Tournament of Might: Smile towards the Swarm

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Thread Title: Tournament of Might: Smile towards the Swarm
Participants: Grin vs Shiki
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Each participant has been summoned to a large parking garage measuring two thousand feet squared with a total of ten floors. Inside of the parking garage there are hundreds of vehicles ranging from smart cars to hummers virtually in every parking spot. Other than the garbage has nothing else inside of it.

Grin is summoned on the seventh floor on the section that is neither ascending or descending.

Shiki is summoned on the third floor on the section that is ascending.
Special Conditions: No gravitational Pressure, No exiting of the main room is allowed as a barrier has been set up along the walls of the parking garage that will push back anything that makes contact with it by a force of 300. Barrier can't be broken!
Circumstances: You've both been summoned fight to claim victory and progress onward in the tournament of Might!

[Shikitsuhiko Isayama]

Shikitsuhiko casually walked across the concrete floors, his gait slow and steady. He turned his head from side-to-side, as if he was carefully canvassing the area. He raised his chin in the air, his sightless eyes staring toward the thick ceiling above him. Despite his handicap, he was keenly aware of his surroundings. The environment lent itself well to his methods of observation. He lifted his foot and stomped the cement beneath his feet. The sound reverberated throughout the parking garage. Again, he slowly turned his would be gaze from left to right before tapping his foot again. He turned his attention to his left, making his way toward the numerous parked vehicles.

He placed his hand on the large, black vehicle. He slid his fingers across the surface, feeling the smooth, cold steel. His fingers made their way across the vehicle and quickly transitioned to the glass windows. He raised an eyebrow as he allowed his fingers to depart from the surface of the vehicle, his arm returning to his side. His arms simply hung there as he stepped forward. He passed by another vehicle and slammed his hand against the vehicle, causing the sound to echo throughout the garage. It wasn't very loud, but enough to make a distinct noise. He moved away from the vehicle, but immediately stopped.

He took note to the indentation, leaning down and touching the rough, cold concrete. He rubbed his fingers together before standing and walking toward a location that was ascending to the fourth level. He reached out and placed his hand on the pillar, feeling its texture. His behavior could easily be seen as eccentric, which wasn't entirely untrue. However, there was reasoning behind his behaviors. He leaned down and picked-up three small pebbles that was underfoot. He walked toward the edge of the of the railing between the ascending and descending ramp. He dropped a single pebble off the edge and waited. The pebble collided with the ground creating a faint echo. 

He continued to say nothing. He merely walked toward where the ramp behinds to descend to the fourth level. He then sat on the ground and folded his legs. He placed both hands on either knee and remained completely still. He steadied his breathing and began to meditate, his attention completely attuned to his surroundings. He knew his opponent was nearby, but had no desire to hunt him down. Instead, he would wait patiently. It would be only a matter of time before he or she arrived. He would simply wait patiently. 

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - [150] Points -> [100]

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [175] Points -> [525]

Reiatsu Strength - [400] Points -> [1200]

Light Aura - [20] Points

Dark Aura - [80] Points

Instinct - [150] Points

Senses - [300] Points

Energy sensory - [25] Points -> [75]

Healing Expertise -[400] Points ->[268]
Total SP: [1900] Points



[Battle: Weapon - Wakizashi] [3]

[Battle: MMA] [3]

[Battle: Battle Analysis] [3]

[Battle*: Pressure Point Strike] [3]

[Body**: Vibration Sense] [3]

[Valentin Acciai]

Valentin was not the happiest about this whole tournament thing dragging him away from the comforts of.. uhh, sandy old Hueco Mundo. Okay, perhaps it wasn't the most comfortable of places but at least the Adjuchas chose to be there when he was. This tournament thing was not something he was super excited to be a part of but the prospect of fighting to the death and not be able to die was... an interesting opportunity even if only to watch the rest of the rabble that had been gathered to fight, even if it rendered the hollows already pretty shit abilities absolutely worthless. Specializing in the healing arts did become sorta pointless if everyone was made immortal to begin with, not to mention he wouldn't be able to eat anyone if they couldn't die proper first.

A sigh escaped the white carapaced creature, a swear uttered under his breath as he looked around to identify his surroundings. ''I hope folks here have a good car insurance,'' he jested to himself ''Not that there isn't the chance this whole place is just one big illusion messing with me and i'm actually drooling somewhere in a rainy ditch of mud gargling worms in my mouth.'' regardless of whether this was or wasn't the truth the Adjuchas moved downwards, straightforwardly following the descent of each level as he looked for the opponent that was supposed to be here somewhere.

While normally it would have been far more intelligent to sneak about in search of his foe and launch an ambush this was a duel, not as hunt and even if Valentin lost in the end it wouldn't matter regardless so he had decided to extract what fun from the coming fight he could get his hands on. ''HELLL~OOOO~'' the unsubtle hollow shouted obnoxiously, his words echoing on several of the levels, thundering about in the vast open building. ''KINDLY SHOW YOURSELF WHEREVER YOU AAARE!'' he yelled following up on his earlier greeting into the unknown. Once down at the Arrancar's level if the Adjuchas could see him he'd give the patient fellow a friendly wave ''Valenin Acciai, resident of the Menos Forest, trainer of Arrancar brats playing at Espada and gourmet extraordinaire of all things too rude to let live. And you are?'' he said politely, thinking they might as well be formal about it since this was an official duel.

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{Stats & Stuff}Strength - 150 [50] (33%)

Speed - 200

Spiritual Pressure - 200

Reiatsu Strength - 250 [375] (150%)

Instinct - 150 [50] (33%)

Senses - 50

Energy sensory - 50 [17] (33%)

Healing Expertise - 340 [510] (150%)

Total SP: [1390] Points

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[Pain Tolerance] {2}

[Bleeding Tolerance] {2}

[Stealth] {2}

[Swords] {2}

[Acrobatics] {2}

[Street Fighting] {2}

[Shikitsuhiko Isayama]

So far it had been unnaturally silent. Most would have become bored by now, but Shikitsuhiko was capable of great patience and concentration. He was content sitting in quiet solitude. "Hellooo." A voice rang loudly through the concrete jungle. Shikitsuhiko reacted in such a way that only the most acutely aware could detect. His body remained still and only his breathing changed. The moment the voice made its way to his location, Shikitsuhiko inhaled and exhaled more deeply. It was his way of acknowledging his opponent's presence. Not long after the hollow was standing before him, atop the incline to the fourth level of the garage. 

Shikitsuhiko lifted his head from his humble meditation. He said nothing as the hollow introduced himself, which he immediately found odd. They were opponents and he was setting aside time to introduce himself. As if names mattered under these circumstances. He used this time to examine all that he could of his opponent and even without him announcing it, he could sense he was a hollow. He could smell it. It was distinct. The stench of death trailed behind most hollows and clung to the air around each of them. When in large groups, the foul smell of death is quite palpable.  

"...trainer of Arrancar brats playing at Espada and gourmet extraordinaire of all things too rude to let live. And you are?" Shikitsuhiko remained still as the hollow spoke and wondered about him.  So, this is my opponent? He asked himself mentally. Shikitsuhiko contemplated remaining seated. He felt his opponent would be too disadvantaged if he stood. On the other hand, he imagined the hollow wouldn't be here if he weren't worthy of combat. And so he lifted himself from the ground and stood, facing the hollow. "What could an Arrancar possibly need from a hollow?" He asked, confused by the hollow's initial introduction. 

He ignored his opponent's request and chose not to divulge his name. It didn't matter. In death his name wouldn't be useful. "I expected a hollow such as yourself to approach this situation with more stealth. I can't say I am no disappointed." He said, as he repeatedly tightened his fingers into a fist an released. Shikitsuhiko was readying his relaxed body for combat, but he would never make the first move. In situations such as these, he was far more interested in waiting and observing. He let his hands hanging by his side and remained perfectly still as he observed Valentin. 

[Valentin Acciai]

A notable sigh escaped the Adjuchas when faced with the quiet Arrancar ''Once, just once i wish someone would reply in kind instead of brooding like it was going out of style'' the creature said, disappointed to meet yet another rude individual. Eventually the Arrancar rose up to ask a question though and snapping to attention the chatty hollow began his exposition ''See, they were really weak, like weaker than me and they went about all cocky, urrrgh! i'm Noveno and grrr! i'm Octava! be scurrred of us cuz we're Espadaaa~ then i told them to shut up and train if they ever want to be real Espada, and they did! it was great all around.'' Valentin blathered on to his opponent.

But when he received what resembled a compliment the hollow calmed his antiques to reply more seriously ''Why wouldn't i goof around? i can't die in here, you saw it yourself earlier so there's no real risk to losing. Quite frankly i doubt my chances real hard against you, i know Arrancar, eaten plenty of them. But you, there's an air about you that would have me scared shitless and i think it's for good reason.'' the hollow paused ''I'm guessing you're already sick of my voice now, right? fine, i'll give you the fight you want.'' he stated as he raised his arm and pointed his index finger against the Arrancar, a small ball of dark red energy forming at Valentin's fingertip.

It was a cero to be sure, slowly growing in size as the hollow grinned it's toothy grin as he pretended to sway his tail excitedly back and forth, only for it to flick a sudden bala bolting for the man followed by a second while the cero acted as distraction. Directly after the hollow fired the cero itself, hoping to get lucky with his cheap trick. But Valentin doubted it would stop the Arrancar even if it hit and as such he kept his eyes open, waiting to see the man move before shooting off three of the spikes on his tail in pursuit of him.


-100 bala
-200 cero

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{Living Spike Shots}Technique Name: [Living Spike Shots]

Class: [4]

Technique Type: [Hollow]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Hollow]

Technique Element: [Organic]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [This technique allows Valentin to fire off spikes that can be grown from any part of his body in front of wherever he's aiming the spikes to a penetrating power equal to his Reiatsu Strength and a Static Speed of 600. The spikes on average are the size of a short punching dagger or 5 inches long and 1 inch wide so they can do moderate harm however there is a limited number of them. On his tail he has 10 spikes usable for that purpose and regenerates them naturally by 1 spike per 50 healing expertise a turn when it comes to those on his tail. Expending Reiatsu he can generate these same spikes from any part of his body with a cost of 25 Reiatsu for two spikes.

This technique acts as a stepping stone for further abilities as the spikes fired from his body are still alive and connected to him for a time, his Reiatsu visibly still present in them. They are made from an outer layer of bone structure with a fleshy inside akin to an organ though initially inert and malleable until another ability makes use of them and gives them purpose. Should there be no resistance from the body it hits for example a friendly and aware target then the spikes will upon penetration sacrifice their bone exterior to heal the wound made upon entry after the organic part has gone inside. Even if they do not strike a target they will still become a beacon for his spiritual energy and just as capable to transform to suit his purposes. this flesh eventually dissolves within twenty minutes whether or not having a host to sustain itself from and would have to be replaced to continue it's duties.]

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [By aiming the concerned body part in a chosen direction and simply forcing them out by contracting his muscles, in short flexing them out.]

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)

Supply of fired spikes must be regenerated.

Always go straight so they can be easy to predict.

If the relevant muscle structure is notably injured this technique cannot be used from there until healed.

Incantation and Effect:

Made By: Valentin Acciai

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]

1700/2000 Reiatsu

[Shikitsuhiko Isayama]

Shikitsuhiko silently listed to Valentin jabber with a certain grandiloquent quality. To think a mere hollow of his position would think so highly of himself by comparison to a member of the Espada. He wondered what circumstances allowed such an inflated opinion to develop in an obviously weaker creature. Evidently, the new members of the Espada did him no favors. While Shikitsuhiko was rarely interested in intimidation and threats, he felt it was illogical for a hollow to speak ill of a superior. 

He might not be a member of Las Noches, but an Espada is without question his superior. Not only did he lack a proper understanding of the difference between he and an Espada, he believed death was no more than a temporary side-effect of loss. He was astounded by Valentin's foolishness. He was gravely mistaken about the true consequences of loss. While he might end up revived following defeat, once you've visited the precipice of death, you are forever changed. Such consequences should be weighed carefully, but the simple hollow could not see beyond his limitations. 

"Fine, i'll give you the fight you want." He had already captured Shikitsuhiko's attention and was now declaring a start to this battle. The heat from the cero caused the air to vibrate wildly. His sensitive skin and acute senses could feel his opponent's movements. He observed carefully as he flicked his tail.  As the cero glowed, Shikitsuhiko activated pesquis. The metaphoric radar expanded across the area by an entire mile, allowing him full range of sight. As he activated the technique two bala came hurtling toward him, far surpassing the speed of his cero. 

Either he's attempting a smokescreen or he is simply sloppy with his reiatsu. Shikitsuhiko thought to himself. Truthfully, he couldn't tell which would be more insulting, that he thought such a ruse was sufficient or his opponent was a novice. His vibration sense, acute senses, and pesquis combined to give him a full picture of what his opponent was attempting to accomplish. A cero, two bala, and something else entirely. He stood in the path of the bala as they roared past the cero. Shikitsuhiko's own reiatsu flared as he raised his hands calmly. With two individual motions, he back-handed the two bala, causing each to ricochet in opposite directions. The cero was not far behind the bala and therefore dodging it was not pointless. It was pointless in more ways than one.

The cero collided with Shikitsuhiko causing a violent explosion, which shattered nearby windows and scorched the area. Cling. Cling. Cling. Could be heard as the aftermath of the cero  gradually dissipated. As smoke floated away and visibility returned, Shikitsuhiko could be seen standing in the same spot. In the aftermath, he was left unharmed. Unfortunately for Valentin, his superiority in reiatsu strength and the robustness of his hierro enabled him to withstand the force of each technique without difficulty. He lifted his hand and dusted off his shoulder and arm, continuing to focus on Valentin. 

He had easily swatted Valentin's  spikes away, causing them to strike distant cars. "Those appendages continue to live even after being separated from your body. I imagine they serve a more nefarious purpose than just projectiles. It would be such a pity if I were wrong." He said coldly as he straightened his body. Shikituhiko had noticed the reiatsu residing within them, discerning only that his opponent could continue to manipulate then. In what way, he was unsure. He suddenly bolted toward his opponent, abruptly using sonido to multiply his speed by 13 (3900). He appeared above Valentin with his fingers extended on each hand. He kicked off the ceiling at an angle and extended his arm like a javelin. 

With his hierro, his hands can easily be transformed into crude blades, capable of piercing through the flesh of his opponents. Leaping down at an angle, he attempted to pierce its back with his hand. If the hit lands, it will completely pierce his body due to the disparity between their might. Shikitsuhiko then quickly retracted his hand, lifting his body and kicking Valentin into the distance. He immediately bolted forward and with Valentin against the wall, prepared pierce him against with his other hand, but this time he was aiming for his chest.



5,250
-100 sonido
-100 pesquis
=5,050

[Valentin Acciai]

Valentin cursing his luck when he heard his spikes harmlessly bounce off he was quite aware of just how inefficient his attack had been. The Arrancar noted that there was more to the spikes than they might first seem like and he was indeed correct about that, the Adjuchas seeing little harm in admitting it replied just as casually "And you would be correct my good Arrancar, if only I wasn't so unfairly outmatched as to be fodder compared to you with that pesky Hierro of yours I would have been able to show you exactly what they could do. Pity the old geezer had no intention of giving either of us the fight we wanted, eh?" Valentin stated, a bit disheartened over he cero in particular amounting to nothing.

Before Valentin even noticed the Arrancar making a move a flash was all he spotted out of the corner of his eye before a tearing pain dug into his back and tore out of his chest. The hollow had only the time to cough up blood from his shattered lung before he was kicked away by his opponent. Valentin wouldn't waste this small window of time, he couldn't afford another blow like it. Using the momentum his foe has provided him with the Adjuchas disappeared into the depths of an Ulcera and out of the Arrancar's reach.

Valentin taking flight he attempted to reappear behind his foe as he jumped out of the Ulcera. Hellbent on not being jumped again at that terrifying speed and perhaps not thinking clearly from the pain the Adjuchas tried to grapple onto his back as he began to seal his wound, a stabilising replacement lung forming within that stabilized his breath and halted the bleeding. If Valentin managed to catch the Arrancar then he'd quickly try to seal all of his limbs with my own locking around him and knock us to the ground. Following that a multitude of spikes would grow from his torso and as soon as they were ready shoot against his foe in attempt to wear down that bothersome Hierro. If the capture failed however Valentin would respond quite similarly, instead jumping back if he could and shooting the spikes from his forearm akin to a gattling gun, his tail also shooting off another 10 of his naturaly generated spikes to chase the Arrancar.

-100 Organic Generation (torso)
-200 Organic Generation (lung)
-75 Ulcera
-100 Backup System (lung)
-100 Living Spike Shots (8+10 tail)

1125/2000

[Shikitsuhiko Isayama]

Shikitsuhiko lifted his hand and rubbed his fingers together. He could feel his opponent’s blood on his skin. It was warm, but rapidly cooling. He raised his left hand and rubbed the palm of his hand with his finger. The texture of the blood was intriguing, much like any liquid. He enjoyed the feeling of the blood on his skin. Following the loss of his sight, he needed to find other ways to connect with the world. Touch was a reasonable substitute. Over time he developed preferences to specific sensations upon his skin, blood being one of them. He lifted his head as his opponent appeared to vanish from his radar. “Oh, I see.” He responded quickly with a tinge of enthusiasm mixed with his glacial tone. His opponent had momentarily piqued his interest.

“I had forgotten about such a technique and how it could so easily bypass pesquis. Certainly you don’t possess the speed necessary for such a feat.” He shook his hand, the blood spray on the ground below him. “I do hope your next move isn’t as pathetically conventional as I suspect it will be.” Shikitisuhiko felt his opponent’s presence immediately. It was as thought his opponent was a liquid and was gradually being poured back into his plane of existence. He felt him quickly reenter the area, but something was different and he immediately took note of it. He immediately turned around as his opponent approached him. He could feel his opponent’s arms wrap around him as the spikes from his body created a distinct noise as each struck his hierro.

“Sadly you were as predictable as I suspected you would be.” As the force of his opponent lunge struck his body and the weight pressed against him, he felt them toppling over. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the strength toss him aside like others, but it wouldn’t be necessary. He threw his left foot back and pressed it into the concrete floor. It had successfully stabilized them. As his leg was preventing his opponent from toppling him, a spark appeared in front of his face. From this spark, a cero would be born. It began to coalesce, the bright and vibrant cyan energy illuminating the area. As the cero took shape, his opponent’s spikes attempted to further pierce his defense.

His opponent had managed to ensnare him, but Shikitsuhiko didn’t see it as a disadvantage. He was now face-to-face with his opponent, which can be a rarity in battle. Too often do his opponents spend so much of their precious time maintaining distance and relying on projectile combat. His opponent had decided to forego such tactics follow his previous failure. It had likely made sense in the moment, but wrapping his arms around Shikitsuhiko had simply binded his hands. Even without them, he can still inflict grievous wounds. A fellow hollow should know better. A cero, while lethal at a distance, can be even more so when closer to its source.

“Such futility.” He stated in a grim tone. “You should have respected the distance more.” He said coldly as his face was directed at Valentin. The cero fired at point blank range, but unlike his opponent, a cero of Espada caliber doesn’t merely explode. It will wash over an opponent and vaporize them as if they were being subject to the heat of the sun. The force of the cero would likely be enough to force Valentin to release his opponent if not to completely sever his arms from his shoulders through erosion. The cero would wash over his face and body with the full force of Shikitsuhiko reiatsu strength. If he had released his grip, Shikitsuhiko would have leapt back, keeping his attention on his opponent.

His opponent would likely be fatally wounded unless he had a defense capable of withstanding Shikitsuhiko’s cero. Shikitsuhiko touched his chest, the spikes having pierce his clothing and bruised his skin. “I can’t say I expected much more.” He said condescendingly. A part of Shikithuiko wished he could see his opponent’s charred body, but he wasn’t one to lament. “You are in possession of a highly coveted skill. The ability to heal ones body and injuries is a tremendous asset. Though, your version feels inferior to those I have seen in the past. I could hear your labored breathing, which leads me to believe that healed organs never fully regain their original functionality.”

He rubbed his hands as energy began to passed into his palms and fingers. It was as though he was preparing his hands for the massive amounts of energy. He flexed his hands again before lunged in Valentin’s direction. He flatted his hands, exposing his palms and thrust his hand forward. He aimed directly for Valentin’s chest and if his strike was successful, his palm would crash into Valentin’s body and send powerful, concussive waves over energy passing through his entire chest. The energy combined with Shikitsuhiko’s reiatsu strenght superiority was enough to shatter blood vessels, his rib cage, and organs. “Raíces Sinuosas.” He said before using his other hand to strike him directly in the face. The concussive force would again be strong enough to fracture his face and cranium, doing damage to the vessels in his face, including his eyes and brain. “How long will it take you to replace all this, I wonder?”




5,050
-200 cero
-200 Raíces Sinuosas: Doblado Arroyo
2/5 Pesquis
2/16 Combat
=4,650

[Valentin Acciai]

Okay this was unplanned for, Valentin hadn't exactly aimed to cling onto the Arrancar's front like some needy girlfriend but it still seemed to have worked out with Valentin expending all four of his humanoid limbs to restrain the tough shelled bastard's. The effort didn't seem to impress his foe whomever who had decided not to fall down so easily and instead spent his time sprouting oh such interesting insults for Valentin to hear and dismiss. Of course the light of the cyan ball of a death ray appearing wasn't exactly comforting or encouraging for the hollow to see just inches from his head. Acting with haste and panic the hollow chose to utilize his tail, the long fifth limb speeding up behind the Arrancar's back.

With all the effort Valentin could muster and his knowledge of what muscle groups were weakest due to his medical expertise to make up for the difference in strength between them the tail made it's way around his foe's neck to hopefully be thick enough to disturb his aim downwards and a second lap across his forehead before the end of the tail tied itself to the thicker neck part. From there as Valentin was forced to look up at the menacing orb his tail exerted all the force it could in hopefully dragging the man's head back and with it screw up the cero's path as Valentin tried to choke the man backwards and keep him from turning his head around for a glancing shot. This was do or die, Valentin had no other plan as letting go of the Arrancar would give the man ample opportunity to slice him in half. Quite clearly worried to hell the Adjuchas shouted back at his opponent in a tone that was far from confident as his head and torso dug close against the Arrancar's chest and stomach in the most awkward fashion ''HOW'S THIS FOR CONVENTIONAL!''

If he lost in this moment, the Arrancar somehow halting his tail, then so be it. Valentin had done what he could against an overwhelmingly superior foe and there wasn't much left to give. But if the Adjuchas had succeeded in pointing that death ray away from him then he would act with all that he could and send another salvo of spikes at his target. Having regrown all ten of the spikes on his tail Valentin would attempt to shoot them at the restrained Arrancar's head while shooting another salvo of hastily made spikes from Valentin's torso to his foe's in the same fashion as before. ''For all your gloating if our Reiasu were equal you would have lost already shitstain!'' he'd utter as he would keep up the choke hold, praying his opponent would soon just faint from asphyxiation.


-100 Backup System (lung)
-200 Living Spike Shots (16+10 tail)

825/2000

[Shikitsuhiko Isayama]

Shikitsuhiko had already noted Valentin's persistence and this was further evidence of his unwillingness surrender. He was poorly outmatched, but perceived successes had somehow overshadowed his numerous failures just before this. He couldn't help but pity the lowly adjuchas. He didn't have enough respect for him to value his fighting spirit. He only saw his arrogance and ignorance. It was the blade responsible for many deaths. Indeed many men and women had unwittingly doomed themselves with such incompatible pairings. He had seen it vicariously through others and experienced it first-hand. Even his own Fraccion was not immune to this lethal combination. She, too, believed herself above others but lacked the wisdom to properly conduct herself.

This passed through his mind as he felt the vibrations from Valentin’s tails. Unknowingly, Valentin provided Shikitsuhiko a cornucopia of details about his actions. He could hear his labored breathing and the spikes replenishing themselves. Bones were nosy and had a distinct sound. Unfortunately, his speed was inferior to his own as were his senses and instinct. There was a whole chasm between them that Valentin truly failed to miss. Sure he openly mocked the difference in their power, but that wasn’t everything. His opponent lacked insight. That was the more egregious crime. He opened his palms and faced it toward Valentin as his tail neared his neck. The way their were positioned, his abdomen, legs, and upper torso were in clear shot.

From his palm energy quickly coalesced and immediately he began firing Bala at his opponent. He fired one from each hand, both striking either side of his torso. A bala of this caliber (1200) had enough potency to pierce and shred a body. The bala would strike both sides of his torso, just above the hip. It would likely obliterate those regions of his torso, carving his body from his hip to upper torso and in toward his abdomen. That regions skin, bones, and muscle would have been blown off like a soft fruit struck with a shotgun. The force of the bala, however, would likely force his opponent’s grip to dramatically loosen or he’d let go all together. He might even be flung a dozen feet.

Shikitsuhiko wasn’t wasting any time. The moment he fired the Bala he used his strength to loosen his arms. He pulled his right arm from its hold, but upon doing that activated Raíces Sinuosas: Doblado Arroyo. He used used the upward motion for freeing his hand to deliver a grievous wound. This his hand flat and fingers extended, this technique allows him to turn his hands into blades. In his possession, they retained all the precision of a scalpel in a surgeons hand. He sliced through his arms, severing them at the elbow. His left hand did the same, severing the arms at the elbow. Even if he had released and pulled or been pulled away, Shikitsuhiko would still use this technique to sever his arms upon disengaging.

In one clean motion he had severed his arms and would use this time to sever his opponent’s tail as it would have been conveniently close to his arms, having tried to wrap around his neck, during that upward motion. The pierce of his tail would fall to the ground, Shikitsuhiko stepping on it rudely, intending to mock and disparage his opponent. Shikitsuhiko raised his fingers and exposed his palms, now facing his opponent. He was now ready to utilize the other half of this technique, Raíces Sinuosas. He used sonido to increase his speed to 3900, slipping right past his opponent. Even if his opponent had remained where he was or was catapulted in the distance, Shikitsuhiko quickly passed him and appeared in his trajectory, but his opponent’s back would be facing him. Appearing three feet away from his body, he lunged forward, slamming his palm into his opponent’s back. The concussive energy would surged throughout his back, shattering his spine and blood vessels. A large, unsightly crater would be left in his back where Shikitsuhiko has struck him.

Unfortunately, he was not finished. With his left hand, he employed Doblado Arroyo. Paired with that was sonido gara, allowing his attack to move at 3900 speed. With a sideways slicing motion, his hand severed Valentin’s head, slicing directly through his neck. If it were successful, his opponent would have been decapitated and his head would fall to the ground like a beaten fruit. It would roll across the ground before Shikitsuhiko stopped it with his foot. He kicked his body over and stood quietly for a moment. He then took his foot and stomped on his head, crushing his mask underfoot. “You’re right. Conventional can be useful.”


5,050
-100 x 2 bala
-200 Raíces Sinuosas: Doblado Arroyo
=4750
3/5 Pesquis
3/16 Combat

[Valentin Acciai]

The immediate crisis had been averted or at least so the hollow thought, having pulled the Arrancar's head back just enough to avoid the blast Valentin expected the loud boom to shoot out at any second but... it didn't? perhaps the dumbass realized he had fucked up so badly he'd given up the fight? now that would have been hilarious but Valentin knew the bastard was too proud for that, probably choosing to bury the both of them in the rubble from a cero instead. letting out a sigh in a mix of relief and confusion as to the quiet as his tail constricted around the Arrancar's neck an odd pain pierced Valentin's body without warning. It confused the Adjuchas and caused him to open his eyes widely as if that would help him catch on to what had just happened.

The force of the sudden balas tore Valentin off the Arrancar and sent him flying but not only that, so powerful were this supposedly weak ability it had blasted the Adjuchas in half as Valentin spied his legs and tail leaving him and his lower torso obliterated, coating the ground beneath them. The pain was immense but at least it was something the hollow was used to, his only advantage being how stubborn he was with the whole dying thing, not that it mattered when this strange tournament dictated no one would die. Similarly just a moment later Valentin's forearms too were cut off although this was just from the Arrancar's cutting him up like butter through skin contact This is just so unfair... the hollow lamented.

Seeing as he literally had no other choice Valentin decided to follow his instincts as a hollow, when in peril, flee you dumb shit. Before allowing himself to take on any more grievous injuries the hollow tried to slide back inside an Ulcera as all over his body began to regenerate. It was a temporary measure of safety as one couldn't stay inside an Ulcera long at all but with what time he had the Adjuchas swam through the immaterial plane of existence known as the Valley of Screams upwards, through layers of concrete he passed as he reached higher and higher for safety, knowing full well the pointlessness of his flight from one so quick he fled until he had managed to reach the eight floor before pouring back into the materium and attempted to rest on all fours on his incomplete and throbbing painfully new limbs as he contained the desire to scream in pain with a low gurgle in his throat.

A new spine had been completed as had most of his lower torso, his tail was only halfway done while his limbs still had incomplete hands and feet. Valentin for the most part looked like a burn victim who ought not be alive but the unnatural pulsing and reknitting of muscles and skin made him far more foreign to the eye. Knowing he had not the energy to continue the battle if he chose to regenerate his organs the hollow would have to bear with the pain of lacking them, still they were not vital for his short term survival as they'd only make him unable to process food and clean his body of the natural poisons and ailments the body fought every day. Not something he couldn't fix later.

But his body was growing heavier still ''That's... weird... i halted the bleeding'' he told himself before it struck him, his reiatsu had run out. Exhausted and barely conscious as he had spent nearly all of his reiatsu just recovering from his injuries he pushed himself with the last of his strength upwards to sit and await the inevitable. He hadn't the strength to fight to any use anymore even if his body would have had the time to regenerate before the Arrancar's arrival which it didn't. Valentin would be able to do what, shoot of a few puny bala before his storages were entirely drained and he would have forced himself unconscious? pointless with that damn Hierro he cursed.

Seated quietly the Adjuchas merely awaited the victor to arrive at the top, not bothering to make any show of resistance. If he was quickly dismembered and blasted apart then that was that, if the old man was truthful Valentin would be alive and well soon enough again. If given the mercy to speak as the Adjuchas would rest his back against one of the pillars he would speak his congratulations for his opponent, for what it was worth fighting such an unfair match. ''You won, i admit defeat, congratulations.'' he'd say coughing blood down his mask shortly after ''Old man is placing an orange belt against a black belt if you excuse the terminology wasn't exactly the most fair nor fun of fights but i digress. Good luck with the rest of the tournament, not that you'll need it if the rest of the competitors are as outmatched as me.''

-75 Ulcera  
-600 Organic Generation (lower torso, legs x2, tail, arms x2)

150/2000

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

270 TP + 100 victory TP = 370 TP for Shiki

180 TP for Valentin