Post by Marcelius on Oct 7, 2013 7:04:21 GMT -5
(OoC: This thread is for the training and mastery of Bala. It is a solo thread, exclusive for Marcelius Despres.)
The wall cracked. The once pristine surface, devoid of blemish or fault, now crumbling. Where the fractures began, a deep hole had formed. It was the product of a stupendous attack, an attack crafted out of true mastery. Appearing as a Cero, the technique displayed itself in luminous glory. Unlike the roaring of power that follows a Cero's flight, this version seemed to create multitudes of smaller pops and bursts. It was fast, so much so, that tracking it with the eyes could be disregarded. It was called, Bala. A condensed version of the Empty Destruction. Funneled down into a tight formation, it seemed to crack like lighting when released. Despite the reduction in size and breadth, it packed a potency which could decimate walls. That is how the hole came to be.
The void was simply punched out of the mass by the Bala's significant impact. Though the wall had not been the intended destination, it was taught to never challenge an Arrancar all the same. The real target was a rather nimble young Hollow. Leaping about ecstatically, childish boy made jests at the inaccuracies of his attacker. The attacker was a tremendous Arrancar, towering almost 8 meters in height. Appearing as an orge, recklessly strong with a fitting diminished intelligence. What they were doing was sport. Nasty and deadly, but sport all the same. The little one would taunt, and the monster would attack. Among the few souls gathered to spectate this destructive game, Marcelius could be counted.
The gathering was almost magnetic. Energy and excitement was passing through all of it's members. All fights that occurred, collected such a crowd. Arrancar openly enjoyed witnessing such brutal exchanges. They would cheer and criticize, but none of them truly cared who won. Some might place bets, but the real reward was the brutal spectacle. No matter the level or evolution of Hollow, something about violence always lingered inside of them. Just as there would always be those whom his their delights, there would also be those who openly endorsed them. Whether as spectator or participant, they would revel in their joy of combat and struggle. For Marc, this was a subject of great greif. The old soul would express his distaste for brawling and death if asked, but deep inside he was still Hollow.
There would always be a desire for challenge, conflict, and conquering. Having grown quite wise to his -and all Arrancar's- indisputable natures'; Marc attempts to direct that undying drive. Instead of seeking the destruction of rivals and the rise of station, or notoriety, he seeks to advance the entire species. Studying the aspects that make them who they are, so that he can improve them. He is a philosopher. For his ideals to grow and evolve the ways he wishes his kin to, he has to achieve and maintain a deep understanding of their every Aspect. That it is why, even a pacifist such as Marc, can be drawn to combat between bickering children. From the sidelines, he will sit and learn. Today's particular lesson was centralized heavily around the marvelous technique of Bala.
Here were two feuding Arrancar. Neither of whom were tremendously high along the evolutionary chain. One a definite Gillian, the other a well developed Adjuchas. The fight should have been one sided, but the superior adversary was in quite the gaming mood. This was beneficial for Marc...who was farming quite a bountiful supply of fresh information. It is known that Gillian are always capable of utilizing Cero. What is fascinating, is the lack of knowledge to create a Bala. To date, a Gillian using an effective Bala, had not been recorded anywhere. Yet, when a Gillian has their Mask removed, one of the first techniques to come to them is Bala. It does not usually require instruction, simply observing it's use often proves adequate for education. An example of such a phenomenon was here today. This Gillian, according to the immediate gossip, had only recently been unmasked. Seems the child picked on the newcomer, due to the appearance he was cursed with. The two began their rough housing there after, and in hopes of stalling the fun, the boy reserved his attacks to only Bala.
Shortly after a few missed Cero, the large brute began harnessing his reiatsu as Balas instead. It meant that the formation of Bala was something that naturally occurred, and required no great technique. Thinking back on his experiences, Marcelius could not recall ever using Bala when he was wandering alone. He could possibly have done so, but the opportunity never arose. In fact, the first experience he had against the bullet, was his encounter with Mei. She had been a rather petite Hollow...possibly a Vasto Lorde. She showed considerable knowledge of Bala, and used it to great effect against him. Shortly there after, when the time called for it, he had been able to fire a similar blast as hers. It was something that could just be grasped, known by heart. Bala appeared, like Cero, to be a simple fundamental part of being a Hollow.
Unlike Cero, which only required considerable will to perfect, Bala was something that required design and craft. It was easier to learn, yes, the spiritual demand were much smaller. It was necessary to concentrate more, something only Hollows with their Masks pulled back can do. When building the energy, it is important to shape it more carefully. One could not simply extend their hand and exert their pressure like a Cero; attention had to be made to it's construction. Pressure had to be held on the gathering energy, forcing it to compress into a neater form. The ogre before Marc was doing this much, before letting the shaking, staticy mess explode outward. It was actually sad, seeing him try so hard...but unable to succeed. Still, for subjects with more capacity for intelligent design...Bala needed form and structure.
It needed to be formed quickly. This was as much an advantage as it was a need. Forming quickly, the gathered energy has less time to degrade the formation it has been assigned to. To improve his own Bala, he would practice creating and dismissing his reiatsu. The goal is quality formation, made out of instinct rather than requiring deep focus and measuring. Before that however, he would need a good rest and time to examine a loaded bullet. To create the orb, and sustain it without firing or reconstituting it, would do wonders to train his spiritual memory...so that it knew the target it was expected to achieve.
This afternoon was going to be quite enjoyable, research and experiment always was he supposed. Unable to simply leave the fight scene or it's hollering patrons, Marc stepped forward. Clasping his hand over the shoulder of the antagonizing youngster, and catching an incoming Bala in the palm of his hand...he shunned that actions of both the battling Hollows. While the contact with his hand reduced the Adjuchas' emotional bravado to a smothered pile of submission, Marcelius Spiritual Pressure reduced the crowd of non-Lordes to a silence. Informing them all; that if they always fight to the death, pretty soon there will be no one fun to fight...especially when souls such as the Espada were wondering about. Turning to leave them with their thoughts, he chuckled a bit...knowing that he at least got the arrogant kid to listen to him.
The wall cracked. The once pristine surface, devoid of blemish or fault, now crumbling. Where the fractures began, a deep hole had formed. It was the product of a stupendous attack, an attack crafted out of true mastery. Appearing as a Cero, the technique displayed itself in luminous glory. Unlike the roaring of power that follows a Cero's flight, this version seemed to create multitudes of smaller pops and bursts. It was fast, so much so, that tracking it with the eyes could be disregarded. It was called, Bala. A condensed version of the Empty Destruction. Funneled down into a tight formation, it seemed to crack like lighting when released. Despite the reduction in size and breadth, it packed a potency which could decimate walls. That is how the hole came to be.
The void was simply punched out of the mass by the Bala's significant impact. Though the wall had not been the intended destination, it was taught to never challenge an Arrancar all the same. The real target was a rather nimble young Hollow. Leaping about ecstatically, childish boy made jests at the inaccuracies of his attacker. The attacker was a tremendous Arrancar, towering almost 8 meters in height. Appearing as an orge, recklessly strong with a fitting diminished intelligence. What they were doing was sport. Nasty and deadly, but sport all the same. The little one would taunt, and the monster would attack. Among the few souls gathered to spectate this destructive game, Marcelius could be counted.
The gathering was almost magnetic. Energy and excitement was passing through all of it's members. All fights that occurred, collected such a crowd. Arrancar openly enjoyed witnessing such brutal exchanges. They would cheer and criticize, but none of them truly cared who won. Some might place bets, but the real reward was the brutal spectacle. No matter the level or evolution of Hollow, something about violence always lingered inside of them. Just as there would always be those whom his their delights, there would also be those who openly endorsed them. Whether as spectator or participant, they would revel in their joy of combat and struggle. For Marc, this was a subject of great greif. The old soul would express his distaste for brawling and death if asked, but deep inside he was still Hollow.
There would always be a desire for challenge, conflict, and conquering. Having grown quite wise to his -and all Arrancar's- indisputable natures'; Marc attempts to direct that undying drive. Instead of seeking the destruction of rivals and the rise of station, or notoriety, he seeks to advance the entire species. Studying the aspects that make them who they are, so that he can improve them. He is a philosopher. For his ideals to grow and evolve the ways he wishes his kin to, he has to achieve and maintain a deep understanding of their every Aspect. That it is why, even a pacifist such as Marc, can be drawn to combat between bickering children. From the sidelines, he will sit and learn. Today's particular lesson was centralized heavily around the marvelous technique of Bala.
Here were two feuding Arrancar. Neither of whom were tremendously high along the evolutionary chain. One a definite Gillian, the other a well developed Adjuchas. The fight should have been one sided, but the superior adversary was in quite the gaming mood. This was beneficial for Marc...who was farming quite a bountiful supply of fresh information. It is known that Gillian are always capable of utilizing Cero. What is fascinating, is the lack of knowledge to create a Bala. To date, a Gillian using an effective Bala, had not been recorded anywhere. Yet, when a Gillian has their Mask removed, one of the first techniques to come to them is Bala. It does not usually require instruction, simply observing it's use often proves adequate for education. An example of such a phenomenon was here today. This Gillian, according to the immediate gossip, had only recently been unmasked. Seems the child picked on the newcomer, due to the appearance he was cursed with. The two began their rough housing there after, and in hopes of stalling the fun, the boy reserved his attacks to only Bala.
Shortly after a few missed Cero, the large brute began harnessing his reiatsu as Balas instead. It meant that the formation of Bala was something that naturally occurred, and required no great technique. Thinking back on his experiences, Marcelius could not recall ever using Bala when he was wandering alone. He could possibly have done so, but the opportunity never arose. In fact, the first experience he had against the bullet, was his encounter with Mei. She had been a rather petite Hollow...possibly a Vasto Lorde. She showed considerable knowledge of Bala, and used it to great effect against him. Shortly there after, when the time called for it, he had been able to fire a similar blast as hers. It was something that could just be grasped, known by heart. Bala appeared, like Cero, to be a simple fundamental part of being a Hollow.
Unlike Cero, which only required considerable will to perfect, Bala was something that required design and craft. It was easier to learn, yes, the spiritual demand were much smaller. It was necessary to concentrate more, something only Hollows with their Masks pulled back can do. When building the energy, it is important to shape it more carefully. One could not simply extend their hand and exert their pressure like a Cero; attention had to be made to it's construction. Pressure had to be held on the gathering energy, forcing it to compress into a neater form. The ogre before Marc was doing this much, before letting the shaking, staticy mess explode outward. It was actually sad, seeing him try so hard...but unable to succeed. Still, for subjects with more capacity for intelligent design...Bala needed form and structure.
It needed to be formed quickly. This was as much an advantage as it was a need. Forming quickly, the gathered energy has less time to degrade the formation it has been assigned to. To improve his own Bala, he would practice creating and dismissing his reiatsu. The goal is quality formation, made out of instinct rather than requiring deep focus and measuring. Before that however, he would need a good rest and time to examine a loaded bullet. To create the orb, and sustain it without firing or reconstituting it, would do wonders to train his spiritual memory...so that it knew the target it was expected to achieve.
This afternoon was going to be quite enjoyable, research and experiment always was he supposed. Unable to simply leave the fight scene or it's hollering patrons, Marc stepped forward. Clasping his hand over the shoulder of the antagonizing youngster, and catching an incoming Bala in the palm of his hand...he shunned that actions of both the battling Hollows. While the contact with his hand reduced the Adjuchas' emotional bravado to a smothered pile of submission, Marcelius Spiritual Pressure reduced the crowd of non-Lordes to a silence. Informing them all; that if they always fight to the death, pretty soon there will be no one fun to fight...especially when souls such as the Espada were wondering about. Turning to leave them with their thoughts, he chuckled a bit...knowing that he at least got the arrogant kid to listen to him.
