects:[This is a very tricky ability for Hell users to first pickup, but absolutely invaluable once they've gotten the hang of it. By manipulating their chains, the users of this ability are able to channel heat and flames through the blackened bindings tethering them to Hell, creating a long arm of energy. The construct is an extension of the user in almost every way, being as dexterous as its creator. The Hands are spiritual in nature, and scale off of the user's highest spiritual stat. For every 50 in either rs or sprp, the hands can extend one foot. Hands move at a speed of 600, or equal to the user, whichever is faster. Hands have a piercing power equal to the spiritual stat of the user, and burn away anything with less than half of the users spiritual stat, destroying anything it touches. Cost, 100 reiatsu per post. Each level of mastery grants the user an additional pair of arms, up to three pairs.]

How to use technique: [Stated above.]

Technique Drawbacks: [User must have at least a 2 in pain resistance, or similar Skills in order to use this ability.]

Made By: [Kitai Yoru]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Bringer Dark}

Bringer Dark Mastered

Class: [3]

Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Hell Technique]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Saika, Nakabakki]

Technique Element: [Hellfire]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [Insert Below]

Bringer Dark is the Hellish side of Bringer Light. It takes its origins in the Saika’s Dark Skill, which is like an Evil Fullbring. While Saika are capable of learning Bringer Light, it is not the best step technique that they are capable of learning. Bringer Dark starts as a 10x step speed for 50 reiatsu, then increases the same way Bringer Light does. The second step is a 13x increase, and costs 100 Reiatsu. The third step is a 15x increase, and costs 200 Reiatsu. From there, the cost doubles with each additional step, and the speed increase goes up by 1 time. Meaning the fourth step is 16x and 400 Reiatsu and the fifth is 17x and 800 Reiatsu. Bringer Dark is inferior to Bringer Light, in that it cannot go above the 5th step.

However, unlike Bringer Light, Bringer Dark does not leave a column of light where they used to be. Instead, it leaves an explosive force of Hellfire. Hellfire burns black, and burns even substances that are usually nonflammable, such as stone and even water. Anything of inferior offensive stat within a 1 foot radius of the step will be set ablaze. For every incremental step, the range of the fire also increases by 50%.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]

Concentrate reiatsu in the feet, remember Hell, and step.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)

While Nakabakki are capable of learning any step technique, in order to learn this one they must have visited Hell in the past or be taught this technique by a Saika.

Stepping more than 3 times consecutively using Bringer Dark will start to cause the user’s feet to blister and burn. Beyond 5 times total in a thread, without healing, the user will develop painful burns on the feet which will only get worse with more uses.

Made By: Kyomei

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [No]

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{Cutback Assault}

Cutback: Assault Mastered

Class: [1]

Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Cutback]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [All Races]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):

Traditional cutback is triggered by a physical strike from a spiritually inferior source. Among those with immense spiritual pressure it is a useful defense. This technique converts that same cutback into an offense. The user gathers all of their spiritual energy at their core before releasing it outward with a burst. An invisible wave bursts outward with a speed and force of 600, pushing back everything in its path. It functions like a larger Martial Discipline: Ken to all those around. The user may choose to spend an additional reiatsu to increase the range of the wave. At its lowest range, the wave will travel 200 meters in every direction. If the user doubles the cost, this range will also double to 400 meters in every direction. But get this. If the cost is TRIPLED, the radius will also triple to a whopping 800 meters.

However, the real effect of the technique only kicks in when the wave makes contact with any individual. If the difference in spiritual pressure between the user and target is great enough, this technique will automatically inflict the same damage they would face had they triggered cutback. This property is what makes Cutback: Assault truly deadly.

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]

Charge reiatsu and release it.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)

This technique costs 300 reiatsu to use, and it must be mastered before employed in battle. It may only be activated once every 3 posts, and while it’s on cooldown, the user loses access to natural cutback. However, that is hardly the most serious drawback. As this technique causes the sudden output of such a large amount of energy, it puts a heavy strain on the body, worsening all injuries the user suffered prior to activation. When used the first time, if the user has any deep lacerations or stab injuries, they will begin to bleed profusely, giving them 5 posts before they lose consciousness. When used the second time, even if the user only had thin cuts, these will widen and deepen as blood rapidly escapes them, giving the user 5 posts before they pass out from blood loss. After employed a third time, even if the user is completely unharmed, their nose and eyes will begin bleeding. In fact, their internal organs would be struggling to function as the strain of a third Cutback: Assault also caused them hemorrhage. The internal bleeding would cause the user to pass out in 5 posts after activating the technique.

Made By: Douma

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [No]