[Compile] Kenpachi, Adaro, Hachi, Ulquiorra
Kenpachi twisted his body around just in time for Osovenenoso to become lodged in his shoulder. He flinched and then smiled, a low, rumbling growl of approval in his throat. Of course Adaro could cut him; if she hadn't been able to, the whole ordeal would have just been a joke. Grabbing the blade, he yanked it back out of his flesh, fresh blood flowing from the new wound now that it was not obstructed. The sharp pain woke him up further, and he allowed his spiritual pressure to spike anew, darting back toward Adaro with a swift uppercut from his zanpakuto.
The fight between the other two figures present was something that was only on the very outside of Kenpachi's senses; it was highly unimportant, and furthermore he had heard stories from Yumichika and Ikkaku about how wussy Adaro's minions were. He had little doubt that this tear-streaked kid was any different, and the hulking guy with a mustache was entirely unfamiliar and so merited no attention at all. Compared to his battle with the leading bitch herself, little else seemed worthwhile to Kenpachi, and he remained undistracted.
The two 'true' residents of Seireitei moved independent of one another, Adaro with her focus to the eleventh division captain, and Ulquiorra trusted to keep his upon those that would interfere. That was the benefit to the cultivation of his loyalty, it confirmed that hell itself would have to claim his uncleansed soul before she would need worry about other matters. Ulquiorra had proven himself before and earned nothing less than the position he held as the leader of her arrancar.
Adaro let the bloodlust creep into her cold smile as her zanpakuto drew first blood, jerked free before the spirit within could get the taste. That was enough to wake the longing, the zanpakuto stirring for the satisfaction that it craved.
That moment would come, an instant she knew as the jagged blade came up in response. Adaro jerked back and twisted away from the arc of the blade; lacking both speed and warning, she could not evade the complete swing and felt the bite of the Asauchi-style sword. Fire burned alongside her ribs, the cut shallow compared to the intent, but no assessment was made as she continued to pivot in one smooth motion, her thoughts focused on the battle and less on the injuries sustained.
The move exposed her back for but a second as both hands grasped the hilt of her zanpakuto, wielding it as though it were far heavier than its current form. Which it quickly became as the release was uttered, a ring of excitement in her voice at holding no restraint to this battle. Kenpachi was the monster that thrived on battle, but all those touched by the Hollow could not deny the sadistic pleasure that tearing an enemy to shreds could bring.
"Bleed him dry, Osovenenoso!"
Adaro swung the zanpakuto as it contorted into the larger blade, a smooth arc that she aimed low when her red eyes caught Kenpachi again. The knee was critical to movement and she had the briefest interest and intent to see how he might function without one of his.
For the momentum Hachi had gathered into his first attack, the minimal recoil by the allankar was rather impressive. A moment passed as Hachi glanced up at the allankar's face for a reaction, only to see an emotionless mask, literal and figurative. This was only his second battle against and allankar and this fight was quite different from his last battle with an allankar. The larger had been much more responsive to the fight, brining out that rather interesting cero-variant. The allankar before him however, seemed to only want Adaro to have no interference.
Unfortunately Hachi's goal was exactly that, to 'interfere' with Adaro.
Hachi flash-stepped away, stopping smoothly by an electronics store and a florists, both full of collapsed mortals. Inside he could spot one or two barely clinging on, looking as though the air around them were choking them. They were most likely the ones with a wisp of spiritual energy, which resulted in the double-edged sword of them being able to sense reiatsu with more clarity.
Flowers?
Hachi clasped both hands together, recalling and bypassing the incantation for the upcoming spell. He let his energy flow into the plants, air, and water around him as he called out "Way of Binding 41, Gaia's Vines!" The concrete below rippled then vines of various sizes broke through, from the earth deep below. The vines ranged in size from thin like whips, to thick like redwood branches. Both hands reached out towards Ulquiorra, directing the vines, which converged upon the figure of Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra frowned, dark eyes searching the battlefield as his opponent seemingly disappeared. His reiatsu was faint, as if he had fled, which surprised Ulquiorra. It was not often he was confronted only to have his opponent evacuate. While it was a relief, it was...
The first of the arrancar choked in surprise as vines rapidly shot up from around him, curling intimately against his legs with a deathly grip, searching to restrain his arms. Ulquiorra frowned chopping against the few that had gone after his sword arm, keeping aware in case the strange man decided to launch an attack while he was thus restrained.
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The fight between the other two figures present was something that was only on the very outside of Kenpachi's senses; it was highly unimportant, and furthermore he had heard stories from Yumichika and Ikkaku about how wussy Adaro's minions were. He had little doubt that this tear-streaked kid was any different, and the hulking guy with a mustache was entirely unfamiliar and so merited no attention at all. Compared to his battle with the leading bitch herself, little else seemed worthwhile to Kenpachi, and he remained undistracted.
The two 'true' residents of Seireitei moved independent of one another, Adaro with her focus to the eleventh division captain, and Ulquiorra trusted to keep his upon those that would interfere. That was the benefit to the cultivation of his loyalty, it confirmed that hell itself would have to claim his uncleansed soul before she would need worry about other matters. Ulquiorra had proven himself before and earned nothing less than the position he held as the leader of her arrancar.
Adaro let the bloodlust creep into her cold smile as her zanpakuto drew first blood, jerked free before the spirit within could get the taste. That was enough to wake the longing, the zanpakuto stirring for the satisfaction that it craved.
That moment would come, an instant she knew as the jagged blade came up in response. Adaro jerked back and twisted away from the arc of the blade; lacking both speed and warning, she could not evade the complete swing and felt the bite of the Asauchi-style sword. Fire burned alongside her ribs, the cut shallow compared to the intent, but no assessment was made as she continued to pivot in one smooth motion, her thoughts focused on the battle and less on the injuries sustained.
The move exposed her back for but a second as both hands grasped the hilt of her zanpakuto, wielding it as though it were far heavier than its current form. Which it quickly became as the release was uttered, a ring of excitement in her voice at holding no restraint to this battle. Kenpachi was the monster that thrived on battle, but all those touched by the Hollow could not deny the sadistic pleasure that tearing an enemy to shreds could bring.
"Bleed him dry, Osovenenoso!"
Adaro swung the zanpakuto as it contorted into the larger blade, a smooth arc that she aimed low when her red eyes caught Kenpachi again. The knee was critical to movement and she had the briefest interest and intent to see how he might function without one of his.
For the momentum Hachi had gathered into his first attack, the minimal recoil by the allankar was rather impressive. A moment passed as Hachi glanced up at the allankar's face for a reaction, only to see an emotionless mask, literal and figurative. This was only his second battle against and allankar and this fight was quite different from his last battle with an allankar. The larger had been much more responsive to the fight, brining out that rather interesting cero-variant. The allankar before him however, seemed to only want Adaro to have no interference.
Unfortunately Hachi's goal was exactly that, to 'interfere' with Adaro.
Hachi flash-stepped away, stopping smoothly by an electronics store and a florists, both full of collapsed mortals. Inside he could spot one or two barely clinging on, looking as though the air around them were choking them. They were most likely the ones with a wisp of spiritual energy, which resulted in the double-edged sword of them being able to sense reiatsu with more clarity.
Flowers?
Hachi clasped both hands together, recalling and bypassing the incantation for the upcoming spell. He let his energy flow into the plants, air, and water around him as he called out "Way of Binding 41, Gaia's Vines!" The concrete below rippled then vines of various sizes broke through, from the earth deep below. The vines ranged in size from thin like whips, to thick like redwood branches. Both hands reached out towards Ulquiorra, directing the vines, which converged upon the figure of Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra frowned, dark eyes searching the battlefield as his opponent seemingly disappeared. His reiatsu was faint, as if he had fled, which surprised Ulquiorra. It was not often he was confronted only to have his opponent evacuate. While it was a relief, it was...
The first of the arrancar choked in surprise as vines rapidly shot up from around him, curling intimately against his legs with a deathly grip, searching to restrain his arms. Ulquiorra frowned chopping against the few that had gone after his sword arm, keeping aware in case the strange man decided to launch an attack while he was thus restrained.
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