Arc 2: Canon 38: Need No Guns (8) [Complete]

[Zou ۞]

Name: [Need No Guns Part 8] - The Adventure Name

Participants: [Anyone (No one from Canon 36 or 37)] - Who can participate?

Location: [Above the newly formed mountain in Fake Karakura.] - Where does this take place?

Difficulty Level: [Extreme] - Easy, Medium, Hard, Extreme. How difficult is this adventure?

Setting: [DE] Is this DE or NDE? Death Enabled or Non Death Enabled?

Plotline: [Get ready. The second battle above Fake Karakura is nearing its end. Mountains stand tall from powerful clashes, and buildings are uprooted everywhere. Craters are visible in some areas, while ash covers others. This is a battle to truly test your grit. The cinematic in this thread will be Kouhai's helper, Guujin, facing off against the very last of the Escudo. An Akki version of Fusil Escudo. This will of course be a devastating battle. In the meantime, you guys will be fighting yet another Escudo adversary. It'll be another sports based Arrancar. This one is centering around basketball.

Advance Warning: Don't do anything stupid, reckless, or just plain derpy. I am not going easy in this thread the same way I did in 31-34. You WILL take SERIOUS damage if you do things stupidly.] - Explain the plot of your adventure.

Estimated Enemy Strength: [1] Estimate the strength of the NPC's people will fight in this adventure. Class 7-1, what is their strength on average?

Estimated Time Until Completion: [Unknown] - How many pages do you think this adventure will run for until it is over?

Starts: [Now] - When does the adventure begin?

Special Conditions: [3 participants maximum. No one that participated in Canon 36 or 37.] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.

[Cierro Muerte]

A grin unfitting the scenario he was in was plastered across the espada’s face as he flew through the air. No hollow hole or mask fragments marred this arrancar’s body, for he was Heuco Mundo’s #1 shapeshifting pervert Cierro Muerte. Even though he abhorred fighting it had been practically impossible for him to escape a battle of this magnitude and maintain his position as an espada. He was inevitably forced to come here along with a number of other espada and work with the shinigami. Shinigami and arrancar working together. Cierro liked it. Maybe after this was all over he could find some cute shinigami chick and have a private after party. The Octavo’s eyes began scanning the battlefield looking for a cute shinigami girl that needed saving by the big, strong Octavo espada. The arrancar played the scenario in his head.

“Muhahahaha!” laughed Cierro’s depiction of an Escudo as it took the form of a large, bulky monster. “This is my resurreccion, girl! Now I’m going to kill you!” The immense arrancar took a step closer to the extremely buxom shinigami girl. “Oh no!” she said as she laid on the ground helplessly, “Someone help me!” Her shinigami robes were, of course, torn to nothing but rags, for after all this is Cierro’s imagination we’re talking about. “No one is going to help you now!” said the released arrancar as he took a step closer to the cornered woman, his large hand lifted up as he prepared to squash her. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” she would scream just as the bulky hand began its quick descent towards her.

In a flash she would be gone and the Escudo would find nothing under his hand but an empty crater. Twenty yards or so behind him Cierro would stand with the shinigami in his arms. His eyes would glare at the Escudo and wait for the other arrancar to notice him as the large-breasted, redhead in his arms would look longingly up at her hero. Cierro would then open his mouth and say something cool like, “You bastard. You picked the wrong day to piss me off,” or “How dare you make such strides to destroy something so beautiful?” Yeah... either of those would be good... Cierro would then proceed to beat the Escudo to a pulp in front of the girl and when it was finished he’d walk back over to the love stricken woman with a seductive smile on his face. “Are you okay, my sweet?” he’d say to the shinigami as he pulled her into his chest, “I’m better then okay thanks to you,” she’d say in a trembling, effeminate voice, “but how can I ever repay you?” The shinigami woman would stare longingly up at the Octavo as she spoke, her clothes were practically non-existent for they had been burned and torn to the point that they barely covered her important bits. Looking down at the shinigami Cierro gripped the woman’s pointed chin between his curled pointer finger and his thumb, “Oh I’ll think of something...” he’d say before pressing his lips against hers and his hands would travel up and down her voluptuous body.

The eighth's fantasy wouldn't stop there. But for the sake of decency I'll transition back out of the Octavo's imagination.

Cierro’s smile grew even more as he flew looking for a hot woman to save. The idea of getting with a shinigami interested the arrancar to no end. How fascinating!” he thought, “Forbidden love! The man, an arrancar, forced to fight against Soul Society, the home of the woman he loves!” The espada could unfortunately find no damsels in distress and landed in a nearby cement lot and sat on a bench nearby. There were two basketball hoops at each end of the court and white lines painted on the ground. Cierro was far enough away from the fighting and simply laid his arms across the bench’s backrest and leaned his head back and looked at the sky. Fighting was so stupid and pointless unless it was guaranteed to get you laid.

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Strength - 100 (/2) = 50 Points

Speed - 300 (x3) = 900 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 250 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 200 Points

Light Aura - 60 Points

Dark Aura - 40 Points

Instinct - 300 Points

Senses - 200 Points

Energy sensory - 50 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1400 Points

[Zou ۞]

"Hey, yo." Someone said as Cierro arrived on the scene. It was another Arrancar. This guy was tall, lanky, and he was wearing a white tank top and pants. He was holding...a silver basketball? And it had blades on it too. And yet, there he was, bouncing it around like a normal basketball, He hurled it behind him, and it swished in a hoop, bounced back off the ground, over his head, and landed on one of his index fingers. It started spinning there, before he started bouncing it back and forth. Over the shoulder, across the arm, on the head, over and under the legs. He did all this without once injuring himself from the sharp blades on the basketball. That took some seriously mad skill. Oh, and of course, since he played basketball, he was also stereotypically black. Because no one that wasn't black could be said to be good at basketball.

"You, Espada. You n' me, let's play some B-Ball, kay?" He was pretty enthusiastic about it, even though he was the enemy. Well, on the other hand, he was probably going to make it some kind of basketball game of death or something. He seemed cool, though. He was willing to just play basketball randomly with his enemies. "And after that, lezz get some KFC, yeah?" He added on. Well, maybe it wouldn't be a basketball game of death after all. Maybe they were just going to play, survive, and then go eat together, and they'd be all "screw this war" because they were playing basketball and eating KFC. That actually seemed really likely for this guy. He was also bald, another stereotype. This was just so stereotypical that it was humorous. He was legitimately the most relaxed guy on the entire battlefield. Maybe if Cierro looked cool when playing basketball, he could get laid. "Name's Jordan, yo." So typical!

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Strength: 100

Speed: 400

Reiatsu Strength: 200

Spiritual Pressure: 200

Instinct: 400

Senses: 400

Healing Expertise: 100

Energy Sensory: 100

Total SP: 1900

Meanwhile. . .

"I gotta say, you look pretty hideous, Fusil." Guujin said with a huge, beaming smile. He was holding his Zanpakuto, and it was already out. Fusil simply regarded him coldly, chains hanging off the wrists, glowing eyes glaring down at Sonken Kouhai's right hand man. "Stop bein' so scary!" Guujin exclaimed. His smile widened. "It makes you look weak." Fusil lashed out, his chains whipping outwards towards Guujin. However, despite being fast, as he'd been in his Arrancar days, Fusil was slower than Guujin. In reality, Guujin was extremely fast. He was what people called "a genius." He easily ducked, jumped, and maneuvered in general to dodge Fusil's attacks with the bladed chain. The smile on his face never faded. The two of them were fighting on a tile rooftop in that moment, and surely it was Guujin who had the advantage. People had previously underestimated his battle ability.

He backed off, then took the offensive. He raked his blade across the tiles, flicking it towards Fusil. Tiles flew up, and Fusil brought an arm in front to block the tiles. Guujin smiled, and stabbed towards Fusil. "An opening!" he declared. Fusil gasped, and then just barely managed to jump up, dodging what would otherwise have been a painful stab. No, wait. It still hit. Guujin's blade impacted just at the leg area, near the thigh, stabbing through the skin there. Not very effective, damage-wise, though. However, just before his blade sunk in, Guujin spoke. "Infect, Ririsuke." His blade went through no visible changes as it stabbed Fusil, though. He pulled it out just as Fusil rolled, and lashed out with chains. Guujin did a limbo bend, dodging a chain. He then came back up, grinning. "You haven't had enough time in Hell to develop their otherworldly skills, huh?" he mused. "That's so amusing! A weak Akki!" Fusil glared. "Silence."

Guujin's Remaining Reiatsu: 1300 Reiatsu

Shikai: 1/10

[Zieg Revolver]

Suddenly, a silver Senkai Gate appeared to the far right side of Cierro, a male figure stepping out. He sighed, cracking his neck from side to side and then looked, seeing the two arrancar there. "Great... two of them..?" Zieg murmured in his mind as he turned to face them, eying the black one oddly. Of course, he was talking about two opponents, thinking they were both enemies. The male was currently wearing his He was wearing his black-sleeveless vice captain uniform, customized of course. There was a black, adjustable hood at the back with pirate skull and cross bones out on the front of it, bellow it, he had stitched the emblem of the 11th division, very similar to the hoodie that he wore in his gigai form. He approached them wordless, his clog-like black shoes scrapping against the ground with everystep, the light blue jeans with various black markings scratched onto them a pleasant fit on his body. Zieg stopped a few feet infront of them, his eerie grin on his face as he asked the following question to Jordan: "What is it that you are holding?"

Wait... Zieg didn't know about basketball!?!?!? This was true, Zieg had not really encountered basketball in his time in japan. Sure, maybe once or twice visiting the human world he heard or saw it on t.v by chance but he had never really played. That was going to be trouble, he barley even knew the rules! At the most, he knew that it was some game were you bounce a ball around and try to make it into a hoop of some kind. This was going to be a major problem for Zieg if he could not learn to play now! Zieg could confirm one thing soon; these two arrancar were against eachother. He had not bothered asking Cierro anything, there really wasn't anything impressive or interesting about him. To Zieg, Cierro was just another opponent in his mind, though he did not know he was an arrancar. Soon they would probably have to work together no doubt but Zieg was unaware of that. Zieg of course had the physical stats to play, his strength was superior to both of the arrancar's, Cierro had the speed advantage if he ran but then Jordan had speed, senses and instincts over him and Cierro. Oh well they would have to figure something out if they were going to win this game.
Reiatsu: 1100/1100

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Strength - [160](256) Points

Speed - [200](320) Points

Spiritual Pressure - [150](110) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [265] Points

Light Aura - [50] Points

Dark Aura - [50] Points

Instinct - [105] Points

Senses [105] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: 1035 ]

[Zou ۞]

"What?! You've never heard of basketball?!" Jordan demanded. He just stared at Zieg for a long moment. His look was a mix of many different emotions. One of them was contempt. Another one was probably suspicion. A third emotion just showed that he believed Zieg was nothing short of one of the stupidest mothafuckin' foos ever to live, and that he was filled to the brim with ignorance and just complete and utter mental retardation. He looked like he was almost certain Zieg had lived his whole life under a rock, and that he was also fully undeserving of any and all forms of good and pleasure in the world. Hell, his life was nothing but garbage if he didn't know about basketball! "Sheet, man. You crazy nigguh, don't know no shit if you don't know no basketball. Gonna pop a cap in yo ass, foo!"

Jordan started bouncing the ball around, back and forth and around him. He was having fun just bouncing the ball, then catching it on his one index finger and spinning it. Clearly, he was going to be a difficult adversary. Also, he was black. Naturally, Zieg and Cierro had to watch out for the way they attacked him. Even if they won, if they made him too damaged looking, it would be considered a hate crime. In that case, Cierro and Zieg would then be screwed by the NAACP. That was probably something they didn't want to be screwed by, right? The NAACP could be scary when they were talking about "the evils of racism, yo!" Jordan looked up as Cierro and Zieg did whatever they did to get ready, and he continued bouncing the basketball. "You ready to play some ball, yo?"

[Cierro Muerte]

“Hey, yo,” said an unfamiliar voice. The espada looked up from his seat on the bench to see another arrancar with a white tank top. In his hands he held a bladed weapon that appeared to be spherical in shape. The other man demonstrated a variety of different skills with his basketball-like weapon and left Cierro, more than impressed. That kind of ball-handling took years to master, it was clear that this guy was skilled as he was black. “You, Espada. You n' me, let's play some B-Ball, kay?” said the Escudo to the seated arrancar. “N-no... really... I’m fine...” said a hesitant Cierro waving off the Escudo like one would shoo away a stray dog. The eighth was sure that this guy intended “Playing some B-Ball” as another word for fighting and he wanted none of it. But Jordan continued, “And after that, lezz get some KFC, yeah?” Now he was speaking the espada’s language. If he intended to get some KFC with him later then he obviously didn’t intend to seriously fight. Well that was fine with Cierro, cause the Octavo wasn’t eager to fight either.

“Name’s Jordan, yo,” said the arrancar with a relaxed tone. A wide grin spread across the eighth’s face as he got up and put his hands in his pockets as he walked over to the Escudo. “I’m Cierro Muerte,” he said as his hand retracted from his pocket and he bumped fists with the Escudo who would surely return his symbol of bro-hood, “You don’t know how glad I am to find someone who’s finally speaking some sense in this crazy-ass war.”

It was at this moment that Zieg stepped out of a silver Senkai Gate and completely ruined the mood. “Great... two of them..?” he said as he eyed the black one oddly. Was Zieg racist? If not, then why did his eyes only fall strangely on the black one? Only time would tell. “What is it that you are holding?” said the lieutenant as he walked towards them. “What?! You’ve never heard of basketball?!” said Jordan, shocked. Zieg had surely made the wrong move. Cierro turned to the Escudo and did what came naturally. “He’s not with me...” said the espada, reassuring Jordan who seemed to be the only sane one besides him in this world. Unlike Zieg, Cierro knew a little more about basketball then the vice-captain. Cierro was aware basketballs were dribbled and the goal was to get them in the hoops, but he wasn’t aware of the specific rules such as traveling. He made frequent visits to the human world and had often gone to sports events such as basketball games to feel up cheerleaders as they preformed their antics. It’s not like they could make a big scene in front of all the crowd. People would think they were crazy! Ahhh... The joys of being invisible to humans...

“Sheet, man. You crazy nigguh, don't know no shit if you don't know no basketball. Gonna pop a cap in yo ass, foo!” said Jordan as he began bouncing the ball around, back and forth around him. Unfortunately for Zieg, his initial suspicions were correct when he thought both figures were enemies. Jordan had offered to play a friendly game of basketball and then go get some KFC, Zieg didn’t even know what a basketball was. It was obvious which side Cierro would side with. Yay for the path of least resistance! Plus Zieg was a shinigami. He was still technically an enemy. It was just a matter of which enemy Cierro chose to join, and the vice-captain had made too derpy of a first impression. “You ready to play some ball, yo?” said the Escudo, still bouncing the ball in and out of his legs. Cierro cracked his knuckles, and with a sly grin, he positioned himself behind the Escudo. “You got him, Jordan?” asked Cierro in a laid back manner, “I don’t want ya dyin’ on me before you can treat me to some of that stolen chicken!” said the arrancar. Everything spirits like them took from the humans had to be stolen someway or another, for invisible spirits could not make purchases.

[Zou ۞]

"Hell yeah, nigguh! Fuck fighting! We gonna play some ball and git some cheeken, yo!" Jordan reached out, fist bumping Cierro. Well, obviously he really didn't give two flying fucks about this whole war at all. In general, he just wanted to do typical black guy things. These typical things extended to playing basketball and getting KFC. Cierro would also have to keep in mind that this was a fake Karakura Town. Technically, there was no one in the KFC. Therefore, technically, all the chicken inside was theirs for free, and it wasn't stealing! Somehow that logic made sense. Hey, Jordan was black, yo. All KFC was free to him! That was the law of the land, even in Karakura Town. Even in Soul Society!

Though, Jordan's eyes then dawned a cold, malicious aura as he turned to look at Zieg. He was bouncing the ball slowly, deliberately being an intimidating black guy. It was like the temperature dropped several degrees. It would be very expected of Jordan to pull up a sleeve and reveal a huge black tattoo on a bicep, then refer to himself as 'Mothafucka' Jones' or something along those lines. However, he didn't do that. Instead, he just kept bouncing the ball, glaring at the Vice Captain in question. It should have dawned on Cierro by that point that Jordan was rather hostile towards Zieg. Clearly, he didn't want anything to do with Zieg. Cierro had been wise to pick Jordan's side in this conflict! Also, Zieg wasn't black. This automatically meant that he was a cracker. Jordan was his enemy and could accuse him of racism!

"But you! You whack, son! You don't even know what b-ball is! Dayum, son! You a foo, and you gotta perish, mothafucka! Gonna shoot that ugly ass face, yo!" Oh, and he was also calling Zieg ugly. Well, then again, in Jordan's eyes, Zieg's very existence was ugly! For a man to not know what basketball was, truly he was an abomination to the earth itself! Jordan would have to crack a cap in this cracka's bitch ass, and then do his mom six ways to Sunday. Jordan was that dead serious about hating Zieg for not knowing basketball. So, he was obviously hostile.

"Gonna teach you some shit, bitch!" Jordan was instantly in motion, moving around and bouncing the ball as he advanced on Zieg. He bounced it all around while spinning and moving, the advancement on Zieg one that would be very very hard to predict. It was an unorthodox fighting style, after all. At last, he bounced the ball, grabbed it, and came crashing down on Zieg like he was going to slam dunk the bladed basketball into Zieg's face, and just swish him. "I'mall fresh, yo! Jordan C, the top ace nigguh! Oh! Eeeyeeaaahhh!"

Meanwhile. . .

"You know, there's a saying. Biting off more than you can chew." Guujin declared to Fusil. "You lost to that Segunda Espada, right? To Kuroi? The way I see it, you're weaker now than you were then, having less control of your powers and all. I'm probably stronger than Kuroi too. What chances do you have against me, weaker than you were then, if you lost to him?" Guujin was taunting Fusil, obviously. Fusil bought it, taking the bait and lashing out into a series of chain whip slashes at Guujin, who kept moving at his fabulous speed to dodge every single hit. Limbo ducks weren't difficult for him, so dodging this was a piece of cake. Guujin at last flipped, landing behind Fusil, and started slashing. Fusil took to the defensive, dodging all blows, until Guujin at last reverted into a series of stabs, which Guujin once again attempted to dodge.

[Zieg Revolver]

Well this was quite an odd situation for Zieg to be in now. Zieg had seemingly created a B.A.F.B.M, also know as, a Big Angry Fucking Black Man. "Basket...ball..?" Zieg mumbled under his breath as he tried to recall the word in his memory. It was vaguely familiar to the shinigami, where had he last heard that word... Ah, thats right, Zieg recalled the last time he had seen basketball and that was well over 10 years ago. That shouldn't be a problem... right... wrong! Zieg really didn't like the sport Basketball, in fact, he didn't like any sports at all! Zieg's human life was strictly about gaining power for his gang and dealing with the competition, he didn't have time to pay attention to the American sports! In his time Zieg really only knew about two sports in Japan; Sumo and Martial Arts. Western sports did not become popular until later, after he had became a shinigami, and he never bothered to watch these sports in his spiritual life! He still had no idea how to play it, besides the goal involved getting the ball into the hoop, but it was better then being completely oblivious to it. By this point, Zieg snapped back to reality and realized that both the arrancars were facing him, seemingly now teaming up against him. So it was a 2v1 after all, as Zieg had predicted earlier. Then Jordan began, using his unique choice of dialogue, insulting Zieg for not knowing what basketball was. "Whats the big deal, its a dumb sport to begin with." Zieg sighed in his mind as his eyebrows furrowed, glaring right back at the black arrancar. He did not care about the other arrancar at this point, that one looked weak and Zieg could handle him no doubt if it was 1v1. However, Jordan, posed a serious threat to Zieg if he could not fight intelligently and instinct fully against him. Zieg drew his blade after Jordan stated he was going to shoot him in the face.

"Are you still talking?" Zieg growled, unsheathing his zanpakuto, a five foot long nodachi, and held it infront of him with a tight, two handed grip and coated the zanpakuto entirley in reiatsu to both sharpen the blade, a precaution against the hierro of an arrancar, and to strength the defense of the weapon. Zieg was getting annoyed by now of course. He really didn't like the stereotypical black guy. Not because he was black, but just how black he was acting. Wait... that was another thing, Zieg did not know a single black person in the Gotei 13!!! To his knowledge, there were none, or at least none of them were seated members. Sure, he knew about black people and their stereotypes, but this is the very first time he had encountered it and now the black guy was going to attack him! Zieg waited, his attention drawn to Jordan bouncing his ball around. Suddenly, the arrancar made his move with a statement of showing Zieg a thing or two, advancing towards Zieg. This caught him by surprise, the way he was moving forward, he couldn't read it at all! Zieg was so used to the usual straight forward way of approaching a target, even used to the occasional stepping technique and attack deal, but Jordan's arm and hand movements were a blur to him, he couldn't keep up! It wasn't until Jordan had come into melee range and bounced the ball did he finally see an attack coming, tilting his blade back so he prepared to guard against the slam-dunk like attack. Zieg, seeing the attack coming down and now had his blade in position to guard the spiked ball, made his move, ramming forward with brute strength and impressive speed. His speed was still below Jordan's, but his strength at least doubled the arrancar's, enabling Zieg to absorb the bladed ball attack with his zanpakuto while at the same time charge straight forward into Jordan, the from part of his hilt slamming against his torso along with both of Zieg's fists and would be enough to at least knock the black man away. Zieg would remain in guard, beginning to circle Jordan, if the attack was successful.

Reiatsu: 1100/1100

[Zou ۞]

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a powerful strike smashed Zieg as he was attempting to defend against Jordan, and he was hurled aside, straight into one of the poles that had a basketball hoop attached to it. The back of his head whiplashed back, slamming into it. That had been out of nowhere! So fast! What had done it?! That was when both Cierro and Zieg would see it. She was dressed in a dark blue tank top and gray jeans, and she had long, curly black hair. She was in her mid 20s, and had gray eyes and a small nose. Also, she was black. The woman had a slightly lighter skin tone than Jordan, but was black all the same. And as soon as he saw her, he stopped bouncing the ball, and took a few steps back, holding his basketball. He pointed at the newcomer woman. "Oh sheet! Oh Hell nah! Sharlene, you get the hell away from me! Dat ain't mah baby, yo!"

"Ohhh Hell nah! Don't you tell me this ain't yo baby because you banged me eight ways to Monday and then I gots preg! Dis is yo baby!" The woman named Sharlene declared, yelling at Jordan. Jordan stopped pointing, but instead yelled back at Sharlene. "I told you, I can't have babies, yo! You whack, das what you are! Jus tryin' to blame me cause of yo slutty ass! Bitch, please. Me, n' Mike, n' all dem nigguhs know dat you go on and open those legs foh sho fo every man that comes to ring the doorbell. You ain't draggin' me into yo shit!" Next thing, Sharlene and Jordan were having an intense argument over this. They were dropping stereotypical black people slangs and slurs that were just impossible to understand, but it was hilarious to watch them argue. "Damn it Jordan, come fuckin' home, boy!" Sharlene shouted.

"Awww HELL NAH! I don't live wit yous, bitch! Get the fuck outta here! Gonna git me some fried cheeken, then go to mah own fuckin' home back in Hueco Mundo, yo." Sharlene stared. "Dah fuck is Hueco Mundo?!" she demanded. Apparently she didn't even notice Jordan's bladed basketball. Apparently she could also see spirits, and have physical contact with them. Apparently, Jordan had slept with her. However, Jordan was probably right that she was a slut and that was how she'd gotten pregnant. Jordan was an Arrancar. Arrancar could not have children. This was well known. "Nah, nah! You know what? Man, fuck dis shit." Jordan exclaimed. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a .45, and shot Sharlene in the head. She fell to the ground dead, and then he aimed at Zieg and shot him in the left knee. "Daswhat you git, foo! Not knowin' no basketball, yo!"

[Cierro Muerte]

This guy didn’t know anything! Zieg was only digging himself deeper and deeper into fuck-dom by being so ignorant. It was common knowledge that black people hated ignorance. “Are you still talking?” growled the shinigami as he unsheathed his zanpakutou. “Wow... He sure talks big for a teeny tiny lieutenant...” thought Cierro as he observed the shinigami and pulled up memories from some shinigami whose blood he had devoured in the past. He knew this man’s name and rank, but that was about it. However, Cierro was confident he could best any lieutenant in combat. There was no chance for the shinigami in a fight between Zieg and the two arrancar. In an instant Jordan shot forwards, moving his weapon around his figure in unpredictable movements as he made his way towards the vice-captain. In an instant the weapon made its way high up into Jordan’s awaiting hand and he swiftly brought it screeching down at the soul reaper with the intent to pulverize him.

But the vice-captain had no intention of letting the fight end so quickly. He blocked the arrancar’s spiked blade with his nodaichi in the nick of time. With a pleasant smile the espada took note of both of their abilities. But his attention was suddenly taken by someone else. A young black woman with a rather appealing figure came out of nowhere and smashed Zieg into a basketball hoop. Cierro watched with a surprised expression as Jordan reacted to the woman’s entrance, “Oh sheet! Oh Hell nah! Sharlene, you get the hell away from me! Dat ain't mah baby, yo!” Cierro’s interest was immediately piqued. This woman was apparently pregnant even if she didn’t look it. But what truly captured the espada’s interest was that this conversation might lead to the discussion of his favorite thing... sex... “Ohhh Hell nah! Don't you tell me this ain't yo baby because you banged me eight ways to Monday and then I gots preg! Dis is yo baby!” “Oooh... naughty...” thought the espada as he imagine the types of acts the two did. “I told you, I can't have babies, yo! You whack, das what you are! Jus tryin' to blame me cause of yo slutty ass! Bitch, please. Me, n' Mike, n' all dem nigguhs know dat you go on and open those legs foh sho fo every man that comes to ring the doorbell. You ain't draggin' me into yo shit!” replied Jordan. It was true. Arrancar couldn’t produce offspring. Obviously Sharlene was confused. But Cierro couldn’t help but smirk when Jordan labeled the woman a slutty piece of ass that opened her legs for basically everyone. If that was the case then maybe he had a chance!

“Damn it Jordan, come fuckin’ home, boy!” shouted the angry woman. “Awww HELL NAH! I don't live wit yous, bitch! Get the fuck outta here! Gonna git me some fried cheeken, then go to mah own fuckin' home back in Hueco Mundo, yo,” said the black man, determined not to listen to Sharlene. However it appeared Sharlene was oblivious of the spiritual realms and she blurted out the next question in anger, “Dah fuck is Heuco Mundo?!” It was a legitimate question, but one that Jordan obviously didn’t feel like answering. Before Cierro or Zieg could do anything he had pulled out a gun. “Nah, nah! You know what? Man, fuck dis shit,” he said. And with one shot Sharlene was dead. Cierro watched her fall to the ground; his typical care-free smile disappearing to be replaced with a serious, concerned expression. It was clear he wasn’t happy with how this had turned out, but he understood that it was too late to do anything.

“Daswhat you git, foo! Not knowin’ no basketball, yo!” Cierro’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a second gunshot. Apparently Jordan had aimed his gun at Zieg’s knee and fired off a shot. This fight was sure progressing quickly. Cierro laced his fingers together and stretched them over his head and audibly yawned. “I’m gonna be sitting over there if ya need me... Hurry up and finish this guy, but feel free to give me a good show!”

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Post skipped.

[Zieg Revolver]

A single thought came to Zieg as he was nailed from the side. "Shit!" . He was completely blindsided and had been taken by surprise, his attention having been turned from fending off the arrancar. But who could have done such a thing? Surley not that skinny looking arrancar. Zieg slammed back into one of the basketball hoop's poles, his head bashing back against it. Ouch, that hurt like fucking hell. Zieg's head spun as a throbbing pain came from the back of his head, dazed by the unexpected attack. A few moments later, he shook his head and focused back forward, seeing an odd situation going down. A newcomer had entered the scene, no doubt his assailant, but it was a black female going off on Jordan! The two clearly knew eachother and it seemed like Jordan and her were engaged in a sexual relation but had major problems. Was she even an Arrancar? Zieg had no idea, but he slowly got back up to his feet, rubbing the back of his head as he watched the scene unfold, not so sure what he should do now. Most of it was recovering from the damage he took to the back of the head, which by now was nullifying but it still hurt like a mother fucker. Durable, but boy, it sure hurt like hell, how was a woman that strong to knock him away like that!?!?

Zieg watched as Jordan seemingly grew tired of the argument and shot his "girlfriend" dead with a single bullet. Zieg was shocked by this and this brought him back into a combat stage, anticipating that he was the next target as he charged his reiatsu for a shunpo. It was logical; he was the only other target besides Cierro and Cierro was allied with Jordan! There was no other target to shoot at but Zieg. Jordan confirmed this by taking aim at Zieg's knee, in which he performed a shunpo and disappeared from sight as he was halfway done pulling the trigger. Zieg's destination for an appearance? The front of Jordan but he was not directly infront of him, he appeared facing the extended arm of Jordan, dashing and slashing forward vertical with almost a chopping motion as he came out of shunpo, performing the attack move swiftly. He was only aiming the cleave the gun in two, slashing off about half of the .45 as he moved past the front of Jordan. Afterwards, Zieg turned leftward as he swung his zanpakuto upward towards the triceps of Jordan's other arm, Zieg positioned about three feet away from him. He slice into cut into it and disable the arm of the arrancar.

Reiatsu: 1100/1050

[Shiroi Hokai]

Unfortunate for Zieg, but Jordan was still tough. The bullet was faster than Zieg nonetheless. He was still stunned, and his Shunpo was delayed by this. He had blood in the back of his head, having had it slammed hard into the back of a pole. At the same time, pulling a trigger took the same amount of time as using a Shunpo. Even if he tried to time it so it happened halfway, it was still just a trigger. It was like blinking. So fast was it that even by trying that, his body didn't even get halfway through the movement before the trigger was pulled. Worse yet, the bullet hit his knee anyway. Why? Well that was simple. He was slower than the bullet. In a real gun, such as that .45, the bullet was several times the speed of sound. Faster than Zieg's Shunpo could ever actually be. Even his own high penetration reiatsu bullets couldn't do that. Worse for him, the bullet stuck there, unlike his bullets which just went through a target.

Meanwhile, Zieg's knee wouldn't register the hit until he was already there. That was how fast the bullet was. With a real gun, bullets did not register until several seconds after being shot. This was the truth about their speed. The pain wouldn't be there until a few seconds afterwards. As Zieg got there, his leg started to buckle because of the bullet, and Jordan was ready anyway. With his free hand, he bounced the basketball on the ground, causing it to bounce back up and hit Zieg in the chest. It carved into his chest, and blasted him off of the basketball court, which was up on a roof. He fell from the building because of his buckling leg making it near impossible to defend. He was hurled onto the sidewalk, which didn't hurt him much since it wasn't too far below, and sent rolling into a doorway on the street, directly into a house, rolling all the way into the kitchen. ...Where had that force come from with the hit? Was that possible?

A voice suddenly greeted Zieg.

"...Why don't you take a seat?"

[Cierro Muerte]

Cierro watched from the bench, studying both fighters as they clashed. It appeared that he had picked the right side. It was clear that Jordan was leagues above Zieg. Hell... Cierro was probably a league or two above him. He was only a lieutenant and they were an Espada and an Escudo. “No doubt Jordan’s got this in the bag...” thought the Octavo with a serious expression unbefitting of him. He seemed to be in full concentration mode. Usually the Octavo didn’t care about fighting this much, but for some reason he was memorizing the fighting styles of both warriors. Perhaps it was because he planned on joining in the fray later. The eighth lifted his his thumb to his mouth and lightly chewed on the very end of it with his teeth as he watched Jordan shoot Zieg in the leg and bounce his basketball-like weapon into the vice-captain’s chest and send him flying into a building below them.

Cierro peered over the edge with a straight face that truly was unbefitting of him. What was on the espada’s mind? He was typically happy-go-lucky and care-free, but he seemed totally involved in this battle. Had Cierro finally learned to take such things seriously? He needed to be ready just in case Jordan required assistance. The eighth’s excellent senses could hear everything that was going on in the building below them. Zieg had crashed into a local residence and had been greeted by a man who sounded to be in his mid-thirties or early forties. “...Why don't you take a seat?” said the mysterious man. Did Jordan bring a comrade with him? What kind of powers did this mysterious man possess? Something told Cierro that whoever this mysterious newcomer was, that Zieg was in deep shit.

[Zou ۞]

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