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Name: [Arc 3: Canon 6 - Ten Executioners] - The Adventure Name
Participants: [Anyone] - Who can participate?
Location: [Random rainforest] - Where does this take place?
Difficulty Level: [Hard] - Easy, Medium, Hard, Extreme. How difficult is this adventure?
Setting: [DE] Is this DE or NDE? Death Enabled or Non Death Enabled?
Plotline: [In a random rainforest, presumably in South America, one of the ten Player Killers of the Devil's Vendetta Tournament has been located. Basically, this means go stalk her in the jungle. Find out the full strength of one of the Player Killers. The others in the tournament need to know this information desperately if anyone has a hope of surviving.] - Explain the plot of your adventure.
Estimated Enemy Strength: [5-1] 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] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.
Post by Cierro Muerte on Aug 27, 2011 23:37:38 GMT -5
Cierro Muerte, the Octavo espada, walked through the dense jungle. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but he enjoyed being away from Las Noches. That place was so dull! At least the human world had babes! Las Noches just had Asuka and Li Mei. It was a sausagefest without those two. The espada looked around at the leaves and vegetation that surrounded him. He hadn’t meant to come out of his gargantua here. This was certainly NOT the warm beaches of South America. The chances of seeing a hot babe in a bikini here was close to nothing. Cierro sighed and marched through the rainforest. Maybe there’d be something for him to see, if he didn’t see anything interesting in four minutes he’d leave, cause if there was one thing the arrancar had, it was time. Ever since he’d completely memorized the adult film he’d bought from the black market Cierro had been looking for something else to do.
So Cierro trudged on through, unaware of what he might find. His eyes were peeled and his ears were wary of anything that might try to sneak up on him. He didn’t look the least bit worried however. Why should he be? The odds of finding anyone out here were like, 1,000 to one, the odds of that person being able to see spirits was even less, and the odds of two other people with spiritual ability being present in the same area at the same time were like, 9,999,999,999,999 to 1. If somehow this was some kind of thread in someone’s roleplay site then others would be very hard-pressed to find an excuse to be present at that same in the same godforsaken forest. No... This would most likely be a boring, uneventful day.
Post by Zieg Revolver on Aug 30, 2011 17:39:53 GMT -5
OOC: <.< I suppose if noone joins this by tonight, I will roll Alkaid into this one. Also Satsu, are you going to host a punishment thread for Zieg for the actions in Canon 1 or can the punishment be having to join the tournament with Zieg?
Last Edit: Aug 30, 2011 17:42:27 GMT -5 by Zieg Revolver
"Never underestimate your opponent; no matter how weak they way seem."
Post by Alkaid Alkane on Sept 1, 2011 9:51:11 GMT -5
Alkaid Akane, the second division's female captain and commander of the Onmitsukido, silently prowled through the rainforest from above, moving from tree to tree as she used the branches as footing supports. The female was sent here to scout out one of the Player Killers, also known as "PKs" and judge the strength of one of them through both observation and most likely combat. She was unaware if any other race would be here, if they had received information on the PK, and were attempting to do the same actions she was. She was not moving at quick pace, for she had to look for thicker branches and trunks that would support her, though this was an easy task for she was a slender female afterall. Her eyes and head were constantly switching views, going from looking for support branches, for the target she was supposed to be scouting and for any kinds of wildlife that may be a danger to her. This was a rainforest afterall, it had to contain animal life of some kind and there were a handful of creatures that were a danger to a person. Of course, she was a spiritual being, so whatever she encountered had to be able to see her and this was possible since certain animals have a much higher sense then the average person. If she encountered such an animal, then she would have to deal with it accordingly, hopefully without alerting the target she was supposed to be stalking.
Alkaid currently was wearing the all black, ninja-like, uniform of the Onmitsukido, covered in head to toe with dark, black, clothing material. Besides her eyes, the only other visible part of her were the bangs of her crimson red hair, streaks of white highlighted in it. Underneath the uniform, from her normal attire, she was wearing her leather gauntlets, each strapped onto her wrists and covering a majority of her arms and the back of her hands. They made her arms look a couple of inches larger but that did not bother her, she preferred the gauntlets as a form of protection, even though it was light. Snaking her way through the treetops gradually and carefully, she frequently scanned the area for any signs of her target, keeping her reiatsu sensory alert. Her location was currently on the opposite side of Cierro, in a different fraction of the rainforest, so the two would not run into eachother until later. Her main goal for now was to find the target and track them.
Clang! Two blades clashed in the night, for it was indeed a pitch black night, an eerie black sky cast as a blanket over the dense jungle. Though there were many stars and a visible milky way within a place that lacked light pollution, the dense leaves of the undergrowth blotted out even the light of the stars and galaxy. Not even the pale crescent moon's white rays could shine down in that time, and thus all who were within the jungle would find themselves molested by the utter blackness. There was no salvation from it, and only well honed senses would allow sight in this place. Even then, it was most likely a light source that would give courage and sight.
Clang! The two blades met again, and the sounding of metal meeting metal split off into an echo into the dense black night. The sound was like thunder or gunshot or both, ripping through the otherwise peaceful expanse filled only with crickets and other night time animals. It chose in that time to disrupt the peace, and it was this source of sound which would attract those who were within the jungle. Animals fled from it, and insects marched in their militaristic lines away from it. Those who were of greater power and perhaps intelligence chose to seek it out, deciding that they wished to see and understand the source of the noise.
Clang! Once again, the blades met. Again, and again, and again. Swish! Flick! Rrruuuuuggghhh! They slid against each other, dancing as metal on metal, gray on gray or silver on silver, depending on how one saw the colors. They continued to sharpen with hostility, and with impatience. They aimed to crush fertility, and deliver frustration. The two blades continued, and the figures who held them- black silhouettes in the darkness-continued to fight onwards. It was certainly a duel at that time, and the two, one short and one tall continued to fight then. Moving with inhuman speed, and attacking with inhuman strength and precision, the two were relentless. It should be noticeable that the tall one's breath was beginning to become hyperventilation, and grow heavy and weary. He was tiring, and he was getting weak.
"NO! I CAN'T DIE HERE!" he cried out, moving once again. And then, his scream ripped through the air, even more forcefully than the sounding of the blades. His blood shot out from all the wounds that he gained, and he fell from the tree limb from which he'd engaged the enemy. Descending into the ground and into the night, into the darkness, his eyes were empty. Red smoke began rising from where he fell, and then from several other near adjacent areas around the jungle. If one looked from above, it would look like a connect the dots. What was the red smoke? What was the scream and the battle? What was going on?
Then, the one who had defeated him smiled coldly and spoke.
Post by Cierro Muerte on Sept 3, 2011 17:08:07 GMT -5
Cierro was getting bored. There was nothing more to stay here for. Only plants, bugs, and the sounds of night could be found in this rainforest. It had been an unfortunate mistake and a waste of five minutes. The Octavo opened a garganta and was just about to return to Heuco Mundo when his keen senses revealed something to him. Cierro sniffed the air ever so slightly and his eyes darted around the forest canopy above him. “Woman sweat...” he thought as he determined the source of the smell. Cierro had an uncanny sixth sense when it came to finding the sexiest chicks on earth. It was simply something he developed over years of peeping. The Octavo was an expert voyeur and didn’t shame himself in that fact. The skills he developed while spying on girls had helped him infiltrate organizations countless times in the past.
Cierro closed the garganta and followed the source of the smell. Faster and faster he traveled until he got to the edge of a clearing where two figures were engaged in combat. “NO! I CAN’T DIE HERE!” cried the stronger looking figure as blood suddenly erupted from his wounds. The man fell to the ground, presumably dead, easily dealt with by the other fighter. “Thus we are slain. . .” said a female voice as she stood above the body. Cierro observed, hidden in the bushes, as red smoke began rising from where the male’s body fell. The Octavo’s eyes widened as he got an eyeful of the woman. She was a knockout. Cierro wasn’t sure what he should be staring at so he just took it all in. Without even realizing it the espada abandoned his hiding spot and began stumbling towards the female, a stupid grin plastered across his face. “H-Hi there! My name’s Cierro!” he said as he reached the unbelievably attractive female, “What’s your name? We should hang out some time!”
Little did Cierro know that this was what was dubbed as a “Player Killer” in the mysterious tournament that was going to unveil itself to the world shortly. All the espada cared about was her visual appeal and the odds of getting with her. Oh how jealous Asuka would be if she saw him now. Cierro knew that the Noveno was totally into him. She only had to see him with another girl before that typical female jealousy would settle in. But would he even need Asuka if he had whoever this perfect 10 was? Probably not, but why settle for only one girl? Cierro deserved an entire harem! It would start with this girl right here! Then Asuka! Then Li Mei! Then Miho! And eventually with their combined power they would take soul society and all shinigami women would belong to Cierro! “MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Cierro laughed evilly in his mind. He had decided that plan merited some sort of evil laugh, but didn’t want the chick in front of him to find him crazy, so he imagined the evil laugh.
Post by Alkaid Alkane on Sept 3, 2011 20:28:56 GMT -5
With the sounds of blades clashing against one another, Alkaid was easily directed to the site of the fight. She was, afterall, in the jungle tree tops as the combatants were so it was no problem seeing them when she came into view, besides the darkness playing a factor. It both played and worked with the female captain, against her in the fact that she had to focus her eyesight to be able to adapt to being in the natural darkness, though with her clothed entirely in black, she would blend into the environment more easily and would not be recognizable unless she was sensed by either a being with animistic senses or through energy sensory if she did not keep maintaining her reiatsu level to be undetectable. Since there were little to no interruptions to her travel, Alkaid arrived to the scene of the combat, staying low as she went into a couching position while she looked on, seeing a smaller and taller figure fight against one another. The taller seemed to be struggling greatly and on the losing end of this conflict, this confirmed when he yelled out that he can't die here. Too bad it seemed like what he said did not matter, for he was soon slain by the smaller figure as Alkaid watched on silently, her eyes wide as she was trying to keep track of the fighters and soon the taller figure fell, his death declared obviously.
"Target acquired..." Alkaid stated in her mind as her eyes locked on the smaller figure, gazing at her as she maintained her reiatsu level to the lowest she could possible do. She was at least 20 feet away from the battle when it happened so she believed that it would take someone who was either really looking for someone or something in the dark or someone with high enough sensory of some kind to spot her. She was afterall a small target in her current position. Alkaid looked down at the body of the fallen fighter, trying to examine it the best she could from her current height. She caught of glimpse of what appeared to be a red, colored smoke from the fallen's body, seemingly rising from the wounds he had received. Well that did not seem could, the female's ability seemed to be at least a melee type and involved contact with the opponent's flesh, though what could result from all of this could range from some kind of heat ability, a corrosive effect or some kind of disease that produced the red smoke. In the end, it was something to be wary of if Alkaid was forced to combat the PK to find out her abilities for sure.
It seemed, though, that luck was on Alkaid's side as her attention turned back to the female and she was now not alone. She could not tell what he really was, since he did not look anything like an arrancar or even have the reiatsu of one. Speaking of reiatsu, she could not even get a single read from this guy. Could he be a regular human? That was impossible, there is no way a normal human would be all the way out her and be speaking to the PK. "Another one...? Wait, it can't be, there is only supposed to be one PK... and he seems to not even know her." Alkaid confirmed in her mind as she watched the arrancar Cierro speak to the female and seemingly flirt with her. Alkaid simply watched on to see what would happen, how the PK would react to being hit on it seemed. Unknown to Alkaid, Cierro was actually a Espada and could probably handle his own against the PK if he played it safe against her. For now, Alkaid stayed in her current position and waited to see the results of Cierro approaching the PK.
A hand grabbed at Cierro's ankle quite suddenly, clutching at it with as much force as the hand could muster, which unfortunately wasn't much. If Cierro looked down, he'd notice that there was a man whose face was unrecognizable. It was butchered and covered in blood, and his hair was also filled with that blood. His clothing was a camo type, but it was torn to shreds and covered in crimson. His eyes rose to try and meet Cierro's. "W...what are you doing...?!" the man demanded. The woman was sitting on a tree branch, swinging her legs while doing nothing at all. The man looked rather earnest about things as he clutched Cierro's ankle, trying to get the Espada's attention.
"R...RUN....!" he cried out. "G...GET AWAY FROM HER! SHE'S D...DANGEROUS!" So, as it turned out, the woman had failed to kill the man. Or maybe she'd just spared him a moment to prolong his agony. Either way, he was alive long enough to tell Cierro to run for it. Whether or not Cierro ran was up to him, though judging by his character he probably wouldn't run away from an extremely attractive woman like that. That was part of her danger, though. The attractiveness of the woman was just something to lure in people with their stares and lust, and then they'd lose once they got close enough. The woman was suddenly down next to Cierro, noticeably shorter than he was, perhaps only 5'3 or 5'4 at best. The man gasped, eyes widening.
A cold smile played across the woman's lips, and a giggle that echoed throughout the forest a thousand times over, disturbing all of the life within it. Her voice was very musical, and beautiful, almost like her voice in itself was a powerful song. The sound was captivating, and this was why it was terrifying, and probably dangerous too. It was in that moment that she could be just a little bit better seen. She had pale ivory skin, flawless, with long, silky black hair that dropped across most of her back. Her face was captivating like no other in the beautiful features, and indescribable as well. Of course, her assets were also a catch, the breasts being not only a significant size and perfectly fitting to her curves and her (remarkable) butt, but also being quite pronounced due to her outfit. The woman wore black rags over her body, which just barely covered half of her upper half, and just barely covered her lower half. (Imagine adult Neliel's outfit in black.)
She was barefoot, and her perfect, entrancing lips parted into a smile as she pulled out what appeared to be some sort of katana, and jammed it into the man's skull, finishing off the one that she had already defeated. It was noticeable that the red smoke had stopped coming out of his body by that point. The blood sprayed out, splattering across not just her face, but Cierro's too. She turned then to Cierro, "Will you listen to him...?" she asked, not bothering to say anything else. Who was this woman? This one, who was called a Player Killer in the upcoming Devil's Vendetta Tournament, was she evil? How strong exactly was she?
OOC Note: It IS possible to defeat this woman here and now. If you do, she will be eliminated from the Devil's Vendetta Tournament, and you won't have to face her as a Player Killer in the actual tournament. This is only if you're smart though, and only if you think it's worth the risk.
Post by Cierro Muerte on Sept 4, 2011 15:03:45 GMT -5
The espada approached the woman much to the shock of the defeated man lying on the ground. Immediately the body on the ground grabbed his ankle and the espada’s attention was diverted away from the woman for a moment. If this guy was touching him then he’d be able to feel the entire depth and power of his reiatsu. This guy would be completely aware of how strong Cierro’s reiatsu was and that he was an arrancar. “W...what are you doing...?!” yelled the man as loud as he could. Cierro looked down at the bloody, smoking man with his typical slitted eyes and creepy grin. He wasn’t the least bit worried, after all, this guy had probably started the fight. Cierro came in peace, so there would likely be no trouble for him, right? “R...RUN....! G...GET AWAY FROM HER! SHE’S D...DANGEROUS!”
The espada stared at him with a grin until he was joined by the woman who stood around 5’3. Cierro’s attention was immediately grabbed by her buxom figure and he noticed her smile and giggle as she jammed her weapon into the man’s skull, finishing him off. The espada’s stare wasn’t interrupted even as blood splattered onto his face. In fact it grew with amazement as he noticed what she was wearing. “OH COME ON!” thought Cierro with irritation, “How the HELL are those rags keeping themselves perfectly in place?! That’s just not fair!!!” Even with blood on her face the woman was a perfect 10, and when she spoke the espada’s interest in her only grew. “Will you listen to him...? she asked the arrancar. “No way! That guy must’ve been off his rocker. I know a good, respectable, innocent girl when I see one, besides, you still haven’t answered my question,” replied Cierro dismissing the warnings given to him by the man.
Unfortunately for the espada, even if he’d known this woman was a Player Killer, he still would have taken every possible route to try and get with her. It’s not like Cierro was capable of fighting or killing her. He wouldn’t dream of ever bringing harm to something so pretty. So the espada faced her with his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face as he waited for a reply. On his back was his scimitar that he planned on releasing later when he cleaned the blood off of his face. He might as well see what kind of stuff this girl did to the guy to make him so scared of her. Cierro liked keeping a library of people’s memories in his mind, especially girls’ memories. Showers, baths, getting dressed every morning, and even the occasional surprises were all part of a person’s memories, and Cierro liked to recall those moments from females’ memories as often as he could.
Post by Alkaid Alkane on Sept 4, 2011 16:06:44 GMT -5
Alkaid watched silently as Cierro interacted with the fallen male warrior, whom warned him to keep away from the female PK and run for it before it was too late. Was the woman really that dangerous of an opponent? The male had obviously known more about her then either Alkaid and Cierro know combined, though Cierro obviously was not interested in what the woman could do and was more drawn to her features. She maintained her position from above, watching as Cierro was unfazed by the warning of the female, a unflinching grin on the fox-faced arrancar. She witnessed the female PK leap down by Cierro, an icy cold grin on her face as she let out almost a child-like giggle and finished off the male with a stab through his skull. Alkaid's eyes widened a bit, surprised for how cold the female was acting. Was this female corrupted with evil or did she simply take the pleasure of finishing her foes without mercy. Her attention switched to the stranger, whom Alkaid still didn't know what to identify as, and was surprised more to see that he was untaken by the fact that she just drove a blade through a dying man's skull and splattered blood on him. We're the two of them both insane?
Alkaid really did not know what to do. She didn't know if the male could hold his own against the female PK if she decided to attack him, or if she should just attack now and take the lead. The female for now was no threat to her but was a major threat to Cierro. She watched and listened as Cierro replied to the female's question to if he was going to listen to what the slain man had said, stating that the guy had to insane because the PKer was so innocent. Alkaid could not believe this, he had to be fucking insane! Was he joking with her or was he completely serious? If he was joking, that would automatically put him to be either cocky or just plain stupid. If not, well, he was a fool then. Alkaid now either had the choice to A. continue watching the two from above and see what would happen, and intervene with the fight if it occurred, or B, attack now, separate the two and engage the woman in combat. For now, Alkaid waited to see how the woman would respond to Cierro, preparing herself to attack if she had to.
The woman smiled coldly, looking directly into Cierro's eyes from next to him. She was looking up and to the side. Cierro had agreed to be an entrant in the Devil's Vendetta Tournament. Essentially, this also meant that he was prey for a Player Killer as well. Despite the blatantly obvious malicious intent behind the malevolent female, it was quite certain that Cierro was rather stupid when it came to women, and therefore he'd be blinded by the beauty of her face even if she looked at him in that way. He was a sucker for women, after all. Her smile would probably come off as sweet, innocent, beautiful, and sexy to him. It was foxy, it was devilish.
Cierro would be absolutely stunned and shocked by what he saw in her eyes, too. It was that which flooded through his mind just for looking into the girl's eyes. It started with a village of straw houses everywhere. Just an ordinary village. Straw and wood houses, people in the streets, etc. No, it wasn't ordinary. It was burning. The village was on fire, all of it. The streets, the buildings; Everything was covered in flames. Corpses littered the ground, blood, guts, organs and everything else tainting it with their presence, and with the presence of death just plainly there. Then, this same woman could be seen in a different flash, her blade arcing through the air and carving into innocent, and screaming children as she laughed.
It was unfair that she wore the same outfit in all of these things, and yet somehow her breasts managed to stay covered completely the whole time, and they somehow stayed stationary, and didn't become revealed by the continuous and constant movement of the woman. Another flash showed her sliding a blade deeply into a man's most precious area while his wife watched, before moving on to kill their baby, and then the wife as well. Her echoing giggles and laughter could be heard the whole time, and it was most certainly not something that one would want to hear given those situations. She was so...evil. She was so terrifying. Maybe Cierro despite that could still be blinded because she was a woman, and because she was a hot one at that.
However, it didn't seem possible typically, since he was being forced to see these horrid visions just by looking into the eyes of this girl. And then, something worse. Whereas before he'd witnessed part of the girl's past, the next few visions were illusions of something he probably didn't want. Asuka, Li Mei, Miho, and all sorts of other women he knew or had met throughout his life. All of them were being slaughtered mercilessly by skeletal soldiers that were marching throughout a ravaged fiery wasteland. Everything was hellish, and evil. What...was this...?! It was all so real looking, and it all flashed through Cierro's mind like his own memories, just being made in the moment and burning into his dreams forever.
"You...should have listened to him." She said at last, raising her blade up high. The woman's blade did not glint, for light was scarce if present at all. Like a guillotine, or like a mighty battle axe, it fell down from its upright position wherein the point aimed at the sky. With that simply gesturing maneuver, the woman's blade came crashing down on Cierro. Whatever happened in those next few moments, it was up to Cierro, and also up to Alkaid. Whatever happened in those next few moments, it all depended on what was destined to inevitably happen.
Post by Cierro Muerte on Sept 5, 2011 0:18:47 GMT -5
Cierro’s smile disappeared as the woman looked into his eyes. His mind was sent somewhere he didn’t want it to go. The espada was shown visions of slaughter, which would have been fine and dandy, but women were being massacred by the dozens. The visions didn’t stop there either. This mysterious Player Killer crossed the line when she showed him visions of an undead army after Asuka, Li Mei, and Miho! The espada dropped to his knees as he reached helplessly out towards the hallucinations. “Miho-chan...” he thought as she was stabbed through heart by crooked spears. “Li Mei-chan!” he thought as his eyes turned towards the red-headed fraccion. He locked eyes just in time to see the skeletal soldiers rip chunks off her body, piece by piece. Then Cierro heard a shriek that sent chills down his spine. Turning around Cierro saw Asuka amidst a horde of the zombie-like creatures as they clawed at her. “ASUKA-CHAN!” he yelled as he stood up. But it was too late. One of the creatures took an enormous bite out of her head and she was dead. Tears began welling in the Octavo’s eyes as the vision faded.
“You...should have listened to him,” said the voice that had sounded so sweet and sultry before. But now the voice made Cierro gag. Admittedly she was still incredibly attractive, but the Octavo couldn’t forgive her for slaughtering so many women and showing him such horrible visions. He couldn’t fight her, but he could at least get out of there. Cierro was quick to notice the immediate threat as it came screaming down towards him in the form of the woman’s katana. Cierro, however, was an expert at dodging, and this attack was no different then the countless others he had evaded.
The espada sidestepped the vertical slash and in turn placed his hand on the handle of his own zanpakutou. “Espiatu... Traidor...” he said quickly as his body transformed. The espada’s scimitar disappeared, only to be replaced with a long, forked tail. Bone-like armor outlined much of the Octavo’s body and his figure became as black as night and noticeably more muscular. On the espada’s head was a skull-like mask that revealed only glowing red eyes. His fists were each granted claw-like knuckles that would pierce flesh easily. Jetting out from his forearms were rows of spikes that would prove painful if the woman touched them and on each of his shoulders rested half of an even larger skull that acted as shoulder pad type armor. Cierro glared at the woman with an unwavering glare as his long tongue retrieved a droplet of blood that had found its way onto the espada’s face. Any information that guy had on this girl’s abilities would come in handy. Cierro’s mind began to process the man’s memories as he crouched down into the common Shaolin Kung Fu stance, The Tiger. “I don’t suppose you want to talk this out,” stated the eighth, hopeful he could make it through without being forced to fight such a pretty little thing.
When Cierro tasted the blood, the information became clear to him. It wasn't good. In the darkness that the man had had trouble seeing in, to begin with it was quite difficult. However, it was discovered that the red smoke had nothing to do with this woman's ability. This man had been a Fullbringer from one of Death Inc's subdivisions, sent to scout out the strength of the Player Killers. All of them on a team of around eight had been sent to verify this strength, and they were all equipped with recording devices, which would relay information back to their base. Unfortunately, it also meant they must have known it could well be a suicide mission, and that some were not going to make it back.
They should have known that none would make it back. The red smoke was set to go off in each of their bodies upon defeat or death. This would be a signal to the others showing that one had been defeated. Earlier, four trails of smoke had been visible. In this man's memory, the woman had ambushed his team, and killed half of it. Others had just barely escaped, while this man had volunteered to hold her there, preventing the deaths of his comrades. In the course of battle, nothing at all was revealed about her abilities. While the man's Fullbring had something to do with a sword covered in water, it did not matter. He'd been suddenly very much overpowered by speed.
Furthermore, her blade had raked its way across his body. She hadn't used her powers, only a sword to dispatch this man. He'd been too weak to go any further than her blade. Her skill with it was noteworthy. However, luckily for Cierro, there were swordsman in Las Noches with far more skill than this woman. Luckily for Alkaid, who wasn't getting this information, the same was true of Seireitei. There were swordsman that shamed this woman, though of course the woman was still quite skilled. Her name, as discovered somewhere along the mission, was Abigail La. According to a basic list of participants, she was known as "Demon Heart" for her nickname. Cierro had tasted a bit of that.
When it came down to it, he'd been caught by visions of death in her eyes. She hadn't actually committed the murders he'd witnessed, and he probably figured that out. It had all been an illusion to scare him, enrage him, and break his will. In the man's memory, that was there too. He'd looked into Abigail's eyes, and seen visions of his family and comrades being slaughtered amid flames by an undead army of skeletons. In the meantime, Abigail's laugh echoed throughout the area, screaming with joy. It was like a vulture which had found its next victim. Possibly, it was like a tiger that had just acquired a taste for human flesh. Her grin was like a shark's.
"You're a participant. I'm supposed to defeat you." Abigail noted. "For once, I'm allowed to kill you." She looked a bit too happy about that. That was her way of saying though that not only was it her job to defeat or kill Cierro, but she enjoyed it, wanted to do it, and was pleased to do it. "Come here, my sweet." she cooed. "It won't hurt one little bit..." Her voice was alluring, and ordinarily would have been guaranteed to make Cierro walk up to her. However, considering the horrible visions he'd seen from her eyes, visions that repeated themselves if he continued to look into her eyes, he'd probably know better, or simply be too afraid to approach her. "Run away." Abigail suddenly declared. "You can't escape me. You'll be in the tournament, after all. Run away, or face me here. It's up to you!"
Note: Abigail La is the only one in the tournament with the same circumstances as Isare. This means that, like Isare, she was formerly an Akki. Due to Saigo No Houmen, she became a human, and then continued onwards to become a Fullbringer. When she was an Akki, her Aspect of Hell was Tartarus. Look out. Also she will lack her "Type" in the actual tournament. In this canon thread, it will be present.