Post by Tsajara Dread on Jan 3, 2015 12:16:14 GMT -5
The Silver-haired arrancar hardly made it to that pillar before things began to go down. Before her very eyes that ancient field of battle produced it's own brand of flower in the form of that unusual seductress. Her attention focused as she witnessed the exchange which seemed to have entailed her. Sadly it seemed she had been found out, not that it mattered she supposed. Those pearlescent eyes drifted from her surroundings to the enthroned woman, listening to that sultry voice that spilled out like wine to fill the stadium with her dulcet tones. She had to admit, she didn't give a flying fuck what the woman had to say, that selective hearing picking out absolutely nothing that sounded vaguely useful. The word 'toy' caught her ear and she immediately was beset by the mental image of....well...stuff. She frowned, kids these days. Back in her day the only sex you had was if you got your ass beat and the one who beat ya felt like making a trophy out of yer hindquarters. Ahhh those were the days.
She found herself briefly distracted before those three were so summoned, pale irises watching as one by one they were unveiled, a tad surprised by the gender ratio. Given this woman's ....theme. She would have assumed they would have been matched with foes of the opposite gender. But she was hardly going to complain as she heard that soothing voice call out for the combat to begin. Her eyes narrowed and refocused on the three, watching them carefully. Her opponent, it seemed, was the female of all. Figured. She furrowed her brows as that bow was brought to bear and aimed in her direction. All but immediately she ducked back behind the pillar as those arrows lanced towards her, the thick stone tanking the arrows for the most part, or at the very least providing cover as they blasted holes into the stone.
Eyes narrowed as her attention briefly was snared by the shouts from the males that had so been ensnared within the colosseum. Expected she supposed. Such youths were likely unused to this kind of situation. Her own mind briefly flickered back, a fleeting recollection. Then again, she had never had such an experience either, being avidly against associating with anything hell-related she sighed as she streaked from behind the pillar, eyes briefly flickering in the woman's direction, knowing that likely more arrows would follow. As such she began to suddenly speed up, cranking into a sprint not at her, but toward the next pillar, making it quite clear that she seemed to be trying to get to the next one before that soft static disruption would ripple through the air.
However, Dread was being sneaky, misdirecting the quincy to make them think she was heading horizontally, when in fact she used her sonido sideways, that insane burst of speed almost teleporting her as she would twist-mid motion, and would return to normal on the Quincy's left side just behind her shoulder as the woman's head, if she were following Dread's previous motions, would be slowly turning to the right, limiting her field of visino away from the left side of her body. HEr new position came with a slightly altered stance from when she started, her body already rotating at the hips, unleashing torque upon her own form as she hooked her leg back in what appeared to be a kick though she was far too close to the quincy.
Rather she would aim to impact the back of the woman's neck with the back of her knee, snapping her leg shut on impact and continuing with the motion, her torso, rotated slightly, would suddenly lock as her hips then twisted, yanking viciously as she would attempt to snag the woman by her neck using her leg before slamming her knee to the ground, the impact of which would, if successful, cause her leg to scissor closed, her intention being to either suppress the woman, or break their neck, whichever she managed. Of course, not being the type to leave things to change, Dread would also immediately reach for the hand from which that bow spawned, right hand going for the wrist and left hand going for the bicep, aiming to hyperextend the limb to it's full range of motion before yanking it against her free leg. For one as she was a quincy, her hands would burn into the woman's skin, hopefully with enough ....persuasion, to keep them from trying to do anything. Secondly, with additional intent to wrench the forearm out of the elbow socket.
Admittedly she could have simply stabbed the woman, but the poison would have likely killed them, and from what it appeared this gal was just a pawn of the Wicked Bitch of the East over there. She would avoid killing them if she could, and thus her zanpaku'to remained sheathed within it's scabbard for the time being, her primary focus being to stop this bimbo-bodied girly from continuing to try to fuck her. Sure, the guys probably liked the big tits and the badonkadonk, but this little minx just wasn't her type, making it all the easier to have less consideration for what she was doing to them. At the very least the bimbo had a pretty face. Hell, maybe if they refused to give in she could just kiss them. Execution by tongue-fucking ye? Ain't like nobody she knew was around to judge her. Though she was certain that weirdo mistress would get a kick out of it.
Not that Dread cared, the woman could flick herself to the sight of it for all she cared, so long as she didn't mess with Dread she had every intention of ignoring the woman's presence once the quincy was suppressed. Oh that reminded her.... "You know what would be nice? If you were to not shoot me. Tell you what, if we survive this, I'll buy you a drink or something. You kids still do that these days right? Buy eachother drinks? You get my drift. Now whatever this.....Cruelle Deville over here is doing to make you obey her. I'll protect you. Er....well..." she paused, realizing that it was entirely possible that what was possibly motivating the woman to play on Wiley Slutyote over there was more...carnal. "Well.... we'll work something out. But the more immediate point would be that if you help me out I won't snap your neck." she would add in.
Of course it was entirely possible that the girl was already dead with a broken neck, and thus would not be able to respond much, in which case she could honk the girl's tits and get on with her life and this little charade, but if not then at the very least she was hoping to start this little shindig positively. She could snap the woman's arm back into place, and with any luck she'd have a new member for her party. Sure, a hell-bound, possibly-sex-addicted partymember, but she wasn't one to judge. Hell she'd been pretty wild herself back in the 80s. She'd spent a lot of time in the world of the living back in those days heheh.
Strength - 50 Points
Speed - 115 Points [1495 during Sonido]
Spiritual Pressure - 180 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 140 Points
Light Aura - 50 Points
Dark Aura - 50 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 70 Points
Energy sensory - 0 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
1800->1700/1800 Reiatsu <Sonido>
She found herself briefly distracted before those three were so summoned, pale irises watching as one by one they were unveiled, a tad surprised by the gender ratio. Given this woman's ....theme. She would have assumed they would have been matched with foes of the opposite gender. But she was hardly going to complain as she heard that soothing voice call out for the combat to begin. Her eyes narrowed and refocused on the three, watching them carefully. Her opponent, it seemed, was the female of all. Figured. She furrowed her brows as that bow was brought to bear and aimed in her direction. All but immediately she ducked back behind the pillar as those arrows lanced towards her, the thick stone tanking the arrows for the most part, or at the very least providing cover as they blasted holes into the stone.
Eyes narrowed as her attention briefly was snared by the shouts from the males that had so been ensnared within the colosseum. Expected she supposed. Such youths were likely unused to this kind of situation. Her own mind briefly flickered back, a fleeting recollection. Then again, she had never had such an experience either, being avidly against associating with anything hell-related she sighed as she streaked from behind the pillar, eyes briefly flickering in the woman's direction, knowing that likely more arrows would follow. As such she began to suddenly speed up, cranking into a sprint not at her, but toward the next pillar, making it quite clear that she seemed to be trying to get to the next one before that soft static disruption would ripple through the air.
However, Dread was being sneaky, misdirecting the quincy to make them think she was heading horizontally, when in fact she used her sonido sideways, that insane burst of speed almost teleporting her as she would twist-mid motion, and would return to normal on the Quincy's left side just behind her shoulder as the woman's head, if she were following Dread's previous motions, would be slowly turning to the right, limiting her field of visino away from the left side of her body. HEr new position came with a slightly altered stance from when she started, her body already rotating at the hips, unleashing torque upon her own form as she hooked her leg back in what appeared to be a kick though she was far too close to the quincy.
Rather she would aim to impact the back of the woman's neck with the back of her knee, snapping her leg shut on impact and continuing with the motion, her torso, rotated slightly, would suddenly lock as her hips then twisted, yanking viciously as she would attempt to snag the woman by her neck using her leg before slamming her knee to the ground, the impact of which would, if successful, cause her leg to scissor closed, her intention being to either suppress the woman, or break their neck, whichever she managed. Of course, not being the type to leave things to change, Dread would also immediately reach for the hand from which that bow spawned, right hand going for the wrist and left hand going for the bicep, aiming to hyperextend the limb to it's full range of motion before yanking it against her free leg. For one as she was a quincy, her hands would burn into the woman's skin, hopefully with enough ....persuasion, to keep them from trying to do anything. Secondly, with additional intent to wrench the forearm out of the elbow socket.
Admittedly she could have simply stabbed the woman, but the poison would have likely killed them, and from what it appeared this gal was just a pawn of the Wicked Bitch of the East over there. She would avoid killing them if she could, and thus her zanpaku'to remained sheathed within it's scabbard for the time being, her primary focus being to stop this bimbo-bodied girly from continuing to try to fuck her. Sure, the guys probably liked the big tits and the badonkadonk, but this little minx just wasn't her type, making it all the easier to have less consideration for what she was doing to them. At the very least the bimbo had a pretty face. Hell, maybe if they refused to give in she could just kiss them. Execution by tongue-fucking ye? Ain't like nobody she knew was around to judge her. Though she was certain that weirdo mistress would get a kick out of it.
Not that Dread cared, the woman could flick herself to the sight of it for all she cared, so long as she didn't mess with Dread she had every intention of ignoring the woman's presence once the quincy was suppressed. Oh that reminded her.... "You know what would be nice? If you were to not shoot me. Tell you what, if we survive this, I'll buy you a drink or something. You kids still do that these days right? Buy eachother drinks? You get my drift. Now whatever this.....Cruelle Deville over here is doing to make you obey her. I'll protect you. Er....well..." she paused, realizing that it was entirely possible that what was possibly motivating the woman to play on Wiley Slutyote over there was more...carnal. "Well.... we'll work something out. But the more immediate point would be that if you help me out I won't snap your neck." she would add in.
Of course it was entirely possible that the girl was already dead with a broken neck, and thus would not be able to respond much, in which case she could honk the girl's tits and get on with her life and this little charade, but if not then at the very least she was hoping to start this little shindig positively. She could snap the woman's arm back into place, and with any luck she'd have a new member for her party. Sure, a hell-bound, possibly-sex-addicted partymember, but she wasn't one to judge. Hell she'd been pretty wild herself back in the 80s. She'd spent a lot of time in the world of the living back in those days heheh.
Strength - 50 Points
Speed - 115 Points [1495 during Sonido]
Spiritual Pressure - 180 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 140 Points
Light Aura - 50 Points
Dark Aura - 50 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 70 Points
Energy sensory - 0 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
1800->1700/1800 Reiatsu <Sonido>