Emergence [HM Rampage]

[Adrastos]

The solid taste of iron is nothing strange to be had when living on the battlefield. Its thick flavor often caused by those that are torn apart by the jaws of the Hollow. A constant cycle of death and rebirth, as one perishes another is born.....only stronger. A stronger version of oneself is born into the world. Another step closer to the goal. Another inch drawing towards the conclusion that all Hollow seek; resurrection. A form in which trumphets over all others, drawing a familiar sensation of nostalgia that was once taken from them. To walk as they once did from a time long forgotten, yet always lingering. Adrastos could taste the strength that drew ever more closer than what he had previously felt before.

The ground beneath their feet had given away, imploding when the carcass struck the White Desert sands. A body that was tossed about as it was torn limb from limb from flailing about in the Adjuchas' fangs. Pummeled into the ground like a rag doll, giving way until its body ceased to move. As did the ground upon its final moments. Hollows were ever so endearing, pushing themselves to their upmost limit to best evolve to the finality. Thus was the life of the White Desert. Thus was the life that knew no weakness. All that there was simply was shown what anyone could decipher of the sight; strength.

From the blanketing white sands of the open valleys did the beasts that waged war with each other were driven into the depths that they once escaped. A familiar darkness that only the few ever managed to escape, and became more. The first initial step into becoming strong, which Adrastos knew all too well where they fell into. Dead pillars of rock and sand, carrying the weight of the upper world on their shoulders, shuttered and broken by the bloodied brawl by the Hollows. The beasts head was clamped down by the King of Beasts, forcing the separation of its scalp from the rest of useless apendages that made up its figure, keeping a firm footing whilst peeling away with a single jerk. The enemy have been growing, as did he, and meant that the few remaining were stronger than ever before.

Five Hollows remained beyond that of Adrastos, clawing at another that bulled itself towards the reptilian Hollow. Its twin horns jousted ahead of itself by mere inches without recognizing the difference in strength behind Adrastos. Both arms reached out to intercept the creature, and only to be brought down by sheer force onto is collapsing jaw. It was paralyzed, gushing the black fluid that seeped out from the sides of its newly forged gaps in the masks sides. Yet, Adrastos could not savor the taste of this foe as another made use of the opportunity, and latched its smaller frame onto the larger Hollow.

Adrastos flailed about himself, mashing his torso against the pillars that he could before tossing his weight around, literally. The small figure chomped, and whipped itself head from side to side to tear away what flesh it could, with dire consequences for sticking around. Flesh met with stone, crippling the smaller Hollow on Adrastos' back with nothing more than his own body weight. Truly a rock and a hard place. The viotile pack continued to engage the Tyrant Lizard, reforming their numbers that dwindled down to three to restart their assault. However, within the darkness of the Forest did the horde slowly creep. Those that were hungering for more. Those that stood well over many Adjuchas. Their bellowing empty cries chorused through the shadows, shocking the group with their growing numbers, and enabling Adrastos a moment to feast on the crushed body.

More was needed, and the numbers were continuing to grow all the more.


x2 Class 4 Hollow

[Eshin Sōtō]

Eshin's ceaseless hunger led him on an unending quest through the desolate and haunting expanse of Hueco Mundo. With each feast upon the hollows that inhabited this nightmarish realm, he had grown stronger, his power surging like a ravenous storm. His existence had become an insatiable maw, and the hapless denizens of Hueco Mundo were nothing more than morsels to satiate his eternal craving. Though, it had reached a point where hunting had almost felt too easy, save for the exceptional few that transcended the boundaries of most hollow kind. Even the hollows that had given him trouble would be no match for him now, like the lion or the Monster of the Sands he once faced. Still, the gnawing hunger inside of him was far too powerful to be ignored, so the hunt will continue endlessly.

Today, amidst the endless stretches of the White Sands, he found himself drawn to a confrontation between two exceptionally powerful hollows. These were not the usual dregs he had devoured, these were the people he had longed to be like. This was an ascended form of a hollow, Adjuchas. The Adjuchas held a power that couldn't even compare to the rest of the hollows in Hueco Mundo, as well as an intelligence to match. In every way save for sheer strength, Eshin had felt as if he belonged among their ranks. Yet, he was still stuck in his initial hollow form, unable to progress. 

The battleground before him was a brutal theater of violence and chaos, their monstrous forms clashing with devastating force. For most, this would have been a spectacle to behold, a chance to witness the raw might of beings that dwarfed the common hollows. But Eshin was no spectator. To him, these titanic combatants were nothing more than bait, luring in the lesser creatures that he considered mere child's play. After all, with the nigh intact intellect that Eshin had after his hollowfication, even he had to admit that the feeling of their spiritual pressure was enough to make him frenzied with hunger.

Like moths to a flame, six morsels of insignificant spiritual power waltzed into his range. These pests were small, about the size of frogs and birds. They seemed to move in a trance, completely unable to resist the draw of power. These beings didn't deserve the pitiful souls that they had. Thankfully, Eshin would put an end to that. With predatory grace, he moved through the ranks of the insignificant hollows, his claws like cruel blades slicing through their masks and flesh with merciless precision. Six of them fell before him, their deaths a mere footnote in his relentless pursuit of sustenance.

He didn't even bother to discern which morsel was which, nor did he care to dignify their existence by savoring their flavor. Instead, he grabbed two of their corpses, one in each clawed hand, and took a bite out of their masks. The droplets of power it gave him only whetted his appetite. He was far from satisfied. Two of his morsels were not enough, but their were four more within the reach of the wraith. All he had to do was pluck their souls from their miserable bodies. Eshin's claw impaled the rodent-like hollow, skewering it before picking off its entrails with a single bite. Three morsels devoured, three more before the next hunt began.

As he devoured his victims with ruthless efficiency, a massive tremor shook the ground beneath him. He felt it before he saw it, the shockwave of sheer force and power striking the White Sands. The ground began to give way and Eshin felt like he was floating for a moment, no longer feeling the perches of the sand beneath his feet. There was a rush, at first, of confusion. This was followed by the fear of death, as his body began to plummet. But, it was the third feeling that overtook him the most.

Eshin's grip on his prey faltered, and he was sent tumbling down into an abyssal cavern below. He couldn't do anything but to stare as his well-earned appetizers slipped away from him. The once-searing sands gave way to the oppressive darkness of the subterranean world, and as he regained his footing, he sensed an overwhelming presence that dwarfed everything he had encountered before. 

Spiritual energies surged around him, a cacophony of power that reverberated through the very earth. Eshin stood in the shadow of something immense, something far beyond his comprehension. In this realm of towering trees and palpable dread, he had stumbled upon beings whose strength eclipsed his own, their presence radiating menace and dominance. The endless hunger that had driven him thus far was met with a chilling reality – he was no longer the predator in this dark world. 

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Previously Consumed: 3x Class 7 hollows

[Colina Conejita]

The air stirred with an unnatural force in the Menos Forest, cries of agony and rage following them as pillars were crumbling against the force of Colina's legs pounding into them, using them as launching points against her large and powerful leporine feet. Her mask was split at the mouth as she continued to roar out, an anguish notably shown within the roars but most of all an explosive air of malice carrying the notes across the expanse of the forest floor. She was chasing something and felt nothing but the need to slaughter all in her way to such a target. The first foolish thing that got in her way was a large winged Adjucha. It flew in her path with haste, it's large four bat wings attempting to slow down her movement with a buffet of air.

It was obviously a powerful beast, it's four wings being also it's clawed arms, but the wind did not leaden her as her motivations seemed to push her beyond her usual movements. Instead, Colina found her claws burying into the Adjucha's neck, slicing into the flesh like knives moving into butter and releasing a spray of the warm blood that had been hidden within. In response, Colina felt the Adjucha fly up towards the ceiling of the forest, attempting anything in order to escape her malicious grasp upon it's life. Colina only roared again, but this time with a name coming clearly from her wails. "CABALERRO!!!!!!!" The wail caused the flying Adjucha to become stunned for a moment.

That was all that Colina truly needed in order to bring him down. She rended the flesh into ribbons of viscera by pulling her right claw out and to the right of herself, moving the blades of her claws to slice the flesh fully. The blood spray grew, painting one of the nearby stone pillars at it's head in the ceiling and flowing downwards, becoming lines of crimson. They looked like bars to a prison of pain for a moment as they raced along the rocky surface, deviating only slightly as they became slowly thinner, their source quickly ceasing as the Bat Adjucha tried to spin away from Colina as she remained anchored to his body with her left claw.

Colina brought her right clawto the bat Adjucha's forehead, cracking it's face of a mask as she brought the paw-like hand down to the cranium of her unfortunate prey. She was a wild thing, her movement almost entirely animalistic and full of rage. There was no hint of hesitation or holding back as she brought her face into the visage of her quarry. Her mask's teeth tore through the bone and swallowed the ruby fluids escaping from the massive hole she made in it's head. And as she began to fall, the sentience of the Adjucha leaving it's body and the wings going slack, she continued to feed. She finished half of the body before she plummeted into the ground, creating a large cloud of dirt and dust.

Colina sobbed as she lay upon the forest floor, relatively unharmed as the rest of the Adjucha's body seemed to take the brunt of the force that gravity had inflicted upon them. This was evident by the splatter of blood and viscera both around and on Colina's feet. She fell to her knees then and cried out again, "CABALLERRO! I WILL HUNT YOUR KILLER!" The rage came out much more violently at the end of this wail, reaching farther out into the forest and possibly even to the surface of Hueco Mundo's sands. She did not currently plan to remain quiet and be a shadow hunting after a target. This was much too raw and personal and it gave Colina a feeling she hadn't had before. It had only been hunger before. But now, she felt grief. And a new hunger came with it, one for revenge.

As she was kneeling on the ground however, she felt more of a horde begin to pool around her. They cared not for her or the agony she was currently experiencing. They wanted to the soul stuff she had within her, the power she had been collecting for so long. It was the law of this jungle, one she usually embraced until a little knight of a holllow wandered into her new life and gave her thoughts of more than eating. To protect life and simply be one with a community. The ideas bemused her at first but now they were something he burned into her with his innocence and good nature infecting her. As this thought came to her, a set of hollows approached.

The two bastards were almost twin beings, both looking like a jaguar, one white and the other black. They approached with speed, crossing each other's path in a possible attempt to confuse and distract Colina from the one that would truly strike first. But Colina wouldn't give them the chance. She rushed forward, grabbing the first, the one of black hierro, by the tail and pulling harshly. She did much more damage than intended as she could not hold back in this state of mind, ripping the tail and spine from the creature and whipping it against the air in front of her. Blood spray was too light a phrase for the amount of blood that poured into the air from the creature's back.

As their partner fell, the white hierro covered jaguar crouched and roared out an animal's cry. It was challenging Colina like a true member of the Jungle and beneath the law of the kingdom it hailed. Colina turned almost sluggishly as she was feeling the rage inflict a kind of fatigue on her mind. But only took a moment of thinking of a little knight holding it's sword, Filo, to cause Colina to burn again with her anger. She crouched herself and roared out, no words coming this time as she squared off with the Adjucha that still stood against her. As she crouched, she threw away the tail and spine of the fallen of the two, making it clear that she would not eat it, atleast not until this part was done.

The jaguar Adjucha made the first move again, rushing in towards Colina with a passion behind it's movements. The charge flung the sand beneath the Adjucha's claws, pushing against the stone floor and kicking dust. But however fast it felt itself to be, it just did not keep up with Colina's own movements. She raced forth, kicking up her own dust cloud on all fours as she aimed for the Adjucha's neck. She gave a short leap as she neared her target, catching the Adjucha by surprise and leaned downward, her mouth opening wide and menacingly. When they snapped shut, they tore through the neck of her prey, painting her jaws with the ruby fluids she was already covered in by her previous victims. She would rewrite the laws of the jungle. But first, she would need to be on top.

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Consumed:
1x Class 2 Hollow
2x Class 3 Hollow

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{Stats}Stats
Strength - 200
Speed - 350 (+50%= 525)
Spiritual Pressure - 100 (-30%= 70)
Reiatsu Strength - 200
Light Aura - 90 Percent
Dark Aura - 10 Percent
Instinct- 100
Senses- 150
Energy sensory - 100 Points
Healing Expertise - 200 Points
Reiatsu (Energy Bank)- 700

[Adrastos]

Protruding from the shadows in which they masked their figures in, the arrival of the new contenders were all the apparent. A black curtained wall moved towards their direction, waltzing slowly as a swarm, moving the shadows themselves ever closer to the rampaging group ahead of them. Beady empty eyes that were trained on the shortening group of Hollows, dispatching each other quickly to reserve their strength for what was to come. Against an Adjuchas, the Menos were simply lambs to the slaughter. The difference in intelligence, let along strength, far exceeded what the clumsy towers were capable of. Against a far superior evolutionary stage was considered suicide by all means, yet, the circumstances were tipping ever more in their favor. Adrastos tended to face the horde without any interference. Twelve Menos against a single Adjuchas such as Adrastos, the odds remained against them.

Tearing away the mask of lesser Adjuchas, the King of Beasts readied himself to charge at the massing wall of black towers. Clumsy, stupid, the only advantages that the creatures had were their size, and numbers. Yet, for this beast, none of that mattered. Strength was what told the tale at the end. The ground beneath the Hollow ruptured, preparing the muscles in his legs to ready themselves. To attack. To fly. To charge into the oncoming horde that believed that they could feast on his flesh.... They were willing to try.

Muscles tightened, flexing into the needed strength that was to be released to push the Hollow upwards, and down into the black sea of Gillians. Ensnared by the darkness of the ceiling over head, the clumsy creatures could only gaze lazily upwards, wondering where to look, where to direct their attention as reiatsu began colliding into a single spot at their mouths. Unknowing. Unaware. Adrastos would come as a small meteor in the middle of the Gillians, colliding with the very ground that gave way to his weight, and overall strength. The lesser Hollows that were gathered around Gillians feet were flung from the shockwave, bouncing from towering body to towering body, and left in a daze if not concussed. As for the Gillians, they to were caught by the blast of the Adjuchas' shockwave, towering them down on to their sides and rears. The black goo residing in one Gillian spilled out, not knowing that the beast had come and plummeted on top of it, ending it with a loud explosion. The feast began.

Adrastos had no time to waste with the smaller Hollows, aiming for the much large Gillians that were looking to compose themselves once again. The Adjuchas left no time to do so. With a single bite to ones legs, Adrastos hauled the laying beast across his horizon, mashing the Gillian among its brethern before slamming into one of the forests support columns. Face first into the stone pillar, the impact caused the Gillian to cease its venture around the vicinity with one less leg, Adrastos gnawing at the boney appendage, crushing its material into nothing more but a white paste. It was not enough for the Hollow, and its hunger called for more subsistence.

A familiar wailing called to Adrastos' attention, pulled towards another like himself as it flung its body from the pile of climbing Gillians. Its bulging forearms matched that of a Mammal, charging on all fours with a troddle like stance. Fangs that were full canines and muscular torso that matched the Adjuchas, baring its fangs at the beast with a solid red glow of building light; Cero. A Hollows go to technique when wanting to destroy its targets from a distance. Its bright red glow was nothing to scoff at, let alone unforgettable of its presence. It was only a moment later that the Cero would reach its peak build up before it was released. Yet, unknown to the his foe, Adrastos had his own as the beasts lower abdomen inflated with air, utilizing small portions of reiatsu than that of a Cero would use.

A moment later, nothing could be heard but the tearing of flesh and bone.

What was to be a single beam of red light quickly turned into a trio, split down the center as Adrastos' own Burst stream tore through the accumulated reiatsu. The Gillians shuttered in pain, shifting in their position on the ground, while the few staggered from the high pitch sound that eminated from Adrastos' technique. Upon release, the technique emitted a high pitched frequency that would blow the ear drums of those within its close proximity. Surrounded by the Menos, and lower class Hollows, many of them would be sent into utter shock upon its release. Shuffling in the combination of trama, and confusion, they movement became sluggish and uncoordinated. They were easy targets now. But, for those that were in the path of its power would be nothing by bloodied pulps, or smeared remains.

A few of the Gillians that were on their feet behind the enemy Adjuchas would fall, ripped away from their lower halves before fading away as ashy fragments. Its trajectory was aimed at the targets torso, swaying a tad to the side from release, leaving the target itself with the entirety of its right side gone. Only the sight of black ooze squirted from the ragged patches of black stained fur that were once white, and a stilled entity that died before it knew what was coming. All that was left for Adrastos was to remove the remains, and turn it into more bloodied chunks. What followed was that of wet pulps being grounded over the rise of the Gillians once more.


x1 Class 4 Hollow
x1 Class 5 Hollow
x1 Class 2 Hollow

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{Adrastos}

Strength - 400 *[350%] = [1400]
Speed - 300[/60%] = [120]
Spiritual Pressure - 200 [60%] = [80]
Reiatsu Strength - 150 [60%] = [60]
Light Aura - 20
Dark Aura - 80
Instinct - 200[*25%] = 250
Senses - 200[/50%] = 100
Energy sensory - 50[/50%] = 25
Healing Expertise - 0

SP Total = 1500/1700



1. Battle Skill - Intimidation - [3]
2. Battle Skill - Pain Tolerance - [3]
3. Mind Skill - Strength of Will - [3]
4. Mind Skill - Battle Focus - [2]
5. Body Skill - Poison Resistance - [2]
6. Mental Skill - Lack of Fear - [2]
7. Utility Skill - Charisma/Leadership - [1]
8. Battle Skill - Damage Recovery - [1]


SKP:15/15

Berserker SKP in Pain Tolerance 2/2

Side Note: 1 of 15 was added to Pain Tolerance.

[Eshin Sōtō]

In the heart of that abyssal cavern, Eshin's senses expanded into a nightmare of twisted dimensions. He had been completely engulfed in darkness, like an abyss. It felt as if his senses were being limited again, just as it did in the dark forest. Yet, the oppressive darkness that surrounded him revealed itself to be sheets of blackness, the hollows of Hueco Mundo in the next stage of evolution. These were the Gillians, grotesque giants that towered over Eshin like giants, adorned in robes as black as the void. His own existence was a mere speck in the shadow of their nightmarish grandeur.

How Eshin longed to be one of them. He had heard of the Menos and the Gillian, the sign that a hollow had risen above mediocrity and became a catalyst. They were the ones that had devoured over a thousand souls, as rumor had it, and become overwhelmed by their sheer number. The Gillian had been a hollow who's very individuality was threatened by the souls they devoured, before wrenching control back from the indistinguishable mess of souls that surrounded them. Yet, no matter how many Eshin had eaten thus far, not a single soul dared fight for control.

Eshin's mind raced as he grabbed another morsel scrambling at his feet, his body moving on auto pilot. This one was akin to a bird, almost like a sparrow. It barely even registered as a hollow, nearly dying from the fall alone. It was easy to put it out of its misery, its life was already hanging on by a thread. The only sign that it was actually a hollow was the mask where a beak should have been, and the fact that it weakly nipped and attempted to bite at Eshin, despite not having a long enough neck to even reach him. A single bite was all it took to silence and devour it. It didn't even break Eshin's concentration.

It would have been terrifying enough to be surrounded by Gillian's in all directions, each one of them threatening to kill the wraith-like hollow before even noticing he was there. But even amidst this macabre panorama, a sinister presence loomed larger than them all, an Adjuchas of unimaginable power. It was the source for the carnage that unfolded before Eshin's eyes, a predator that made the Gillians appear as insignificant as gnats. This monstrosity moved with an insatiable hunger, tearing through the towering giants like a juggernaut.

It was the most powerful hollow he had seen, in terms of sheer strength and physical prowess. Eshin had the pleasure, or displeasure, to meet a few Adjuchas other than this one, and while all were like Gods among monsters, none of them had a presence like this. Perhaps none of them had been as hungry as this. The reptilian beast had broken the sands of the White Desert after all, exposing the weak hollows to the truth of the Menos Forest. He had even seen the beginning of its Gillian rampage, as the Adjuchas picked one of the robed giants up and slammed it into the ground, sending shockwaves across the entire cavern.

The feeling of pressurized air from a being so powerful, he wasn't even considered to be alive was terrifying and awe-inspiring all at once. Was it awe? No, it was desperation and inferiority. Fear seized Eshin, but it was quickly supplanted by a frenzied desperation. The recognition of his own impotence drove him to a sudden realization – he needed to evolve, and he needed to do it now. There could be no more waiting, no more patience. Survival in this hellish landscape demanded that he ascend to a higher form or risk being devoured like so many before him.

There, at the feet of the Gillians, lay a grotesque buffet of hollows, waiting to be consumed. The veritable masses of weak and strong hollows, at least by the wraith's standards, numbered in the hundreds. Each of the rabble struggled to devour each other as they prepared for their challenge, to devour the Gillian itself. Not that it mattered. None of them stood a chance. Not with Eshin gliding there, a hollowed out look devoid of everything that he normally hunted with. There was no cunning, nor was there a sadistic pleasure involved as he wrenched his claws through the first of the outliers in the herd, shuffling it into his mouth.

Eshin descended upon them like a wraith from hell, his form cloaked in yellow malice. He had donned the souls he devoured like a robe, emulating the darkness of the Gillian with the brightness of his own spirit. This robe was his shield, a cloak that protected against his opponents, made of the sheer quantity of his spiritual prowess, born of the countless lives he had already taken. He could feel dozens of bites across his form being turned away by his cloak, their maws and masks breaking as the souls he wore across his body cut back at them, yellow energy reaching out with gnarled hands and rending their bodies apart. All Eshin had to do was bite down to devour another of the hollows this way.

His claws, honed to a razor's edge, became instruments of death, tearing through the hapless creatures with brutal efficiency. In his frenzied state, he was no longer the meticulous hunter – he was voracity incarnate. He didn't need to move or hunt, his food was climbing over him like a colony of ants scrambling to devour him. Did they not feel it? Eshin's spiritual prowess was akin to a Gillian already, despite his lack of evolution. They were trying to eat a hollow that could never lose to the rabble. Those that thought so met a swift end, skewered like a kebab and prepared for Eshin's next meal. Another bite, another soul devoured.

Yellow and red lightning and surging spiritual energy danced around him, a volatile tempest of power. Some of it was his own, lashing out at others, while the rest of it came from his meals, desperately trying to survive, trying to break free of his grasp. He would not let them escape, whether it was through the skewering claws that tore apart limbs and flesh, or the cloak of souls that melted through any attack. Worst of all were those that met the wraith head on, for a single bite from the dislodged jaw would seal their fate. Two died this way. Devoured.

He unleashed unrelenting carnage, rending hollow after hollow, their death screams echoing within the pile of corpses, but silenced by the writhing mass of bodies attempting to win in this pitched battle for survival. The pile of a hundred was whittling down quickly, now there were only fifty left, even though only about five were devoured at this point. The rest coated his body in blood and viscera. But Eshin was beyond caring about the specifics of his kills. He had become a whirlwind of destruction, feasting upon the souls and remnants of his victims without a hint of hesitation.

The scene devolved into madness, a chaotic frenzy where Eshin's own defenses were slowly eroded by the mass of attacks enveloping him, and his once-imposing presence shattered. He didn't care much for it though, even if he began to feel the pain while his cloak struggled to defend against the mass of blows, he just needed to eat and kill to survive. He was buffeted by more shockwaves, thrown into the maelstrom of chaos, and yet he persisted, driven by an insatiable hunger that knew no bounds. By luck or by fate, as he and the pile were sent across the cavern, he would land on top of their bodies and soften his fall while killing even more. He continued to devour, the lines between himself and his prey blurring until they were one and the same. Another hollow devoured this way, only 40 left in this writhing pile. 

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Consumed:
2x Class 8 Hollow
5x Class 7 Hollow

Previously Consumed:
3x Class 7 Hollow

[Colina Conejita]

As Colina landed after taking out her previous enemy, she found herself surprisingly alone, the swarms being drawn away by other prey they felt more able to handle. She scoffed at this idea of being an unworthy target but gave it a second thought. Maybe she had become too much for this jungle to truly handle at the moment, a beast among mewling pups in hovel of a hole below the palace of Las Noches. Colina dashed towards the nearest enemy, a little bird of a hollow trying to escape from her sight. She easily came upon it and slashed at it with her claws while leaping into the air. She found bone and feather were easy to rend with her claws, making short work of its ability to fly.

When the bird hollow flopped to the ground, it seemed to scream in a high and shrill voice. Perhaps it was only trying to distract or annoy Colina into leaving it alone, wanting to live and continue its pathetic carrion existence. Colina gathered that this little bug of a hollow was simply a feeder. Feeding on the bodies of those who were already dead or too weak to fight back. Its beak was long and thin making it easier to burrow into other things, but currently it was making mad pecks at Colina to drive her off. It would not succeed in this idea, Colina thought to herself, as she snarled a bit and leapt in again for the kill. Colina fangs found their mark, burying into the side of the Bird's skull and crunching it into nothing but paste.

Colina continued making their way towards the mass of energy she could now sense, hundreds of hollows heading in the same direction. Colina could even sense a level of malice from the energy source she was following, but it seemed to be bouncing around madly against other hollows attacking it. Colina even saw a powerful Adjucha monitoring the situation, slightly from afar. It was probably only waiting until the middle target who was being swarmed was too tired to continue fighting back. 'Such a cowardly move...' Colina thought to herself as she slowed her pace slightly and veered to head toward this Adjucha. "Perhaps I'll show you true courage, like my Caballero!" Colina roared as she ran and tackled into the Adjucha.

It's body was massively muscled and sported the head of an ox by the appearance of it's mask. It also had flowing purple hair descending from beneath it's hollow mask in the back and reaching it's strangely firm and muscular buttocks. It gave a loud sound of discomfort and Colina tackled it, reaching it's arms down and giving a sort of hug in order to grapple Co0lina to itself. Colina didn't mind the embrace and decided to take advantage of the position she was currently in by digging her claws into the back of the beast trying to handle her. It screamed in pain as she found her claws burying into the flesh and spilling out a waterfall of blood.

Colina's claws slipped between the ribs of the Adjucha as they swung around in circles, the Adjucha desperately trying to now release Colina and shake her off. Her cheeks were still wet with tears and blood, the latter from her previous victims this day, as she buried her face into the neck of the Adjucha and began to gnaw at the skin with her fangs. He tasted salty as he was sweating with fear of what was soon to come. The inevitable meal for a superior beast in the Jungle, the law that Colina would break as soon as she had the opportunity. But she had to play by these rules and build a mountain of corpses on the way. She currently had a pile for sure, but she needed more. 

Colina added another to her pile as she tore out the throat of her victim with her teeth, pulling the flesh as it tried to stretch in order to remain intact in vain. It split apart with a snap, the elasticity of the skin and muscle taking no more torture as they released from themselves and gave Colina a mouthful of viscera to chew on before she dived back in with her head. The Adjucha slowly fell to it's knees as Colina continued to cling to the dying beast while feasting on it's flesh. She devoured all she could before standing from the dead Ajucha, turning her back on him and howling loudly to the area around her, demanding more and setting off on all fours towards the source of malice once more.

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Consumed:
x1 Class 4 Hollow
x1 Class 2 Hollow

Consumed Previously:
1x Class 2 Hollow

2x Class 3 Hollow

[Adrastos]

They were many, and yet they were none. None with minds of their own, looking to wander aimlessly through the shadows with nothing but idle thoughtlessness. It did not matter how many of these creatures that was consumed, never satisifying the urge to consume more. These were pups to the eyes of the Adjuchas, ever growing more fierce as he was hungry to fill the gaping void within. The Gillians that have gathered to the area posed little to no threat to Adrastos, despite his insistance on removing their appendages from their towering figures. A leg was torn away from one as it grew to its maximum height once more, regaining the composure that was lost from the last blow he had committed towards the bloodied Adjuchas. Its red pulp remains scattered along the white stone beneath him, dripping with the slight satisifaction of developing himself further. Despite the sore throat that was immediately caused by his previous technique, it diswayed him every so little.

The taste of Gillian only grew more stale with time past. Killing the weaker foes did little to develop his current status, in which now the beast did so for the sport. Tearing the mask off of a single Gillian, burrowing through another, smashing a third into a stone pillar that its head cracked open, feeding on these individuals would only take further time to progress, meaning that he required larger, fiercer individuals. A clash of red and yellow blended into the colorless environment, crackling with the booming effects of thunder that only flashed before dissipating. A smaller, younger spirit was within the fray. Talons that were longated enough to act as scythes, reaping what remained in their pathway.

A smaller spirit than himself, considering not to be among the Gillians that lingered around them, growing in it of itself. A small sample that could possible wet his appetite, and fulfill the condition. A smaller being that is spiritually stronger than himself could do the trick. Yet, much like the Gillians that remained, it would not satisfy the Tyrant Hollow to say the least. No. It was not of the spirit that he needed to feast on. However, the howl that erupted much like his own. A quadruped unlike any other Hollow that Adrastos had glanced on before went on its own rampancy. The lure of the variety of Hollows caused by his ruckus drew the strength of many, much like how he remembered of the days of a Gillian himself. Looking to draw strength by swarming themselves in larger numbers of spirits, all there that was needed was time to devour all that was needed.

Two Hollows that stood out from the crowd. Two that could be fed upon. The thought wet the lipless bone mask of the beast, looking to sate the curiousity with a bite or two. Yet, a better idea formulated. The fact that two other Hollows possessed the same level of intelligence as himself, why not allow them to develop before devouring? The Hollows instincts to feed were overwhelming, nearly overlooking the old spirit that was consumed by the Hollow that he became. The spirit of the warrior. It gnawed at him, looking to pierce the surface once again and out of the frenzied state of mind. Why would want to devour individuals much weaker than himself? No, what he wanted was something more. The challenge that was brought on by the enemy that he desired.

An enemy that wore the black garbs that plagued his dreams, and burned his gaping heart with rage. Those that drew their weapons as warriors yet cowered like rodents. The Shinigami were nothing more than over priviledge meal tickets. They lacked the warriors spirit. Much like those that wore the opposing colors of them; Arrancar. Those that called themselves by such a name, for those that followed the rumored Human that rules over the large fortress in the White Desert, were fools. Time and time again Adrastos had only witnessed a few of their numbers leave the palace of of White marble, to venture out and recruit. Wandering far beyond their safe haven to subjugate the Gillians and weaker Adjuchas, promising power from what some say. At least before Adrastos ate them that is. They were the challenge that could meet his desires. Those that mirrored his enemies. Tearing away the black shroud of another Gillian, Adrastos only thought about when such beings would begin to venture to the forest once again, then he could.........

Reiatsu flared but for a moment. Denser than that of a regular Hollow. Sharper.

Speak of the devil.

Adrastos' fangy mask glanced back out into the darkess, seeing what remained of the Gillians that began to be lured towards the reiatsu. But no. Adrastos couldn't allow for such a thing to occur. He wanted the taste of those beings. He wanted to grow stronger. The black stained mask tore its maw open, crying out to the lesser Menos in the area. The instinctual bond between creatures, much something that the Humanized Hollows could not understand, commanding the tier of beasts of the Gillians to halt their advance. Adrastos refused to allow their presence to leave his side. No. He was going to let the Arrancars come to them.


x2 Class 5 Hollows

[Eshin Sōtō]

Amidst the tumultuous chaos of the cavern, Eshin's frenzy continued unabated. He had become a monstrous whirlwind of claws, lightning, and insatiable hunger. Not that he was the only one, however. The pile of forty hollows writhed and thrashed in a desperate scramble for survival. Within this nightmarish maelstrom, there was no room to stretch or breathe. Limbs and masks collided in a grotesque symphony of violence, as Eshin tore through masks and flesh with ruthless abandon.

As seconds ticked by, the number of his adversaries dwindled rapidly. The lack of space between bodies had steadily grown, from misplaced elbows and disjointed strikes and slashes at odd angles to being able to extend and utilize the range of his gangly arms. One hundred and eighty seconds of death and devastation passed. Three hollows remained, Eshin amongst them, his senses guided solely by spiritual perception. Blood and dismembered limbs had long obscured his vision, but this savage dance of survival was conducted through instinct and energy rather than sight.

In the span of the three frenzied minutes, the three that remained were bloodied and battered. Eshin himself stood amidst the carnage, clutching one of the fallen masks of a morsel he had killed in his clawed hand. Devouring it with insatiable greed, he absorbed the remnants of its power into his own, savoring the rush of strength it brought. While every strike had battered his cloak of souls, every bite restored it. With enough time and space to reform on its own, it wasn't long before the wraith's cloak was draped around him in full again.

The two hollows who remained had likewise harnessed the power of their victims, their energies seething and evolving. One was an erratic mess of souls and energy, teetering on the edge of control, while the other was the epitome of refinement, his spiritual energy easily holding dominion over his meals. The first seemed to have bubbles in its body, asymmetrically growing and bulging at odd angles. That was likely the weaker one, as Eshin could feel the mismatched energy of the souls not melding with its host, as if the soul energy was fighting back. 

Eshin discerned the imminent threat. The smaller hollow with the larger aura, it felt distinctly different from the way Eshin was. Eshin had donned the separate identities of the spirits he devoured like a cloak, using their power as his own. This hollow had robbed the identity of the power and truly took dominion of it, he was solitary. That was when he felt the surge of power from his finger. The refined hollow was preparing to unleash a Cero, his spiritual energy spiraling into a lethal vortex of purple radiance.

Eshin reacted with lightning speed, his feet surging with electrifying energy as he propelled himself into the air. Two practiced Ceros that he had learned to manifest at the heels of his feet, very important in the managing of mobility and quick escapes. He had learned that in his battle with the Shinigami in the High School not too long ago. See, what Eshin had over this hollow was combat experience and combat intelligence. It was not difficult to overcome the minds and tactics of the rabble of hollows, but for a hollow to hunt Shinigami, a lot of innate skill was required. 

That skill was turning every disadvantage into an opportunity. The wraith-like hollow was in the air at this point, but he was still able to maneuver himself. With predatory precision, Eshin descended upon the unstable hollow, another burst of yellow lightning surging from his feet. His claws, like razors, cut through its bulbous form, creating a series of wounds that whittled away at its surprisingly tough hide. Eshin exploited these openings ruthlessly, his relentless strikes growing deeper with each cut and slash.

Eshin grabbed onto its back, noticing that its arms could not stretch behind it, causing the idiotic and unstable hollow to struggle and spin erratically. This made Eshin an even harder target to hit, especially with how lithe his frame was. While using the unstable hollow as both a shield and a source of sustenance, Eshin noticed the purple energy beam surging once more, this time carving through his makeshift cover. The unstable hollow's frame had a hole through its neck. Seizing the opportunity, he lunged at the wounded hollow, sinking his teeth into its mask and devouring its essence.

Then, there were two hollows left remaining. With the threat and interruption of the unstable hollow taken care of, Eshin turned his attention to the hollow of dominion, a calculated plan forming in the chaos of his thoughts. He could already sense that their spiritual prowess was comparable, save for his opponent's destructive ability to be far superior. He needed victory through his cunning. He moved with deceptive speed, closing the distance between them before abruptly slowing, feinting a blow that caused his opponent to dodge at the wrong time. 

The calculated pause disoriented the refined hollow, providing Eshin with the perfect opening for his real assault. With swift and deliberate strikes, Eshin targeted the joints behind the hollow's knees, a weak spot in the hollow's humanoid form. Regardless of how tough one was, one's joints were always softer and much more crucial to cut in battle. It was so easy for a powerful warrior to fall with a single cut to the right joint. As the creature crumpled to the ground, Eshin wasted no time in finishing his meal.

Emerging victorious from the macabre fray, Eshin knew that his insatiable hunger for power had led him to triumph. He could feel the surplus of souls and energy surging within him, but it had to settle. It had yet to meld with his form, a power he could not yet access, but a power that was his. Despite all the power he had gained in this moment, he was far from calm. The lurking presence of Gillians and Adjuchas served as a grim reminder that he was far from the strength he needed to have in order to survive here.

That was when the unexpected happened. The Gillians stopped their approach, instead turning around for a moment. Eshin could feel it, the overwhelming energy. The strange spiritual presence, the signature that was distinctly unique from hollows and Shinigami alike. The Arrancar were on their way. Eshin himself found his hunger spiking at the presence of this reiatsu, but his intelligence and will kept him from losing himself. That was when the reptilian Adjuchas, the one that had caused this whole mess in the first place, let out a roar that set his primal instincts ablaze. The Gillians all halted at once, as if unable to move in either direction. 

That was when he felt the encroaching wave of Arrancar headed their way...

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Consumed: 3x Class 7 hollow

Previously Consumed: 
2x Class 8 hollow
8x Class 7 hollow

Reiatsu: 4400
-100 to 2 casts of Luna Paso Cero

[Colina Conejita]

Colina lashed out at random hollows that came across her path to the nearest large source of soul energy she had recently attached her mind to. When she finally got there, amidst the horde of hollows headed towards the same source, she found herself... disappointed. It certainly was a malicious energy that she sensed from before, but it looked so weak as compared to herself. It even fought lower class hollows like a challenge, targeting their weak points and snapping at them with a sort of grace that did not speak strength to Colina herself. Colina turned on a strong hollow in the horde and made herself busy with it.

Colina lashed out at the hollow, observing it's large beak and tiger like claws. It was definitely and odd mixture and had eight legs of muscular meat, covered in a fur of black and white stripes along it's body. When Colina attacked, she aimed to claw out it's eyes and scratch it's mask to pieces. This was easily achieved, and bored Colina in the process as she tore it apart. What came next though was certainly a surprise to her, for the hollow did not react in kind. Instead, it turned and roared off to the East, it's serpent like tail tucking low and curling. This was nothing more than a mistake on the hollow's part.

Colina grinned at the distraction that this caused and launched another attack, her claws rending into the back of the Hollow and pulling out the meat of it's body by her teeth. This was done as her claws easily parted the fur and skin for her teeth to find their hold of it's flesh. As she burrowed her face into the flesh, she continued to absorb the soul stuff that made up this beast. However, as she was enjoying her meal, she felt the pull of a larger and more powerful presence in the distance. Colina knew, from her previous life, the feel of this energy. Something that wasn't quite hollow but had a sensible energy to it. "Arrancar." Colina spoke to herself before wiping her mouth of her meal.

Colina squared up, taking a sort of horse stance before bending her knees further and then launching herself with a leap through the air, soaring with speed and power above the masses. As she launched, she aimed her body towards the massive source of power that was coming this way. The fear felt in the horde was almost palpable when the first of the Arrancar made themselves known. "LOOKS LIKE SOME FUN STUFF, GYUAHAHAHA!"  Colina heard it speak loudly first, the burst of energy and waves of air bringing the breath of the Arrancar as his words exploded from him. He stood at eight feet tall sporting a large fin on the top of his head. No, three shark like fins of hierro on the top of his head, just the middle being particularly large, Colina thought to herself as she observed.

His hands were more like mallets, their size massive and silver. Colina cocked her head and thought to herself, 'Perhaps they are his weapons? That's certainly new....' Colina lunged in as she fell from above, coming to land directly on top of him. He wasn't alone, Colina could tell that much from the energy coming from further away, but he was the first to arrive for sure. When Colina landed on this Arrancar, she tore her claws into his face, roaring out and swiping with fury. It had little effect beyond causing blood to cover his skin and making his brow furrow in disappointment at Colina's strength. "And here I thought you'd be more fun...."  He swiped his right arm, tossing Colina aside with ease.

Colina yiped as she fell and rolled on the ground before finding her feet beneath her. She growled loudly as she locked eyes with the Arrancar, his grinning face full of his sharp teeth showing off to her. Colina roared again and ran at full speed at the Arrancar, raising her right arm behind her. This was a ruse that should have been obvious to an animal, but Colina guessed correctly about this Arrancar due to her being in a similar state in the past. He had abandoned his animalistic side and could not depend upon knowing how an animal thinks anymore. And so, Colina focused on her left claw which she kept low and behind her as she sped towards her target.

The Arrancar lifted his fists high to defend against Colina's right arm, which came down upon them with very little exertion or power, instead the claws of her fingers gripping tightly over his wrists. She pinned them easily together and gripped it hard in order to keep him from using his weapons as she moved in close to strike. Colina's left claw, closed to create a sharp point from all of the tips of her claws, homed in to the center of the Hollows chest, above the hole that was prominent in his stomach. The claws of Colina's left hand found their mark, spearing through the chest of the Arrancar with ease and splitting the flesh.

The Arrancar coughed up blood, straining to pull his arms from her grip and grunting in pain at Colina's attack. But Colina wasn't finished. "Time to eat!" Colina yelled with a lust filled voice, a laughter playing at the edge of it. She yanked her left claw from his chest before starting a barrage of claw strikes against the Arrancar, piercing his flesh over and over and spilling out his red ruby blood against the ground with each strike. He roared and squirmed, but Colina held on for as long as she could, until he finally broke free from her grasp and flung her back again, tossing her against the ground.

"Y-you... stabbed me...? You don't even... have a blade... But claws!?"  The arrancar roared out this last part as if it were only a ludicrous dream for a hollow to achieve. He had obviously forgotten the laws of the jungle up in his palace that offered too much comfort. 'What is Kouhai doing up there, giving everyone a nap?' Colina thought to herself. She knew from experience that either standards were lacking up above or these Arrancars were the weak fools still trying to get stronger by scraping the barrel down here. Either way, Colina found her footing again, and prepared to attack again. She needed to get back up there and ensure that these kinds of fools would not be suffered.

Colina sped to the left, kicking up dirt and running on all fours, crouching into each lunge forward as she ran against the ground and encircled her prey. She could tell that the horde behind her was watching, seeing which would come out of the fray injured and become an opportunistic meal. As Colina continued to encircle her target, the Arrancar lifted his fists and began pounding them into the ground. The first hit the ground, causing dirt to fly directly upwards, along with sharp rocks from beneath the layer of dirt on the ground. However, each second hit was much more interesting to observe.

When the Arrancar hit the ground with his other fist, or rather silver gauntlet, the sharp rocks seemed to become possessed with energy, levitating for a moment before flying at where Colina's current position was. This made the fight a little trickier, causing Colina needing to vary her speed of pace while encircling. She would slow down during the first pound of his fist and then launch herself faster into her sprint during the second hit, causing the rocks to harmlessly slip passed Colina, piercing into the ground where she had previously been standing. This power was interesting, but it was certainly faulty against speedsters like Colina.

As Colina continued her circle of running, she felt a bit of a stalemate in the fight building with pressure. She needed to keep from getting hit, knowing that the rock must have some secondary ability beyond the danger of the piercing rocks. On the other hand, she couldn't get much closer to her target without endangering herself to the rocks he flung with his fist strikes against the ground. Plus, she knew that she couldn't keep running around him forever, her endurance would certainly meet an end to this tango eventually. And so she decided it would be time to strike by stopping in her tracks.

Colina sto[pped just as the second strike was made, causing the rocks to fly where she was going to be, rather than where she currently was. The Arrancar stared with his mouth agape and a furious look in his eyes at having missed again, but this time due to her inaction rather than the timing she had been putting into her sprints. He tried to quickly slam his fist into the ground before Colina could act, but he was just too damn slow. Colina dashed in, quickly overcoming the twenty feet gap between them with little ease and leapt into the fray. Her claws stabbed into the Arrancar's neck as she flew into him and toppled his back to the ground.

With Colina atop the Arrancar, she bit into the top of his head, cracking the fin of Hierro that was most prominent on his head and tearing it loose from his skull, causing him to scream silently in pain. Colina's claws had found his vocal cords and ripped through them just a moment ago, causing his mouth to flail wildly and try to speak words of terror and rage, only to find the tormenting silence Colina imposed upon him. As Colina flicked her wrists, she removed his head from his body and consumed him completely within moments before standing and looking back at the horde that watched the fight. "I am the Jungle. And you will fear me...."

---

Consumed:
1x Class 3 Hollow
1x Class 1 Arrancar

Previously Consumed:
1x Class 4 Hollow
2x Class 3 Hollow
2x Class 2 Hollow

[Adrastos]

Arrancar.

Human shaped and devoid of the primal instincts that allowed them to trascend to where they were now. A forgotten sense in which the humanoids now will regret as might made right. Here in the Menos forest the spoken rule was what allowed the strongest to flourish will be brought down on the pack of ascended beings, reminded of what they had casted off, and what ultimately allowed them to survive. Another cry was emitted, shaking the darkened chambers of the forest. Pillars rattling in their roots. White stone shaken loose from over head. The start of something that was long over due, and was sent out towards the direction of the Arrancars. The beasts will now be set free.

The darkness that shrouded the views of many beyond the white stone came to life, flooding over the stainless color with black, hungry, mindless beings that once had their own desires. The Gillians now followed the beck and call of the one that over powered them, tugging on the animalistic tendencies that they possess, and to charge upon his command. While Adrastos bestowed upon them his will, there were Hollows that the beast saw taking their own action against the new arrivals. One of the two beings lunged ahead of the group with blinding speed, one mirroring a black creature that he once faced back in Soul Society. Nearly similar in appearance aside from their color, yet that was all that they had in comparison; the black creature was faster.

Actings as the vanguard of the assault, the Gillians ran amok the Arrancars. Pitiful creatures that had no chance at standing against the evolved, falling by the pairs with the combined efforts of the humanoids. Flash of deep crimson that shaded the surrounding white, matching in color, only to dissipate shortly after with more Menos enroute. Regardless of what effort that the Arrancars displayed, the frenzy of the Colina, and the added pressure of the Gillians gave Adrastos the cover required to close the distance. Behind the curtain of black veiled bodies did the bloodied maw of the Adjuchas appear, splitting open with an Arrancar focusing his reiatsu. "Hierr-" In utter shock, the maw clamped down, and turning the singular figure into two. The eyes of the flailing half was flung off to the side, shocked at what had occurred moments ago. A defensive technique that was meant to ensure his safety failed horribly. Steel like skin meant nothing to the strength of a being that can nearly bite through diamonds.

Arrancars grew numb, at least those among them that were of lesser strength. They quickly turned tail to run, leaving those that were confident in their strength. Much of their kind scattered, failing to keep rank among themselves and those capable of fighting left behind, leaving much of the search of worth easy in Adrastos' eyes. The Gillians followed, hunted, picked off by the dancing figures that were once Hollows themselves. The mindless against the fully aware, it was easy to figure which side was prevailing, but Adrastos did not flinch in the face of his foes. Actually, he embraced it. One as such vanished before his eyes, erupting in pain at his side that spewed his own black fluids. He couldn't see it. He couldn't track it until it struck, and the pain bolted out from the wound. This being was fast.

One splurt. Two splurt. Number three, a small gyser of blood that shot out from his right leg, Adrastos fell to one knee with arms keeping his stance up. He could feel the movement around him, sticking the blade in a number of areas with precise motions. The Arrancar was simply jabbing the tyrant beast to weaken him bit by bit. The earlier display of strength, shattering a hierro was visibly seen by this Arrancar, not to take chances with testing his might against the Adjuchas. Few Hollow could, let alone Arrancar. Yet, Adrastos was familiar with dealing with beings like this one, and waited for but a single strike. His enhanced instincts kicked in, triggering the beasts muscular responses to tight upon the sensation of the pain. Eased for but a moment, then tightening, the Arrancars blade was stuck in Adrastos' standing leg. No. Not just his blade, but his entire arm.

Adrastos had eased his muscles enough for the Arrancar to utilize his enhanced strength to punch into the soft tisse area before entrapping. Adrastos learned enough to trust his instincts to be able to react to sensations beyond himself. Anything was willing to harm him. Everything around him was a threat. As such, he allowed his body to act on its own to defend him. And that being said, the shock of the Arrancar incapable of freeing himself could not help but silently be taken into the snapping jaw of the Hollow. Jagged teeth sawing against the metallic skin that was enforced with reiatsu. It didn't stop the pressure, nor the combined reeving motion that tore through the flesh of the evolved. Only the taste of the Arrancars blood filled the Adjuchas maw, leaving the remaining half to hang by its entrails.


x1 Arrancar Class 4
x1 Arrancar Class 2

[Eshin Sōtō]

An ominous tableau unfolded before Eshin's hollowed eyes—a nightmarish manifestation of power and strife. The Arrancar approached, a legion cloaked in ashen white, their formidable spiritual might eclipsing even the numerous Gillian that surrounded them. They moved as a singular monolith, an indomitable force of nature that Eshin could scarcely fathom challenging in his current state. Even from this distance and amongst the overwhelming spiritual pressures of the Gillian and Adjuchas surrounding him, he could feel the looming threat of an army of spiritually powerful soldiers approaching.

Deep within him, a tumultuous symphony of souls writhed and contorted, their voices a discordant cacophony. Were they afraid? Excited for the battle? Maybe. Some of them even pushed for Eshin to move, to rush into battle and die like they did. These spirits, poised on the precipice of merging with his being, struggled for dominance, their individual desires a chaotic tempest within him. It was as if the meals and morsels he had devoured had not settled within him. Though Eshin had wrested control from them, they remained obstinate, vying for consciousness, and resisting his will.

In this bleak moment, he found himself standing as the solitary hollow, a creature apart from the throngs of Gillian and the few potent Adjuchas that faced the approaching Arrancar. He had unwittingly stumbled into a brewing tempest, an impending cataclysm that threatened to consume all in its path. Eshin was a hunter by nature, adept at stalking and eliminating his prey with calculated precision, but this was a battlefield where the odds were unapologetically stacked against him. He was not one for open combat such as this.

Eshin's hallowed gaze bore witness as the colossal Adjuchas, the harbinger of this confrontation, led a legion of Gillian in a reckless charge. The reptilian Adjuchas had broken through the defenses of some of the most powerful Arrancar there, taking on their strength and using it against them. That was when Eshin felt it, the growing fear of the white legion. Did it really take this little to make them falter? The Arrancar were meant to be more powerful than the hollows, were they not? Was this cowardice the price of power?

The lines of the Arrancar crumbled under the brute force of the titanic hollow and the relentless tide of the smaller rabbit Adjuchas. These two hollows, one a behemoth of power and the other a blur of swift violence, rent through the Arrancar with ruthless efficiency. He didn't even see the rabbit hollow fight, all he could do was recognize her spiritual signature. She was the strongest among those feasting in the Karakura High School, wasn't she? She was powerful, to be sure, but was she always this strong? Or perhaps, were the Arrancar just weak?

Eshin's instincts urged him to join their ranks, to seize the opportunity born from chaos and lay claim to the power of the fallen. Many of the Arrancar were being slaughtered, many of the Gillian were also collapsing and crashing to his feet. If he wanted to, he could rush to get his fill of power before retreating to a safe distance. Yet, in his current weakened state, such a gambit was a death sentence. He could not risk becoming a casualty in this brutal melee. His survival instinct surged within him, prompting a decision he had made in countless moments of dire peril.

Amidst the pool of blood, a macabre testament to the feast he had savagely indulged in, Eshin dissipated his spiritual presence, melding his form into the crimson quagmire. This was his primary defense, hiding in plain sight. His technique had allowed him to fully erase his presence, save for his hollow mask, which poked out of the blood and camouflaged itself amidst the pile of corpses. 

There, he was but an echo in the shadows, a phantom obscured amongst the masks of the deceased. Alone with his thoughts and the wellspring of souls deep within him, he embarked on a solemn meditation, an endeavor to impose his will upon the chorus of spirits and make them not just subservient, but utterly obedient. He will gain their power.

---

Previously Consumed:

2x Class 8 hollow

11x Class 7 hollow


Reiatsu: 4350
-50 for Mascara de Inocencia

[Colina Conejita]

Colina stared on, the multitude of screams emanating from the horde of hollows fighting with the arrancar that had invaded the territory of 'lower' beings. She reveled a bit in the violence around her, only slightly easing the pain she felt at the loss of her Caballero. She lurched forth into the fray, slicing through her opponents as they came. The first to enter into her field of vision was a lowly arrancar, barely even worth lifting the fingers of her claws for, but she raced towards him all the same. It lifted it's head, it's shark like teeth trembling as it lifted a little buckler with a knife attached to try and abate her wrath. She swiped at the weapon, easily knocking the arrancar to the ground.

It fell to the ground, dirtying it's white robes as it stumbled for purchase, trying desperately to find a way to quickly get up and fight back. Colina gave no time nor understanding sympathy for the mewling pup of an arrancar as she slashed forward, tearing into those pretty white robes and gashing the humanoid leg to ribbons. The sweet smell of blood continued to fill the air around her as she laid into her opponent. He howled in pain and fear as Colina's left claw lurched forward with ease and precision, finding his back and stabbing into the meat around his spine before pulling him back towards and under her.

As Colina got upon his back, her mouth fell upon his shoulder, digging into the meat and bone with powerful chomping and voracious chewing. Audible cracks in the bone sang out to the hordes around them coupled by the screams of the arrancar. He attempted lifting his weapon and stabbing back at Colina, but she was just out of reach of the blade as she was chewing on his sword arm. He certainly lacked the flexibility to pull off the attack he was desperately attempting to make in order to flee from the ensuing pain. But Colina would not allow him to continue such trifling maneuvers and instead gripped both of his arms in her claws and forced them into submission upon the ground.

The arrancar was no splayed on the ground, forced to endure the torture of her attacks, occasionally being bumped into by a random hollow which would emit a snarl from her. She was enjoying the revenge she was currently giving to her enemy, lavishing in the screams he continued to give. And then, to Colina's surprise, he began to plead for his life. "Mercy! Mercy! I'll give you anything you want, please just let me go!" Colina was initially disgusted by this but suddenly she remembered the school she attacked. And the way the children cowered similarly behind Caballero. And she froze, easing up on her attack for a moment.

And a moment was all it took for everything to turn against her. She took another nudge from a random hollow passing by in the battle, causing her to stumble slightly and fall from her prey when he stood. He laughed, "You truly felt emotion? A beast like you? DIE!" The arrancar moved to stab Colina, lifting his badly damaged arm above his head to stab down on Colina. Colina looked up and lost sight of Caballero in her mind and instead only saw red. The blood she was going to take as payment for this trick.

Colina leapt up, intercepting her foe by his sword arm by skewering it through the wrist with one of her claws and standing to her full height, lifting the arrancar from the ground at the same time. As she did, she met her eyes with his and saw the triumph turn to fear and sorrow for a final time. It was almost laughably amusing to Colina if she weren't so pissed at the memory of Caballero being taken advantage of. "You will now suffer...." Colina whispered, her energy seeming to drain from her as she felt that this bloodshed was growing boring. And so, she pulled her enemy close, and chomped into his face and skull, tearing both in half to consume.

---

Consumed:

1x Class 3 Arrancar


Previously Consumed:

1x Class 4 Hollow

3x Class 3 Hollow

2x Class 2 Hollow
1x Class 1 Arrancar

[Kitai Yoru]

Adrastos: 24 paragraphs, 240 TP, 950 consumption TP
Eshin Sōtō: 40 paragraphs, 400 TP, 1,150 consumption TP
colina conejita: 35 paragraphs, 350 TP, 1,600 consumption TP