Arc 3: Canon 6: Ten Executioners [PG-13, DE, Hard]

[Alkaid Alkane]

Alkaid could tell something was up when the smile was wiped from the face of the Espada, replaced by a distant look, as if he was daydreaming. The woman seemed to have trapped Cierro in an illusion, seeing memories that were fake in his mind of his comrades being slaughtered. Something with a technique or was the woman really this terrifying that it placed visions of horror into one's mind if they look into her eyes. Either way, Alkaid saw that something was up and decided it was time to act. Whatever or not she knew what she was, he was in danger it seemed with this PK and she needed to assist. Unsheathing her blade from behind her, she watched as the female PK slashed at him and the male had dodged accordingly, showing he did display a factor of combat experience for being accustom to avoiding attacks. The time now came for her to move out, kicking off of the branch and launching herself forward down into the air, turning to face the direction she came. She would soon be falling down into position next to Cierro, opposite of where he side stepped from. This would place her more to the female's side, facing it and being able to look at both Cierro and Abigail at the same time.

"Wail, Taifuu!" She stated mid-way through her fall, her blade flashing a bright, almost blinding, white color for an instant and immediately split into two, golden colored, blades that extended out to about 4 and a half feet long, one appearing in each of her hands. At the same time as she was releasing, a howling wind had been released from her zanpakuto, spreading throughout the area and causing the leaves of the jungle's trees to shake and wipe around, and even cause the black, cloth, head piece and mask to untie and soar from her, revealing her head entirely. She finished releasing about the time Cierro had, the two facing the PKer now from either side. Although they had the numbers game if they teamed up, Alkaid and Cierro would no doubt have difficultly taking down the PK but it is possible. She hadn't heard the male's release name, though she could place him as not a shinigami for she knew none that had a release armor form like that. She really was not bothered by the fact she didn't know what he was, she just placed him as a being.

"Fleeing is pointless if the future is inevitable, you should face it head on and accept the outcome, whatever good or bad." The female had stated holding her blades down, with her arms, by her thighs as the PKer told Cierro to run or face her now basically. Alkaid gave Cierro a "Well?" look, seeing how he would respond to both her appearing there, obvious to help him fight the PK, and what she had stated. Maybe she was just stereotyping the Espada to be battle ready, or maybe it was the fact that she actually wanted to defeat this PK. Either way, if she engaged in battle along against the PK, it would be near improbable for her to win. However with the aid of the Espada, the two would stand a better chance of becoming victorious in this battle, the two just needed to work together, fight smart, plan according and time their moves well.
Shikai: 1/10
Reiatsu: 1800/2000

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Even though I said I'd post, I changed my mind. You can post before me.

[Cierro Muerte]

(OOC: Yes, I am dead serious in this post...)

The espada quickly forgot about the visions since he could now ogle the woman’s body again. Cierro’s mind flooded with information about the dead man on the ground. He realized just now who this woman was. That tournament he entered in hopes of meeting chicks? Yeah... Well this girl was a contender in the very same tournament and now she was aiming to take some of the competition out early on. “Well damn... I wouldn’t have entered such a stupid thing if I knew I might be forced to fight such a beauty...” he thought, “I just thought if I won then I’d be given my own harem or something. I believe someone mentioned something about the winner having a 100% chance of getting laid...” It didn’t matter now though. Cierro had been forced into the middle of combat against an enemy he couldn’t possibly fight. Not because he lacked the ability to, but because he refused to.

“You’re a participant. I’m supposed to defeat you,” stated the girl whose named turned out to be Abigail, “For once, I’m allowed to kill you.” This woman was sadistic, that was clear. Then the woman switched to a voice Cierro could simply not ignore. It was so, sensual and alluring that the Octavo almost obeyed her without a thought. “Come here, my sweet. It won’t hurt one little bit...” she cooed. Cierro averted his gaze away from her eyes. He didn’t want the horrible visions to continue, but most of all Cierro liked staring at Abigail’s boobs. Even if her gaze didn’t inflict horrible visions he’d still be staring at her chest. “Run away,” she stated suddenly, “You can’t escape me. You’ll be in the tournament, after all. Run away, or face me here. It’s up to you!” Cierro swallowed his nervousness as he stared at her buxom figure and allowed a drop of sweat to fall down his bone-like helmet. It was no secret that she was making the espada all hot and uncomfortable, even after being shown the horrible visions. The decision was being left up to him.

Just then Alkaid Alkane leapt out from her hiding place and took her place next to the espada. Her blade was released and the captain was ready for battle. “Fleeing is pointless if the future is inevitable, you should face it head on and accept the outcome, whatever good or bad,” she said. “Wh-what the...? Where did you- How did y-” stuttered the espada as yet another hot chick appeared out of nowhere. Despite trying to be killed earlier, Cierro was so happy he hadn’t used his garganta to travel away from here. “They’re just coming out of the woodworks...” thought the espada before being given a look of expectation. Looking over towards Abigail would reveal that she was still waiting for him to make his decision. Two hot girls... Each one wanted something different from one guy... This was like, the start to every porn ever made... Cierro lifted his hand into the air and dramatically pointed it at Abigail, minding to stare at her boobs, not her face. “IF YOU LET ME SQUEEZE YOUR BOOBS THEN I’LL ALLOW YOU TO DEFEAT ME IN THE TOURNAMENT!!!” he stated dramatically before turning on his heels and directing his finger at Alkaid, “AND YOU!!! IF YOU LET ME SLEEP WITH YOU THEN I’LL HELP YOU FIGHT THAT WOMAN OVER THERE!!!”

One could practically see fire in the espada’s eyes as he spoke. He was dead serious about both bargains, and whoever replied first would receive the espada’s favor. Maybe he could get them both to make out... That would be incredible... You had to be gutsy like this when aiming for the ultimate goal. Guys who got lucky didn’t hold back their true desires. They said em outright, like a boss! Cierro crossed his arms and smirked as his tail waved behind him ever so lightly. He was pleased with this turn of events. If neither woman accepted his offer he’d simply flee and leave them to fight amongst themselves. This would completely screw over the shinigami since she didn’t stand a chance alone against Abigail. That’s why he laid the heavier toll on the captain. She needed him to combat this foe.

Remaining Reiatsu: 600
Resurreccion: 2/12

[Zou ۞]

Abigail laughed out loud, screeching and hooting with horrendous laughter. It was a mocking laugh too. It should be obvious. She was thinking along the lines that said Cierro was no match for her. He didn't need to "let her win" in the tournament. She could easily crush him either here or in the tournament, any time any place. That was her obvious thought process from that heinous and insidious laughter that was ripping itself from her gullet. The mocking tone was quite fitting for the grave situation that Cierro hadn't noticed, though. Abigail looked down at her sword, and then up at Cierro and Alkaid. She laughed again. She pulled on the hilt of the blade, and it opened up at the bottom. A silver key connected to a keychain fell out and into her hand. This meant the sword wasn't her Fullbring. Her Fullbring without properties hadn't even been unveiled when she fought those men.

At last, Abigail spoke the name of her Fullbring.

"Misery is waiting at the gates of Armageddon."

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Instantly, the key vanished, and instead a huge gate exploded into existence in front of Abigail. It was giant, metal, and it had some sort of tall rectangular shape. It was black, and covered in white bones all over. It even had skeletal icons on each door, the icons keeping glowing red eyes. Chains hung from some of the bone spikes of the doors. Though it was different, and therefore not it, the door greatly resembled the Gateway to Hell. It opened up with a creaking sound, and then a screech as winds blew forth from it. From inside of the gate, it was visible. Nothing but flames, and their glow could be seen. And, once the initial shock of this frightening and hellish power was recovered from, Alkaid and Cierro would see the attacking force of this power.

First of all, undead skeletons were starting to pour from the gate. Dozens and dozens of them were walking out. They were all purely white human skeletons. However, something was odd about them, even scary. It wasn't just their glowing red eyes, but their armor as well. They wore metal helmets that were black iron, and fashioned in a very scary Greek design. The spatha swords they had, as well as their familiar black iron cuirasses and royal shields were even worse. These skeletons were Spartans. Directly from Ancient Sparta, and probably dating back over 500 B.C.E, dozens and dozens of these undead, skeletal Spartans were pouring out in united march. Their swords however were sheathed, and the shields blotted them out as the numbers exceeded past 50. Eventually, there were quite a few hundred filling the area.

The phalanx formation that they employed was evident. The shields were all around. It was like a cube of shields, with spears sticking out like spikes. There wasn't a single weak spot in this phalanx formation. No blind spots. The phalanx formation was advancing on Alkaid and Cierro. What was going to happen to the two, who were being engaged by these demonic Spartans? Put simply, if they were caught up within close range of that phalanx formation, it was over. They would be slaughtered and skewered instantly by the undead Spartans. There was simply no comparison. Furthermore, the skill of these Spartans in raw battle probably exceeded Cierro and Alkaid anyway. Unlike most people, these Spartans were born into warrior-hood. They became efficient, merciless soldiers, as was their destiny from birth. Their training worked wonders, after all. Furthermore, it was noteworthy that these were undead. They lacked stamina limitations, and they were efficiently united. No stamina limitations, and probably the same skill and strength level as any regular Spartan if they were able to perform the phalanx formation. It was a devastating enemy, for certain.

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Suddenly, roars screamed from the gate. Even more enemies were coming?! This meant that the dozens and dozens of Spartans did not sum up the full attacking force of Abigail's Fullbring. From out of the gate, hellish looking monsters appeared. They were gigantic, towering at over fifteen feet tall each, and over thirty of them in total. They had dozens of eyes on their faces, mouths all over their bodies, and huge muscles rippling along them. Each had nine arms, five on one side four on another, and every single arm held either a huge steel mace, or a flaming sword. The monsters had lopsided, crooked heads with huge horns protruding. They were stumbling forwards, all the mouths opening for simultaneous and hundreds of devastating roars. Each beast was capable of dozens of roars at once. This was the start of what appeared to be a heinous battle.

Abigail's Remaining Reiatsu: 1130 Reiatsu

Active: Main Fullbring Stage 1

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Oh yeah, guys. Canon 1-5 weren't particularly difficult because they were cinematic experiences. Keep in mind, this is the hardest arc. Even Canon 6 is probably more difficult than 35-40 were, except that in this case, there's no need to give a plot advantage to the enemy for extending the thread. Therefore, this thread represents a very real threat. SO, you should keep that in mind. If you have any doubts about your ability to survive, get out. I'm serious. This is a serious enemy. If you underestimate it at all, you're dead. And I mean DEAD. There is a VERY REAL threat of death in this thread! That's my disclaimer warning to you guys.

[Cierro Muerte]

Wouldn't the correct difficulty rating be "Extreme" then?

[Zou ۞]

OOC: No, because the enemy isn't as strong as an Extreme difficulty. The thread just represents a more real death threat because I'm not going easy like I did before. This thread has more risk of dying, but ultimately this enemy is weaker than the Arc 2 final canon ones. It's just with those guys I either went easy or bailed you guys out. In this case, I'm neither bailing you out nor going easy on you with this enemy. If I can take you, I will take you. And if you can take Abigail, she's one less to worry about in the tournament.

[Alkaid Alkane]

OOC: Insert excuse of not being able to post sooner due to social and college life.
IC: WHAT!?!? - Alkaid exclaimed as Cierro attempted to give an ultimatum to her, that he would not help the female captain if she did not agree to engage in sexual relations with him! The hell was the arrancar thinking? Alkaid expression was simply one of surprise and anger, completley taken back by what Cierro was demanding over her. "YOU MORON, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ASKING SOMETHING LIKE THAT! SHE'LL KILL YOU TOO IF YOU FACE HER IN THE TOURNMENT!" She scolded the arrancar, her eyes white and red with fury as she yelled at him. He had really gotten on the female's badside and if she did hadn't still needed the help of the arrancar, she would of attacked him instead. However, they were both still in a Guillema20. If they took the PK on right now together, they would stand a better chance of winning rather then facing her alone. If they fled now, went to the tournament and one of them faced the PK, the odds were they would lose for sure. So, for the sake of not arguing with him, she simply went with it. "Tch, fine, whatever, if you can prove your worth in this fight, then maybe it'll be your lucky day." She scuffed, turning her attention back to the PKer.

Now Cierro had something else to fight for finally besides his own life, If he could prove that he actually had a fighting spirit to Alkaid and help her take down this PKer, then he would actually get some. If not, well, the two would be dead anyway. Her attention now on the PK she watched as Abigal spoke and released her fullbring, opening what seemed to be a literal portal to hell and unleashing a army of skeleton spartans out of it, all of them armed. "Tch, an army huh? An army won't be enough to take down Alkaid Akane, The Crimson Streak!" She roared with fury, a powerful gale of wind suddenly released from her blades and swept down forward against the army. The gales covered an area of 20 feet both in width and height, releasing during a slashing motion she performed with both her gales sped at the spartans. The gales would hit two different spots from the front as she glie back across the air ground. Alkaid did not know if they were superhuman or if they were enhanced in any way, but a normal human would be crushed by such an attack. If it missed though, the undead spartans would be clumped together, giving Cierro a chance to nail them with a cero of some kind of attack. Alkaid also took note that monstrosities were emerging from the portals, already trying to think of how to defeat them.

Shikai: 2/10
Reiatsu: 1800/2000

[Zou ۞]

OOC: I'll post in this over the weekend.

[Zou ۞]

The winds smashed into the front lines, but there was no budging at all. In reality, there were Spartans behind the front line, Spartans behind the second line, and likewise. Line after line backed one another up from all sides, making a powerful unified defense. There was no budging at all. This was the Phalanx formation. It was especially good against enemies that tried overwhelming attack tactics. It was one of the key tactics of the Spartans, and in truth, it was ridiculously successful in warfare during their time. Back when Sparta was still around, they conquered their enemies time and time again. In the past, just a few hundred Spartans had taken on a huge legion of the Persian army, slowing them down just long enough for the full army of Sparta and all of Greece to get ready to fight.

Furthermore, during the Peleponesian War, Sparta defeated the mightiest of the city states, Athens, and became the dominant power within Greece at that time. Their military ability was incredible, as all of their children went through it from the age of seven onwards. They were shown no affection or love from their mothers at the start, given only what was needed to survive and become strong and more intelligent. They were then torn away from their families and hurled into over ten years of extensive training 24/7 just to become a soldier in the army. Once they passed their training, at age 18 they would join the army. Those who were too weak died. Those who were weak or deformed at birth were hurled off a cliff.

Only the strong lived in Sparta. Beyond that, only the strong among the strong became their army. They were a city-state large enough to produce thousands for their army. They also heavily stressed teamwork, as no individual man could ever conquer an army. One could only be as strong as the one standing next to him. Therefore, these powerful, brutal Spartans were also unified. They were united against their foes. The Phalanx could not be brought down by anything like a random pushing wind force to the front. As for the bladed aspect, their heavy metal shields protected them, and these were basically all that were visible from outside of the Phalanx. It should be noted that Spartans could be said to have superhuman strength, simply because of their ability to carry and move with such heavy gear in their human lives.

Spartans survived under the worst conditions, meaning that there was no chance for some random attack like that to break their powerful Phalanx. Whatever happened, this was going to be a ridiculously tough battle. The great power of Sparta was what had allowed it to become powerful and dominating. The great might of their unison was what allowed them to work as one, all of the powerful Spartans in one place, fighting. They were already clumped together, since the Phalanx clumped all Spartans together. It was a large target that could be struck at, and also a strong one. Alkaid attacked from long range, but would that ever really pass the Phalanx? On the other hand, what would happen at close range? Would it be worse than fighting at long range?

Meanwhile, the enormous beasts that had also emerged began to roar, slamming their weapons towards Alkaid and Cierro both. A single hit would crush every bone in either one's body, and kill them instantly. And, there were perhaps six or more at once with each attack. Even with escape, there were more beasts, enough to bring down more attacks. This meant evasion led to the requirement of even more evasion. They were constantly on the move for fear of being destroyed. However, it should be noticeable that there were no beasts within range of the Spartans, and none attacked within range of the Spartan Phalanx. This meant they had teamwork with the Spartans. If the only safe zone from the beasts was near the Spartans, then it quickly became apparent that there was no true safe zone.

[Cierro Muerte]

Cierro stepped in front of Alkaid as the fullbringer laughed wickedly. It seemed like Abigail was beyond his reach, but the Octavo was determined to get his way with the captain. Just then Abigail released her fullbring which took the form of a portal to some type of nether realm. Out of the gateway marched an entire battalion of undead Spartan warriors. Without skipping a beat they formed the famous phalanx formation which had propelled the Spartans into fame and glory. Cierro, like these warriors, had also been born into a culture revolving around battle. However, the main difference between Shaolin monks and Spartans was that as a monk, Cierro was much more passive and avoided conflict when possible. These things were out for blood while Cierro’s motto was, “Make love, not war.” However, that was not the end of the horde. Out of the portal stepped hellish creatures, each towering over Cierro and outnumbering he and Alkaid 16 to 1. Cierro smiled at this development. This had just become interesting. Certainly his offer to Alkaid would appear MUCH more attractive now. Naturally she’d have to accept, right? The espada didn’t place much value on his own life. He wasn’t particularly afraid of death, he simply wanted to have as much fun as possible while he was alive.

“WHAT!?!?” Alkaid said in shock to the espada’s question, “YOU MORON, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ASKING SOMETHING LIKE THAT! SHE’LL KILL YOU TOO IF YOU FACE HER IN THE TOURNAMENT!” So much for an epic threesome. “I don’t care about any of that,” said the arrancar standing in front of the captain between her and the army as it formed. “The point of life is just to have as much fun as possible while you’re able. That’s my philosophy anyway. Well?” responded the arrancar. “Tch, fine, whatever, if you can prove your worth in this fight, then maybe it’ll be your lucky day,” she said turning her eyes back on Abigail. Cierro smirked.

“Maybe?” said Cierro aloud, pondering the captain’s last sentence, “I’m gonna need a bit more than a ‘maybe’ if I go through all this trouble on your behalf.” The espada watched the captain’s attack crash against the Spartan’s shields fruitlessly. “That’s not gonna work...” said Cierro with a bored tone as he glanced lazily at the army of Greeks. It was clear his mind wasn’t on winning just yet. “They’re Spartans, and that’s their strongest formation... The phalanx formation... It’s strong against just about anything except enemies fielding lighter and more flexible troops without its own such supporting troops. Essentially it can be worn down with repeated attacks from all sides... And that’s about it...” Cierro blinked twice in realization. How did he know that? When had he picked up that juicy tidbit of information? After a few seconds he remembered. It was from fighting none other than the Quinta Espada, Rio Demonliogalgo. Cierro had attained a morsel of his blood and learned quite a bit about Spartan culture upon consumption of the ex-Greek’s blood.

Cierro noticed one of the creatures had approached them and had lifted its weapons with the intent to crush the two of them. Cierro looked up at the monster and leapt backwards, narrowly avoiding the club as it smashed into the ground in front of him. His senses were peeled now and his speed would help him out a ton in the next few minutes of constant dodging. “So basically, what I’m getting at...” said the arrancar as he skillfully evaded blow after blow, “...is that I want you to swomise to have sex with me if I help you fight these things.” Everyone who was anyone would be aware of what a swomise was. It was, in fact, the ultimate form of promising, and breaking a swomise was the ultimate taboo. If one broke a swomise they were certainly in store for the worst form of punishment or trolling known to mankind. Cierro was going to get his way for once in his life.

Remaining Reiatsu: 600
Resurreccion: 3/12

[Alkaid Alkane]

OOC: Don't think I won't.

[Zou ۞]

OOC: You have people to thank for the existence of the "swomise." I'm one of them.

IC:

Now, it should be well-known among many warriors that strong and brutish adversaries like these often lacked intelligence, though on the other hand they also lacked speed most of the time. That was simply the way it always appeared whenever such enemies as these brutes appeared in the world. It was always some hellishly strong enemy, at least in physical terms. However, it typically had a brain the size of a singular peanut, and an intelligence less than that of an autistic two year old. The motor capacities were usually rather pathetic too, while the speed was something that even an average human could easily jump out of the way of. This was the traditional setup of the gigantic beast type of enemy. It was a setup that was not followed in this circumstance.

Both Alkaid and Cierro when dodging blows would easily notice it. They could have 1/5 the senses of a human, and still notice it. These beasts weren't traditional. They were fast. They weren't slow. They weren't slow, and they weren't sub-par in speed either. Cierro and Alkaid were both speed using combatants. Cierro took advantage of his speed to run away or around, and Alkaid took advantage of her speed in basically the same way. Both of them were the skirmish types, which used their speed to keep on a constant movement basis around an enemy, resulting in the enemy being unable to target them properly, and therefore allowing them to win by landing many smaller strikes instead of one larger strike.

However, in this case, the enemies they faced were brutes with insane speed and strength both. When they swung down, though Alkaid and Cierro were faster to a margin where they could still skillfully dodge, it should be noticeable that it was always a close call. Locked in conversation, they probably wouldn't notice until they dodged something from in front of them, but from them on they'd know. Every single strike that missed them because of their movements was a close call. No strike was ever more than a foot from its intended target, and winds always caught their hair. The average distance of missing was maybe two inches or three inches. This was for just about every weapon, and there was never an end to it. No matter where they went, another huge weapon came crashing down, resulting in the need to back off and evade that, but which brought them into range of ANOTHER enemy with ANOTHER weapon. It should be noted that these huge monsters each had nine weapons too, so it took a significant amount of weaving just for one enemy. And, since more kept coming out of the gate, the enemy forces kept growing. The Spartan total force was around 600, the monsters around 100. Since no attacks had yet hit, it was undetermined how much defensive power each enemy held. If these kinds of numbers existed, it should be assumed that as a drawback to Abigail's power, those she summoned were probably considerably weak. The Spartans made up for it with their Phalanx, but the monsters simply hadn't been targeted yet, which was why they were still standing.

It was a continuous cycle. Cierro and Alkaid's several minutes of dodging revealed one more thing. The beasts didn't meet the other stereotype either. They weren't stupid. They were actually very intelligent. How this was figured out came with the eighth minute of dodging. Eighth. What did this mean? They'd been continuing to move nonstop for eight full minutes at their top speeds, as their top speeds were required to continue to evade these viciously fast beasts. It should therefore be evident that they were starting to feel it. Exhaustion was coming to them. In the human world, an average fight even among masters of martial arts or similar lasted a minute or less. Typically, even in Las Noches and Seireitei, fights never lasted too long. The super speeds that people tended to move at made a lot more actions in a short time span possible, but initially fights lasted three or less minutes typically.

This however had been a continued dragging on of eight full minutes. To say the least, there was no amount of training that could make up for it. Cierro slacked off anyway, so he was out of shape in terms of his skills, and Alkaid was a woman. Females simply lacked the same physical ability as men, as demonstrated in the human world's professional sports. At any rate, even if neither had their disadvantages, they would be tired. Fights were never supposed to last this long, especially with that sort of constant movement. They'd been forced to exert themselves to survive, and this had drained them of their energy. That was Abigail's actual Fullbring ability. She didn't use any real strong destructive powers or sinister devices. She simply sent waves of enemies at her opponents, overwhelming and tiring them out.

However, it was noticeable that no more Spartans had come out of the gate for a bit, and no more monsters. This meant that there were limitations to each party. At that present state, it looked like the monsters had a limit of 100, if one took the time to count. Meanwhile, the Spartans had a limit of 500, if one took the time to count. At the same time, animals began jumping out of the gate too. Not just any animals. Dogs. They were vicious black dogs, and resembled German Shepherds. They had some sort of electricity and fire dancing all across their bodies, and had roaring snarling voices as they jumped around. It should also be noted that they had glowing red eyes, and they were very large. Each one was larger than one of the Spartans. They started jumping at Alkaid and Cierro, roaring and bellowing as they bit at the two.

One bite grabbed a tree, and tore through the bark, leaving a huge gaping mark large like a shark's bite. They couldn't afford to get hit by even one of those, and yet dogs at least six at any given time were attacking, simultaneous to the monsters. The phalanx was also advancing. By the time the dogs were no longer increasing in number, if one took the time to count, there were 200 of them. 800 total enemies thus far. The question was how many different enemies Abigail could generate, and how many of each. This would discern the exact limit to her ability. Unfortunately, Abigail was no longer anywhere in sight. The whole place had become a huge slaughter ground where everything tried to slaughter Alkaid and Cierro.

Abigail's Remaining Reiatsu: 1130 Reiatsu

Active: Main Fullbring Stage 1

[Zieg Revolver]

The female captain scuffed as she watched her attack fail to faze the army of undead Spartans, just glancing off of their shields. "Spartans...?" Alkaid questioned as she listened to Cierro explain the undead warrior's history. It was eerie, and surprising, that the arrancar knew that kind of information randomly, almost making him seem like a war historian or battlefield expertise. Alkaid of course did not know about the Spartans, she had afterall been unable to finish high school due to her untimely death from falling off a rooftop. Whoever the Spartans were, Alkaid got the hint that they would need something more devastating and destructive to take down the army. Perhaps if her and Cierro used a Kido-Cero combination they could obliterate the army on their own. Now though, they had bigger troubles, literally, as the giants from the hell portals came at them, attempting to crush them from existence with vicious swings and strikes. Of course, if it was any ordinary enemy, they could use the giant monstrosities to destroy the smaller foes and then eventually turn them against eachother. However something just was not right about them. Incredible strength, speed, and to top it all off, moderate intelligence was displayed from the creatures of hell.

Alkaid too began performing skillful evasive maneuvers, though hers were more elegant then Cierro due to her physique. Hers was timed perfectly with Cierro's first dodge, the two combatants leaping backwards from a crushing club blow. They were basically side by side, their evasions eventually causing eachother to cross paths every now and then, though at a distance in which they would not get in eachother's way. They barley had breathing room, let alone a second to counter attack. All the two could do right now was avoid strike after strike narrowly, but Alkaid knew that this would catch up with them sooner or later. They couldn't keep making evasions nonstop like they were doing! Sure, they both were athletic spiritual beings, but they still had stamina and that was bound to wear down sooner or later. Evasion and evasion, Alkaid could feel it creeping on her very slowly, but it was there. Cierro, although male, would eventually begin to feel his stamina drain to. They needed a plan, a strategy, something to use against Abagil's fullbring, but what? An army of the damn and undead, one in which seemed to tire and fought with abnormal speed and strength that they should not? Alkaid never had to face an entire army before, at best, she had combat against a large force of hollow humaniods, back when Old Lightning was still alive. Maybe if she had time to activate her Bankai and use it, they would have an advantage.

Now, came the issue of the swomise. A swomise!?!? Was the arrancar joking with , her? There was noone insane enough to ask for such a thing in the middle of being attacked by hellspawn...right? Alkaid had never encountered such a thing. Did Cierro really that large set of balls on him, was he really that crazy or perhaps he would just do anything to get it in with a female. He was a guy afterall still and he was using the situation to his advantage. Alkaid did need him more then he needed her really, that was a fact. Cierro was naturally stronger then Alkaid, for being a Espada and a male. So, with barley a moment of hesitation and gritting her teeth, Cierro received his answer. "Fine. I. Swomise to. Have sex. With. You." "Now. What're we. Going to. Do. About. This. Army!?" Alkaid shouted at the arrancar out of frustraction. She couldn't see a way around any of these hellspawns that were attacking them, besides running of course and now it seemed too late to do so. Even worse, the fullbring had brought forth more and more spawns and Alkaid had to increase her efforts of evasion. Cierro and her were bound to take injuries soon if her or him could not figure out a way to defeat this fullbring.
Shikai: 3/10
Reiatsu: 1800/2000

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Skip me! Do something in combo or something!