Coffee for Closers [Allen v Asmokon] [PG-13, NDE]

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Thread Title: Coffee For Closers [Allen v Asmokon] [PG-13, NDE]
Participants: All
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: Unfortunately, it's likely that there could be some collateral damage during this fight. As loathe as Allen is to give any money to Japan, even through sales tax, he had a hankering for a burger and Karakura Town was only a Garganta away. This fight will likely occur at the Tasty Burger located in Downtown Karakura Town. Luckily, it's late enough in the evening, the burger place is empty save for Allen and those in charge of producing the aforementioned burgers.

Special Conditions: Allen really doesn't want to destroy this Tasty Burger location, it's one of the few he knows of and it is absolutely delicious. With that in mind, he likely will be doing his best to hold back in order to not accidentally blow up the building.

Circumstances: Allen Adams, 25 Zarpa, just wanted a burger, dammit, but likely will receive slightly more than he bargained for Asmokon, unaffiliated Quincy, sensed the Arrancar's presence.

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There existed very few things that could be called objectively "good" in this world. Every villain is a hero in his own head, or at least enough of them that murder is moved from a "bad" thing to a "slightly questionable" one. Theft can be to save families, to give to the poor at a minimal cost of the rich. Well, minimal in regards to their typical life style anyway. Despite that, Greater Good arguments tend to fall apart when you consider the fact that a lot of the people that make them don't actually give a shit about the Greater Good. They care about being part of this "Greater Good", not the actual thing being realized. In summation: people sucked, and no one really agreed on what was good in this world. Except for one thing: Allen had never met someone who could objectively say "Burgers are a bad thing." Except vegetarians, and those guys weren't exactly all there in the head.

Now, finding the perfect burger was somewhat of a life goal of Allen. Of course, it wasn't one of the goals that he had that he absolutely had to accomplish, but it was a fun distraction. He'd had expensive burgers, cheap ones, burgers made out of bison, gazelle, oxen, and of course good old cow. He'd put just about every topping on burgers imaginable, tried a number of cheeses that was probably in the several dozens, not to mention sauces and such. He'd gone to multiple different countries, trying tons of franchises, looking for the best restaurant. And to be honest, Tasty Burger, located in downtown Karakura Town, was probably in the top five.

It was bizarre, because it was a humble restaurant. The chefs weren't exactly trained, the ingredients weren't significantly special, and it's not like the atmosphere defined the restaurant. There wasn't anything wrong with it either. But somehow, Tasty Burger remained one of Allen's favorite places to eat. Their bacon cheeseburger was incredible, for reasons he couldn't quite place. Perhaps it was drugged. In any case, he found himself sitting in Tasty Burger, on a lovely saturday afternoon, staring out the window contemplatively.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Tired and exhausted once again as if nothing ever seemed to change. Asmoskon sat on one side of a booth in Tasty Burger holding his glass of water with both hands. The current problem was Asmoskon's exhausted from three strait days of traveling Japan. The young school boy of a Quincy had left Friday morning from Tokyo after hearing reports of accidently or unexplainable deaths throughout the countryside. Knowing that these cases were more than likely the activity of hollows Asmoskon had decided to avenge the lost by slaying the corrupt.

That was easier sad than done though as he had been battling multiple hollows in the last three days some of which came closer to ending his own life. This constant stream of battles had left Asmoskon exhausted to the point that the Quincy hadn't woken up until ten minutes earlier than the present. The night before Asmoskon had simply arrived back at one of Karakura Town's hotels went to his room than dropped to the bed without any other actions. Asmoskon had woken changed into his spare clothing that simply was another school uniform however was too tired to actually button up the jacket revealing his shirt.

Now sitting in the booth and fighting off the urge to drift back into sleeps comforting embrace the Quincy's coffee is placed in front of him by the waitress. Knowing that he would need to drive back to Tokyo within the next few hours Asmoskon felt he should start to wake up completely and simply drive back earlier than sleep in his own apartment. Loading up his coffee with sugar packet after sugar packet and milk Asmoskon stirs the cup than drinks in the first mouthful. In that moment something painfully obvious was revealed or more accurately put was acknowledged. The reiatsu of an Arrancar was inside of the restaurant.

Asmoskon searched the restaurant with his eyes scanning everywhere for every patron. Then it was plain as day the Arrancar was sitting in the restaurant not too far from Asmoskon himself eating a burger. Walking over with his coffee held in his right hand Asmoskon sits to the right of the Arrancar making sure to bow his head slightly before sitting showing even respect to an Arrancar. "If you plan to do anything else while your here I'd advise you against it" Asmoskon took in another mind awakening mouthful of coffee after his words to the Arrancar awaiting a reply. This was truly the last thing he needed right now was to battle again.

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Allen turned towards the spiky haired individual and gave a small frown. "Wait, does eating count as 'Doing anything'? Because if so, we have a problem. I really want to eat this burger, and I'm not going to stop from doing so because some two bit Quincy told me not to." Maybe a little unnecessarily harsh, but Allen was concerned that he wouldn't be allowed to finish his bacon cheeseburger. He wouldn't mind a fight, the Quincy would be an easy target. Except there was a slight complication: If he wasn't careful, the Tasty Burger could be destroyed, and that would be catastrophic. Plus, he needed to finish his burger before he fought the scamp, it would be cold if he took a break to fight a challenger.

Allen sized up his opponent. A Quincy, but no Vandenreich colors. Low energy output currently, he didn't appear to be particularly strong. In fact, Allen was almost certain he could kill the kid by flexing his reiatsu in the form of Gravitational Pressure. But again, collateral damage would be bad. So, he'd test the Quincy. Let him toss the first stone, as it were. Allen lifted his burger deliberately, met the Quincy's eye, and took a big bite. "Besides, what problem would there be, if I did something?" He talked with his mouth full, chewing occasionally, before finally swallowing and giving the Quincy a great big smile, the smile of a madman. "If something possessed me to burn down this wonderful restaurant, how would you stop me? With logic? With reason? You can't reason with a maniac, Quincy, and that's what I am. Maybe you don't know that, but you suspect it. Because I'm a terrible, horrible, Monster. So what would you do, shoot me?" He chuckled and shook his head. "I'd eat your arrow like this burger." He took another massive bite. "Although it wouldn't taste half as good."

Allen got up from his seat by the window, and walked over to the Quincy, sitting down across the table from him on the booth's seat. "Have you ever considered why Quincies burn at the touch of an Arrancar? If you knew that, of course. Maybe you don't, you're young. Not exactly worldwise, I imagine. In the off chance you didn't know, your kind will burn at the touch of Arrancars, even just a casual handshake. Right this instant, I could reach over and tap your forehead, and your face would start to melt like you'd looked in the fucking Arc of the Covenant."

As he spoke, he reached one finger over, and hovered it in front of Asmoskon's face. "But why? Why is this physically possible? Why do the great hunters, humans specifically trained to fight Hollows, burn at the touch of a more evolved one? I'm sure you could find many, many answers. The Vandenreich general's probably have a variety of different suggestions. 'They are unholy, unclear, they corrupt the pure.' That's bullshit. There's also Shinigami scientists out there who theorize shit about 'Their reaitsu is an anathema to the Quincy ability of absorbing spiritual particles.' Also bullshit. There's only one reason why you useless pieces of garbage die to us so easily, and I'll tell you."

Allen leaned in close, finger still right in front of Asmoskon, as if letting the Quincy know a huge secret. "It's because you are prey who convinced themselves that hunting young versions of your predator makes you gods. That because you destroy  the eggs, the cubs of apex predators, somehow that makes you capable of fighting the beasts themselves. So when you actually battle, you realize that you are weak enough that our simple, unthreatening, hand motions are more than capable of killing you. Really, the hunting of Hollows just pisses Arrancar off, or rather when you individuals try to graduate from comparably helpless creatures to us true Monsters. How many Hollows have you killed, Quincy? How many wild animals have you put out of their misery because you couldn't bother to try to address the problem."

Allen wasn't fond of Quincies, although this one wasn't a Vandenreich member, which gave him some credit. Quincies, in Allen's mind, were just another manifestation of a far reaching problem: spiritual people were more interested in fighting wars against perceived enemies than they were in figuring out underlying roots of the problems. Allen had no patience for Warmongers, and he didn't like being threatened, especially not by this tiny creature. He could break him with a thought, with a brief flex of his will and reiatsu against the outside world. The gall of the Quincy was mindblowing.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon had done his best to stay calm while the Arrancar spoke so disrespectfully toward his own race and how easily he could defeat him. The fact that this Arrancar had such a deep seated anger and disrespect toward Quincy was understandable due to the fact that he was at some point a hollow. Along with that also though the others of his race and the Emperor were far more known and had much greater numbers than Quincy who still choice to follow their on path like Asmoskon. This the young Quincy thought meant that either this Arrancar hated Quincy simply because they hunted hollows like Shinigami or he had be in the cross roads of a Vandenreich in the past.

Such disrespect came from the Arrancar that Asmoskon started to struggle to calm himself and just wanted to start shouting at him. That would however only lead down a much worse path and cause disrespect to be caused from Asmoskon's own mouth something he never wanted to do to anyone even this Arrancar. Disrespect was something that only the worst of individuals could inflict and not on others, but themselves. It's this belief that kept Asmoskon calm while the Arrancar continued to speak in such confidence and self satisfaction. About to speak against how Asmoskon supposedly thought of him as a monster he was cut off by the Arrancar continuing on blinding preaching his own thoughts.

Already knowing that his skin and flesh was vulnerable to the touch of hollow and Arrancar alike Asmoskon kept his calm gaze fixated on the eyes of the Arrancar. As the man reached outward and placed his finger in front of Asmoskon's head the Quincy had a sudden impulse to leap backward, but fought off the urge knowing it was only a ploy to show weakness to the Arrancar. Instead Asmoskon looked deep inside himself for the resolve that had saved him so many times before the confidence and beliefs of his grandfather and parents like that still lived within himself. After the Arrancar had finished his preaching about how he felt the Quincy's weakness had come to reality Asmoskon stared sternly into his eyes.

"You may speak your own understanding and beliefs Arrancar that I don't disagree with however it's when you assume that all Quincy's are the same that you step over a line that you yourself just stated for my own race. I'm not like every Quincy that you have come across in your many life times worth of existence. I exist only for the greater good of ALL. I do not serve a god or any man I only serve what is best for the balance of life. As far as killing hollows I have taken more than I wish however those that have been slain had no longer any form of humanity. There is a difference between killing those who have something left to hang on to and those who have thrown everything away for the sake of power."

Raising his own right hand from his coffee mud in front of the face of the Arrancar knowing that this action would only prove that Asmoskon was either a fool or something different in the eyes of this Arrancar. "I'm not a hunter of your race or any other I'm simply a guardian of balance and if I must I will do my best to keep you from harming the innocent." Asmoskon knew that if this Arrancar attacked he most likely wouldn't be able to defeat him and that if that happened he would die attempting to protect the lives of the humans in this restaurant. Although his dreams of overthrowing the Emperor would be gone that didn't mean he would die without honor by falling on his own beliefs.

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The Quincy had done an admirable job resisting Allen's attempts at getting a rise out of him, that was for sure. However, Allen wasn't a bear where you could just play dead and hope he'd leave. No, even if Allen had started by trying to bother the Quincy, now he was actually beginning to get worked up. Despite, or perhaps because of, the fact that Asmoskon was so goddamn calm. Calm, and a straight up hypocrite. "You, defend the innocent, from me? Oh, you're so naive it hurts. Hey asshole, guess what? You're people's hands are stained with more innocent blood than I've ever so much as looked at, and a fair amount of it is my own. I'm not talking about the Quincy, you're clearly not Vandenreich, I'm talking about your more human ancestors. The Japanese. I'm a world war two veteran, or rather a bunch of them. Did you stay in school long enough to know what that means?"

He dropped his hand from in front of Asmoskon's into a fist which slammed against the table, rattling it slightly. "Probably not, because they feed you propoganda in the shitty ass schools here. What it means, is that your people tortured me, all the different parts of me, to death, several times over. They did it in the name of the greater good, the same empty phrase that you are now echoing. Ever been sick, or stayed out in the cold for too long and got your fingers a little bit nippy? Well, your country's ability to deal with that comes from them hurting innocent people, over and over and over again." Allen looked into the Quincy's eyes, and either saw a flicker of surprise, or made one up where there wasn't any. "How the hell can you call yourself a protector of the innocent when you don't even know who is guilty? How can you call yourself a force of good when there are so many monsters who call themselves the same? How can you deny the blood on your hands when you were born with it, regardless of the actions you chose to do afterwards." He spat on the table. "You disgust me.

Allen stood up, and glanced over to the kitchen. The boy had made him angry, and that had a dual effect of making him hungry, and making him bloodthirsty. The real question was which one took precedence. A deep sigh. He really didn't want it to go this way, but the truth was that he'd already eaten more than he likely should have. So, he needed to do something to get the Quincy to throw the first stone. Since aggravating him wasn't working, let's go with something bigger, flashier. He flicked his wrist to the left of them, sending a Bala at the windows. No permanent damage to the structure, he'd cover the bill later. But the Quincy wouldn't know that, and rather assume it was the start of something greater.

Now, most Arrancar's Balas had a fairly powerful impact strength, but not nearly as much as a Cero. However, Allen wasn't most Arrancar. His 'simple Bala' had the destructive force that most Arrancar couldn't match with a Cero. Besides that, in these close quarters, it was effectively instant. If the Quincy didn't have strong enough senses, whether spiritual or mortal, it would appear as if Allen just flicked his wrist and almost destroyed that entire side of the building. If he was calm, maybe he'd notice that it was only that all the windows were blown out, and some of the bricks that lined them were cracked. Of course, there wasn't anyone immediately outside, and Allen's reiatsu, now that it was flaring up, should have scared away the restaurant employees, at least for now. The display itself wasn't what was lethal, and meant to provoke action. No, it was the implication therein.

If Asmoskon was the protector of good and innocence that he claimed to be, he'd be able to recognize a threat when he saw one. And Allen was certainly a threat, to this Tasty Burger, to this town, to the world, and to the other worlds that were easily within his reach. If Asmoskon didn't stop him, didn't do something to expend Allen's bloodlust, Allen could easily walk away from this fight. Maybe take it somewhere where the casualties would be greater than just a single Quincy. Uzaki Enterprises was located in this stupid town, and Allen still wanted to claim the bounty on their CEO. Of course, Asmoskon wouldn't know that specific example, but he was a smart boy, and would likely realize that it was him, or something more important. Allen pretended to pay him no mind, however, staring absentmindedly out of the windows he had detonated. His head was turned slightly, his eyes weren't on the Quincy. Perhaps the young one could land a sneak attack, for all the good that it would do him.

Reiatsu: 2950/3000

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{Spoiler}Strength - 50 (150) Points
Speed - 340 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 300 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 1400 (400) Points
Light Aura - 0 Points
Dark Aura - 100 Points
Instinct - 100 (300) Points
Senses - 125 Points
Energy sensory - 33 (100) Points
Healing Expertise - 1400 (400) Points

[Hakuda] 4
[Battle Analysis] 3
[Strength of Wil] 3
[Street Fighting] 3
[Sports] 1

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The reaction to how Asmoskon had reacted to this arrancar’s words and actions were all too obvious. Asmoskon could see that the arrancar was growing very frustrated and impatient toward him. The simply matter was that Asmoskon wished he would just leave this place. That or promise that he wouldn’t harm any of the people in the vicinity. However, now it seemed like Asmoskon wouldn’t even be able to trust the words spoken from this arrancar due to the aggravation pent up in him.

Now listening once again to the arrancar’s own high felt reasoning and insightfulness Asmoskon crosses his arms over his chest. When the arrancar spoke of his ancestors that side of Asmoskon’s face twitched ever so slightly for a moment. That would have been enough however for the arrancar to know that he had struck a cord. The arrancar was stating that he was the combination of the souls of those who his people had killed during the Second World War. If that were true which was possible and easy for Asmoskon to believe then he had no right to talk no matter what side he fought for during that brutal and void conflict of nations.

Even if his people had acted without honor through the methods of torture against this arrancar he was faced off against them. Not only that however but his people had lost more than any other in comparison at the end of that war. Two of the largest cities of his people had been wiped out in less than five minutes by bombs that Asmoskon belied might be able to destroy most of the soul society if the event occurred. His people lost far more souls than any other that much he knew and on top of everything else their honor had been taken from them. The military of Japan was disbanded and its people silently slaved by America. The no longer had honor through combat something that their culture had revolved around until then.

This arrancar needed to learn the true lost of all sides not just his own. Just before Asmoskon could counter and speak his own opinion and knowledge of the matter the arrancar stood upward and then the entire thing changed. As soon as this arrancar had sent out a bala and destroyed the windows of the restaurant Asmoskon knew there was no hope in swaying his mind or coming to a peaceful agreement. This Arrancar was definitely powerful and one that Asmoskon didn’t truly belief himself capable of defeating. If anything else he could sense how potent the evil of his reiatsu was and knew he was the only hope of the people.

That reiatsu technique that the arrancar had just used was far faster than Asmoskon’s own arrows yet seemed to hold even greater destructive force. It took Asmoskon a moment to think of what the technique could have possibly been until he came to the best guess possible. The energy had been small and control yet held great power. Asmoskon didn’t think that the arrancar had just utilized the technique known as a cero due to its size. The only other technique that Asmoskon had knowledge of that an Arrancar could utilize with great speed was called a bala. Yet that attack seemed to have far too much power to be such a technique. This arrancar was one that Asmoskon needed to do his absolute against and not waver.

Standing up from his seat Asmoskon concentrates his reiatsu and materializes his pitch black long bow into his left hand. Once done in a flash of movement Asmoskon drew back a dark red arrow made of his reiatsu and fired between the feet of the arrancar. Asmoskon had only done this for his own selfish reasons and once completed felt a guilty somewhat for doing so. Asmoskon hated those who attacked from behind due to the fact that he viewed it as having no such honor. Honor was something that wouldn’t aid him in defending the innocent against this arrancar who seemed to revolve around his own pain and hatred. Firing off a second arrow Asmoskon aims for the back of the arrancar’s head hoping that at the very least it would gain the arrancar’s attention and allow the people to escape.

Remaining Reiatsu: 980/1000 ~2 Arrows~

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{Current Stats}Strength - 75 Points - 30% = 53 Points

Speed - 300 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 100 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 185 Points + 50% = 310 Points

Light Aura - 80 Points

Dark Aura - 20 Points

Instinct - 95 Points

Senses - 50 Points

Energy sensory - 30 Points

Healing Expertise - 10 Points


•[Analyzing] {1}

•[Weapons: Archery] {1}

•[Weapons: Axes] {1}

•[Battle Analysis] {1}

•[Battle Focus] {1}

•[Focused Eye] {1}

•[Charisma/Leadership] {1}

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Now that the fighting had started, Allen was sure that his mood would pick up shortly afterwards. Although breaking Quincy always inexplicably made him thirsty, so he'd have to solve that after. Maybe get a milkshake from the ice cream shop a few blocks over? Hmm, that seemed like a lot of effort. If only he hadn't scared away the cooks, he could've had them pour him a coke while he was dealing with the Quincy in black. The kid seemed committed to that theme, black clothes, black bow, blackish red arrows. Allen should probably let him know that although mono black costumes were okay when you were 15 and high school seemed scary and uncaring, the spiritual world expected more class than that.

But before he addressed that issue, there were of course the arrows flying at him. Ah yes, those things. He could see them out of the corner of his eyes, and although he probably could have dodged them, that wasn't really Allen's type of combat. No, Allen had a tendency to tank attacks that he probably shouldn't, simply because he could. Most of the people of his skill level were nimble, and wound dance around attacks, unwilling to be touched by a single one. Allen was more of the opinion of "Fuck it, I got Hierro and healing". And that he did, because of his massive Reiatsu Strength and Healing Expertise.

The first one, of course, was a warning shot, impaling itself into the ground between Allen's feet. Perhaps it was a way of the Quincy communicating that combat had started, and that Allen should prepare himself. How fucking noble of the archer. Instead of dodging the arrows, he actually turned further away, so that the arrows had no chance of hitting his exposed eyes. The arrows would shatter upon contact with his Hierro, given he had over a 1000 reiatsu strength superiority to the archer. "It's a lovely night in this city, you know? Everyone out there is sleeping, peacefully content to dream and remain blissfully aware of all the spiritual stuff. I wonder why this place is a hub for spiritual activity, given how fucking boring it is."

Alright, musing was done for now. Pause and resume later. Without turning, he sonido'd across the burger joint, the movement sudden and unexpected given he didn't bother to turn. His goal was basically a backwards tackle, a forced clothesline, something like that. Right now, Allen was brawling, and his movements would seem strange to anyone without significant training in street fighting. They felt schizophrenic, each of his actions a direct and stark contrast to the others. In any case, he hurled himself back at the quincy, one elbow jutting out behind him, aimed at the archer's diaphragm. Using Sonido put him at a movement speed of 4420, and combined with his Hierro, it was possible that he would be able to put his elbow straight through the Quincy's chest. But that was getting ahead of himself. Of course, the quincy had the ability to dodge, if he predicted the motion, or was capable of moving faster, or did something to disrupt the straight back movement of Allen. 

Reiatsu: 2850/3000

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon's eyes shrunk in shock as he witnessed his reiatsu arrow burst apart upon contact with the Arrancar's skin. It seemed like the next moment lasted a lifetime. Staring over the arrancar's face for any sign of damage. Any signal that his arrow had at least caused some type of infliction upon the current enemy. However, after what was actually only a moment or two Asmoskon snapped back from shock and leaped backwards.

Extending his right arm outward in an attempt to utilize Versteckte Pfeil from his hand against the Arrancar as a quick ploy to fire off additional arrows from his bow. However, just as Asmoskon began to move his right arm the Arrancar was gone. It was already to late though to stop the technique the dark red reiatsu was concentrated and beginning to rush from his palm. Just like that though Asmoskon felt more pain than he had ever before. The arrancar's strike landing just as he had intended.

Not only was the pain so much that Asmoskon's mind was lost in an abyss of agony, but his life seemed to be saved by the very first movement he had made. Asmoskon was launched through the air due to the fact that his feet ha been off of the ground. A enormous explosion of wood was made as Asmoskon's own body slammed into one of the walls of the restaurant.  Splintered wood fell from the air all around the area along with blood and dirt. Asmoskon lay about ten feet from the large hole in the side of the restaurant on his back.

Asmoskon was in fact unconscious simply passing out from the immense amount of pain that his body had endured from that single strike. A gruesome cough signaled Asmoskon's awakening with enough blood that it seemed to spray from his mouth out down his face to the ground. Asmoskon attempted to rise after a few moment only to realize that he couldn't actually feel anything in his chest and only pain from his lower body. Straining to raise his head and angle his neck to look down at his body Asmoskon only saw that his clothing was dirty. He knew however that the bones of his legs and torso were most likely broken and splintered to the point that movement would be impossible for him.  

Remaining Reiatsu: 955/1000 ~Versteckte Pfeil~

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So the Quincy, before being hit, was able to fire off an arrow from his palm. Interesting. Most of the Quincies that Allen had killed hadn't really bothered using such a technique, most of them were capable of manifesting powerful bows. However, the arrow fired was nothing special. Allen didn't even bother letting it touch his Hierro, but rather destroyed it with a simple flex of his reiatsu as it traveled through the air. The Quincy hadn't inflicted a single bit of harm upon him, and even if he had, it'd have been healed by now. To such an opponent, Allen was flat out invincible.

All Zarpa were monsters, but even amongst them, Allen was obscenely powerful. The Zarpa picked two targets that they would kill at one point, with the unwritten rule that they could potentially beat both targets at once. Rio and Kuroi were both incredibly potent in their own rights, Kuroi being one of the single most terrifying Arrancar in Las Noches. At least, in the eyes of the Shinigami. See, they were missing critical information concerning the inhabitants of Hueco Mundo. As far as Allen figured, there were at least four individuals stronger than Kuroi, other than his allies, maybe five depending on meals eaten.

Allen could beat Kuroi. Axis would murder the shit out of him, if he decided that Kuroi could be an interesting opponent. One of the Mozo, the one that Allen liked more, would break Kuroi down, psychoanalyze him, describe to him why his view on the world was wrong, then kick his ass for good measure. The other Mozo...Allen wouldn't want to be anywhere near that fight, he'd end up feeling bad for Kuroi, which he had no interest in doing. And of course Col, if he ever decided to fight someone, could easily become as strong as Kuroi with a bit of time.

With this in mind, it was little surprise that Asmoskon, a mere amateur, had fallen so easily. On the one hand, Allen should really feel guilty for such a curbstomp battle. On the other hand, he had been interrupted mid meal which always made him angry. From what Allen could tell, the Quincy was knocked out, and had several broken bones. No point in pushing this further, he'd made his point. With any luck, the Quincy would be more careful disturbing people while they were eating burgers in the future. Allen grabbed his milkshake, although not much was left, and drank deeply. He hopped through a shattered window, and walked off, letting the Quincy lie broken on the ground.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+300 TP to Allen
+180 TP to Asmoskon