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Elk

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His eyes shifted over toward Tomi as she arrived with Shikai active. As she spoke, his gaze moved back to Lieutenant Oyuki once more. A grating sound began to come from his mouth as his breathing slowed.


“No… can’t risk it… Even if the Lieutenant froze him… they more than likely have parts of the Soul King…”


He spoke lowly—just enough to sound like muttering—though his pupils began to retract as he looked back at Tomi, who mentioned that one being a weird one.


“Bankai…”


His fists slammed together as his knuckles transformed into gauntlets, accompanied by a set of metal elbow guards, knee pads, and metal footwear. His eyes shifted back to Tomi once more. His fingers twitched for a moment as a white breath escaped from his lips. Then, a glance toward his gauntlet—his head shook slightly.


“I’ll explain it later! But go Bankai! And hit him with everything you’ve got!”


His body flickered, and he reappeared not too far from the Arrancar—only to disappear again. He had taken note of how much more difficult it was to Shunpo within the Lieutenant’s Bankai field. A dangerous combatant, for sure. Still, he flickered again… and again… until he was behind the Arrancar.

Both his arms pulled back as reiryoku began to channel into them, the air around him swirling and rising—sending flickers of snow and ice into the sky. His stance held for a second, then—

In the blink of an eye, both arms extended forward, making contact with the Arrancar’s backside. One strike aimed lower, the other above. The force alone would be enough to crack through even the toughest Hierro—but what made the Sōkotsu so deadly in Hideo’s hands was the Bankai force multiplier.

As both fists connected, eight other impacts would be felt across the Arrancar’s body—each one delivering the same force as the Sōkotsu, distributed across their form. His aim was to shatter the Arrancar completely, not wanting that beast to utilize its Soul King fragment. His eyebrows scrunched as his fists impacted the icy surface of the Arrancar, his only thought:

He hoped that whatever fragment this one possessed wasn’t the type that allowed them to redirect attacks.

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Night began to descend upon the Seireitei as his eyes shifted upward to see a moon rising—a red one. His eyes narrowed.

Then, a message spread across the Seireitei from a Twelfth Division member, confirming what he had feared: the Arrancar possessed fragments of the Soul King.


“Now the question is… what parts do they possess?”
“If we can get them… will they come to collect those parts?”


His eyes lifted further toward the black sky, fists clenched.

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Despite the raw, untempered power of Cordelia’s gran rey cero, the coward and the captain managed to survive, though Keniro was thrown toward the edge of the division, the impact of being thrown through the barracks finishing him off. However, before anyone could react, the Espada’s whirlpool had torn the ground asunder, and her aqueous appendages had reached out, sweeping the captain alone into the waiting carnage. Any attempts made to save her by other shinigami, resulted in them too being pulled deep into the turbulent, freezing depths. Blood blossomed and streaked through her inky abyss as the body’s were ravaged, torn into easily consumed shreds.

Consumed they were.

There one moment, gone the next.

Dust settled and an eerie stillness descended upon the division that the invader had desecrated. As the tides stilled with her ascension and bidding, the remnants of Kasu Shinka’s haori floated to the surface with Cordelia. Arrancar marched out of her garganta as she held the victory token in the air. One collected the tattered haori from her and tossed the waterlogged garment through the split in the sky before it closed. Her eyes darkened as she sunk back into the water, her gaze intent in the direction of the obscured spiritual signatures.

”What a disappointment.”

Diving deep, her reservoir spilled over, flooding through the remains of the thirteenth division barracks.



Whatever defenses the twelfth division had implemented may have quelled the growing presence of arrancar within other divisions, but since the main building of thirteenth had been reduced to nothing more than dust, so too had their defenses. Cordelia’s army ran free eviscerating shinigami as readily as their mistress would.

Cordelia’s movements in the water slowed. The hunt was on and her heart beat wildly. She enjoyed the challenge and these shinigami were giving her just that but she had to be more cautious about this. She’d managed to catch two of them just barely off guard enough to finish them off but the rest were now on high alert. Her mouth slowly opened, blue and green light gathering within.

The thud of rods striking the ground and nearby buildings just barely reached her ears but she easily sensed the ripples they created in her water even though they didn’t wash over her. Her eyes narrowed in the darkness as her other senses reached out, clawing at any threads that might lead her to them. Where most might get frustrated and agitated at the inability to sense their opponents, Cordelia would become intrigued and deadly still as she pulled her water closer to her body. The deep reservoir formed in the center of the division only rippled as her power swelled around her, forming another deep trench.

Sinking lower and lower, she finally grasped a sliver, a morsel of reiryoku as the newest shinigami to join the fray spun his zanpakuto, disturbing the shrouding mist just enough for her to sense him. As the pressure within the concealed trench reached a tipping point, Cordelia unleashed her cero. The cero would strike the ground that kept her concealed, unleashing the pressure and propelling her water high into the air, disturbing the mist.

Water meant safety for Cordelia. It always had, but she knew there would come a day where she could no longer dwell solely in her safety.

Cordelia appeared on a rooftop, accompanied by a static hum, careful to avoid both the dog man’s spinning zanpakuto and the unknown mist around the rest of them. A ring of water surrounded the area as she flickered into existence. Time and space tearing around them as the portal to the valley of screams opened in an instant pulling the three in as she vanished from sight, her hand glowing blue-green.

Cordelia and her static hum reappear further away on another rooftop from where the portal closed in the blink of an eye. Should any of them have evaded the portal, Cordelia fired off Balas in rapid succession, peppering the barracks in destruction.

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GhoulBunny

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Ren had stayed crouched beside Gyōja, Amanozako’s segmented blades floating protectively in a low orbit around them, each humming faintly with restrained voltage. She was still—eerily still, for someone known to vibrate with nervous energy at the best of times. But this wasn’t the best of times. This was war, and for maybe the third time in days, she was dead silent.



Because Gyōja had a plan. And right now, clinging to that plan was the only thing stopping her from shattering completely.



She didn’t interrupt as he began speaking to the dog-faced man—no, wait, man-faced dog? Her thoughts skittered at the edges of reason. White fur. Long ears. That towering build. Ren’s brain, even now, couldn’t help but get stuck on the absurdity of it. He looked like a damn wolf who got stuck halfway through a transformation and couldn’t decide which side of the species line to commit to. Still, he had presence, and Gyōja trusted him enough to share the plan.

“I have a plan, listen closely.”


As Gyōja leaned in, voice low and calm as always, Ren did too, her head dipping, jaw clenched. She soaked in every word like it was oxygen—because out here, in the wreckage of their division, strategy felt like the only thing stronger than fear.



The mist shifted.


It wasn’t obvious at first—just a slow, unnatural slither through the air, curling like a predator’s breath across the shattered bones of a half-destroyed rooftop. Then came the hum. Subtle. Tension-wrapped.


Then—


THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!


A volley of rods burst outward from the veil, sharp streaks of gold embedding into ruins, rising water, splintered timber. They glowed with eerie precision, like a constellation being drawn across a war zone. A path laid down. A trap, or maybe a signal. The battlefield flickered with a strange, building pulse—an unspoken warning.


Then—lightning.


A golden arc tore open the sky with a concussive crack, loud enough to rival thunder from the heavens. The mist split in the wake of the blast, just enough to reveal her.



Ren.



She stood precariously balanced on two of Amanozako’s segmented blades, elevated above the chaos like a bolt summoned from the clouds themselves. Her pink hair whipped violently in the high winds, eyes fixed, feral, unblinking—locked on the rooftop where the blue-haired Espada had last appeared.


A faint trail of smoke curled off her palm, the air around her shimmering with residual static. She had whispered the incantation for her spell in the safety of Gyōja’s mist, careful not to draw attention—each syllable bled quietly into the veil while the Espada’s senses remained dulled.



Now, with her stance firm and her target in sight, her voice rang out like a war drum breaking silence:


“Hadō #63: Raikōhō!”


The blast exploded from her hand with searing brilliance, a column of golden lightning ripping through the air, aimed like a spear at the rooftop the Espada had vanished from. The air screamed with pressure, and the recoil hurled Ren backward into the sky.


The Espada’s portal tore space asunder, attempting to drag her and the others in—but Ren had already launched herself clear.



She tumbled midair, hair and limbs spiraling wildly—until Amanozako responded.



Two of the segmented blades twisted beneath her, forming a crescent arc midair that caught her fall like a snare of crackling steel. She landed crouched and sharp, boots scraping sparks along their surface. Around her, the other segments spread outward like wings, forming a temporary barrier.


BANG—BANG—BANG!



Stray Bala shots hissed through the air, but each one was met by the blade segments extending outward, intercepting them mid-flight with violent bursts of lightning on impact. She teetered in the air, body swaying with balance hard-earned, every movement precise but reactive.



And then the ring began to turn.



Her blades snapped into motion, spiraling tightly around her once more. Arcs of electricity licked between them, growing tighter, hotter—charging in cadence with her pulse. The sky seemed to crackle with the sound of a storm preparing to descend.



Her stance widened, one boot pivoting slightly atop the curved blade beneath it. Shoulders taut. Fingers loose. Her blades orbited her in a disciplined fury, glowing brighter with each second.



Barely leashed by her will.



And Ren, still airborne amid the storm of steel and lightning, looked ready to strike again.
 

Elk

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CLAAAAAAAAAANG

That sound could be heard spreading across the areas unaffected by the Espada within Thirteenth Division’s water. Números-level Arrancar and unseated Shinigami could be seen fighting one another—Ceros and Kidō were sent flying every which way across the area. Many deaths could be seen happening—both Shinigami and Arrancar alike were dying en masse.

Yet Elk stood at the center of the fighting between these unseated and Números, both hands in his pockets, as each death that happened around him was fueling something within his pocket. All the while, the fighting continued around him. As a Cero flew his way, he took a single step to the side, allowing it to connect with a small group of Shinigami—destroying them entirely—before his hand raised up.

“Hadō #77: Hakanai Sekai.”

Forty-seven black orbs appeared around Elk’s position. To those nearby—both Shinigami and Arrancar alike—it would seem as if these orbs came from nowhere. But as they drew close, explosions began to erupt across the battlefield, killing Shinigami and Arrancar alike. With each death, his pocket began to glow—the warmth growing with every passing soul.

Some of the Shinigami seemed perplexed as they heard a voice speaking, though no one was around before meeting their untimely demise. One unfortunate Shinigami could be seen coughing up blood, their arm extending upward as they began to plead for help.

The sound of steps could be heard nearing the wounded Shinigami—before blood splattered across the sky. Their eyes widened. They felt it, but could not see it… before the life faded from their gaze. Then, for a moment—silence.

Until another wave of Ceros and Kidō was launched.

He was about to Shunpo, until the heat of the Hōgyoku flared—and his eyes shifted down. A rather powerful soul was feeding it.

His head turned toward the direction of the main barracks. It was difficult to sense exactly who was there, but from what he could tell, the recently returned Captain Kasu had fallen to the enemy. His head tilted slightly before he Shunpo’d off to another section, avoiding the Espada’s zone of influence entirely.

Where he arrived next was another set of fighting between the Shinigami and Arrancar. His presence was unknown to both sides as he stood atop a wall and watched the battle unfolding below. Thanks to Kyokkō, in combination with his reiatsu-concealing clothing, he was invisible—both visually and spiritually.

“The more members of 13th dead… means more time for me to establish a safe haven…”

 

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As though the Thirteenth Division was a powder keg, the pressure inside had built as the Espada lurked beneath dark waters. And built, as she sunk, unseen, cero building, swelling until-

KBOOSPLSHHHHTZZZ!!!

An explosion as the cero she had unleashed collided with the bottom, just as the glowing rods, unleashed an electric explosion. When casting the spell while within the safety of the mist, Gyōja had combined the two spells, imbuing the rods from the binding spell, with the electric fury of the destructive spell. Hyapporankan having had its full incantation used, ensuring its duration and power, while Raikōhō's incantation had been used only after the firing of the spell. Each of the hundred rods had essentially been turned into a lightning rod, channeling and chaining together the full force of the spell between them a hundred times over, covering a greater area than what would normally have been covered from the Destructive spell alone.

Along with the cage of lightning was Ren, jettisoned from the mist while riding the blades of her shikai. The young shinigami releases the full power of Raikōhō, the golden blast propelling the airborne woman backwards while the lightning crashes towards the Espada who, in leaving the comforts of her water is forced to pass through the electrified cage, such was the intent in the rods trailing back towards where the trio had been. This ensured that, so long as she had moved anywhere near them, she would most likely find herself within or passing through the electric boundary, one that is only strengthened further by the addition of Ren's spell as it came crashing down towards the watery villainous upon her arrival or rather her exposing herself.

The situation had shifted from chaotic, to calm only to return to chaos once more. It is in this chaos that the Espada may be unaware or if she was able to notice, find it peculiar that with the blowing away of the mist one of the trio is unaccounted for. Ren the female shinigami had propelled herself out when skating along her blade, the wolfish shinigami whom she had sensed was now visible but what of the other?


"-wait at the far heavens. Hadō #73. Sōren Sōkatsui!"

While still gripping the handle of his currently bladeless shikai, his hands are pushed out as a torrent of blue energy rages and crashes upon the arrival site of the Espada, nearly concurrent with the crashing of Ren's Raikōhō. Not only is Sōkatsui a staple of the Kuchiki clan, but it is one that when harnessed properly holds the potential to damage a Bankai. Sōren Sōkatsui is a spell twice as effective as its counterpart, and twice as destructive. As a Kuchiki, Gyōja has mastered and familiarized himself with both spells. While capable of casting Sōren Sōkatsui without its incantation, facing an espada he couldn't take any chances.

Previously, the Kuchiki had formulated the plan with his team. Using Aojūkiri's mist he would both hide their reiatsu and presence while, ironically also drawing the attention and focus of the enemy. It had been established that the Espada was an aquatic one, using water based abilities, to try and capitalize on this, they would try to lock her down and hopefully weaken her using lightning based Kidō. He would merge two spells into one to create the field that had been erected, while Ren would distance herself from the area while also firing off a full powered lightning spell of her own. After releasing the charged rods, Gyōja exited the mist, maintaining control over it, lowering his reiatsu as much as possible while both guiding the mist to draw the enemy's focus and deter her away from him as he muttered the incantation for Sōren Sōkatsui while repositioning himself in such a way that he was away from the mist but would be able to see it and the surrounding area.

A single hair's breadth of time was all he needed, doing so in such a way so as not to cause any rubble to fall and disturb the ground or waters so as to give him away mid-transit. Being flanked on many sides by destructive spells, all fully powered the Espada finds herself at ground zero for the violent cumulation of power. The area is obscured by the blinding light of the blasts, one that creates a shockwave further blasting back the scattered mist. Within the cacophony of destruction twirling can still be faintly made out. As he twirled his blade throughout the unveiling of the Kuchiki's plan, he twirls it still the scattered mist, still under the command of its master gathered enough to form the maw of a beast clamped down around Iwamura's shihakusho pulling him through the air; a mist born beast hurtling a shinigami beast.

Like Ren, Gyōja who is already distanced from his group and airborne, attacking from the Espada's flank is propelled further still from the force of his own spell. His off-hand encased in a golden glow. The scene at the Thirteenth Division is a lightshow, one easily visible to those afar off. If the wormhole is one born of conscious effort and will, its creation may very well be postponed in favor of dealing with the immediate matter at hand. Regardless of automatic or manually activated, by the time it is born those it was meant to swallow find themselves beyond its reach. A majority of the mist races towards its master, as he tightly grips the handle of his Zanpakutō.

The first act of his plan had been executed, he only hoped that the others could struggle and do all they could to carry out the rest.


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Tomi Yume’s lilac gaze drifted from the Shihoin to the mist and snow that obscured their observation of the fight. Her fingers tightened around the hilts of her blades. She just barely caught his muttering and the moment his fists slammed together as he unleashed bankai, she crossed blades in front of her chest. ”Tsukigaki.” A glimmering barrier swirled out from her blades, wrapping around her. Her expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as her voice came out low and almost predatory.

”Bankai.”

Darkness descended upon the battlefield before them, but in that darkness light formed as five human sized moons formed in the air around her. They moved almost protectively, circling her body. Had the nearby temperature not already plummeted from the other lieutenant's bankai, it would have now as she unleashed her reiatsu upon activation of her bankai. Her reiatsu exploded out from her, taking on the form of a horned being with low lamb-like ears.

Her companion had already moved into the fray, slowed by the cold he was moving into. She made a mental note of this as she stepped into the cold herself. She pushed off the ground, vanishing from sight as she focused her reiryoku to her arms and legs. She appeared beside Ximena, her blades still crossed before her as she slashed at the Espada’s neck. ”Gekishōi.” As Tomi’s blades sliced through the air, they unleashed two beams of light capable of cutting through even her defenses with the combined point in the middle lined up to hit her throat. Tomi made sure to aim them so that they would miss her fellow shinigami.

Before the beams would even hit, Tomi’s image flickered out of sight again, all that was left was her voice-a whisper on the wind. ”Tsukigane.” As Tomi reappeared behind Hideo, glowing purple chains twisted tightly around her blades would reach out and wrap around Ximena’s chest. Her moons shifted, protecting Tomi's back and Hideo and her sides. With one powerful pull, she yanked Ximena back into Hideo’s attacks, affording him the aid of her own strength to make his blows more powerful.

The already darkened sky above them seemed to grow darker as a red moon rose into the heavens. She didn’t know whose power this was but she hoped it was a friendly being. Her hands tightened around her blades, knuckles white as the alert about the Espada possessing fragments of the soul king goes out. This was a far more dangerous enemy than she’d anticipated, but she didn’t let this news shake her.

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Hyoroshi Iwamura

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It was a strange thing, the fear of death. Hyoroshi had tossed it aside the moment his white-knuckled fingers first clenched the blade. To most, it was an invaluable quality for a man of the Fifth. Now he was here, staring it down in her face unflinching as she appeared, the geyser of water soaring behind her, his beady irises locking with the Espada's predacious hues.

Yet, instead of death, something else had stirred and coiled around itself in him:

The possibility of dishonoring his Captain; of failing to return what he'd borrowed from her.

A chance to repent.

Around and around Iwamura's blades spun, his wrist a rotating tree trunk and fingers vice-gripped around the chain. The portal's maw yawned open, ready to claim the hulking Wolfman as he ran--until their plan flashed into motion.

Hyoroshi's world became a blur. Something amorphous yet solid yanked him by the collar and thrust him towards his comrades just as the powerful Kido spells set off, condemning the space the Espada occupied to an orchestral obliteration. Wind billowed through his pelt until on a rooftop near his comrades he landed feet-first, skidding a short distance. The air immediately around him was already reacting to his presence, growing crazed with a violent scorching heat that ballooned outward as his spinning continued unabated.

In one fluid motion, his inactive hand reached and grabbed the chain as his sword-hand slowed the spinning, allowing both swords to be whirled around by one hand each.

And then the blades didn't appear to be blades at all. They were practically opaque circles, spinning with force and speed near-imperceptible. Ren and Gyoja could both feel the heat radiating from their furry friend, flooding the air with growing intensity, though his distance to the Arrancar kept any changes from being felt by her.

Abruptly, from the chaos, multiple Bala whizzed out and careened Hyoroshi's way. His eyes narrowed.

FSSSS--FSSSS--FSSSS--FSSSS

The hurtling orbs were gone as fast as they were made, disintegrated upon contact with the faces of the spinning blades.

Yet he did not counterattack--he remained where he was, poised and ready on the rooftop, those blades whirling around and around in their blurs.​
 

Adonai

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What level of dismay has befallen the Thirteenth Division? The sudden attack was too much for them, too soon, too abrupt. The Arrancar truly came out of their gates swinging and this particular Arrancar has presumably killed a Captain and another seated member. This could be a domino effect if the Shinigami do not rally and begin a proper counter offensive. There are some areas fairing better than others but the death toll is quite high regardless of how they are fairing. With aid from the Fifth Division, Thirteenth is trying to rally and combat against this deadly foe who is using her Arrancar techniques along with her fragment of the Soul King which seemed to be opening portals, a keen observation one that can lead to a deduction of what fragment this particular creature may have. Given the fact she is in her Resurrección form, separating her from said fragment may prove to be difficult.

Difficult but not impossible and given the level of hatred and malice of the one now targeting her she may very well end up utterly butchered and violently dissected by the end of the attempted separation. The man targeting her is not here to save any Shinigami, he does not care about the dead, dying, and struggling he is only here to stomp out the Espada and move on to the next threat. This man is brutality personified.

Retreating to a different rooftop Cordelia watches the fruits of her labor, hoping what she has just done takes hold to kill even more Shinigami. While firing her Bala’s off in rapid succession something drifts past her, looking at her with a dead eye a stare she should be familiar with given her aquatic nature. Though, this thing is a mass of ink in the shape of something familiar, in the shape of a goldfish. Its mouth opens and closes like any other regular goldfish and the moment Cordelia takes notice of it, it scurries away quickly, swimming through the air.

Horror Arrives

However she reacts to it she should notice that this massive ink fish is not alone as it scurries away another one will “swim” this one being a koi fish. Then another and another, all of them being different types of fish, seven in total are seen swimming before the final one appears, a monster standing upon its back as it drifts down from the sky. That monster is Taro Date, Captain of the Eleventh Division.

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”Yes Kurogane, this filthy Nighthowler is indeed repulsive. What a disgusting, vile, worthless, ugly, FREAK it is. To have the gaul to spread its sand water in the Soul Society. We shall take such delight in carving you apart…”

Taro stands atop an ink fish, Zanpakuto in hand, the edge of its blade lined with black ink that hugs and flows against it, never dripping. The other fish swim around aimlessly, their mouths opening and closing. He doesn’t pay much attention to the Shinigami Cordelia is fighting, if they capitalize on his arrival or not matters little to him. His plan to kill this Espada does not involve them, however should it be necessary, they would make for spectacular meat shields. The Date seek victory above all else, how they do it does not matter. So long as the Soul Society remains standing and the Gotei 13 is victorious. The phrase “For the sake of the Seireitei” is taken to the utmost extreme with them and whether fellow Shinigami agree or disagree with this outlook they can never argue with the results.

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His Reiatsu cascades down upon her as Reiryoku coalesces in his left hand, the right occupied by his Zanpakuto. The swimming ink fish adjust their eyes and look towards Cordelia now as well. This isn’t just a 1v1 the Espada finds herself in, no, this is a 1 v 9 situation, Taro and Kurogane in the form of 8 ink fish. He watches her, stares through her Hollow soul, figuratively. He does not see an opponent to fight, some great beast that needs to be slain, no, all Taro sees is meat that needs to be butchered. He does nothing though, he brings a threatening presence but that is all on the surface at least. This man is a coiled up spring trap and the moment this Espada moves he will strike.


 

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Since her arrival, one thing after the other seemed to be going on in a beautiful display of destruction and chaos from the other Espada at work, and soon, not long after the fight with her and Oyuki, the rest who lingered behind in Hueco Mundo made their grand appearance. From then on, things would only turn more interesting, and she planned to see it to the end. The moment she drew the attention of other seated officers, what she had set out to do was accomplished. Many of the Captains and the seated officers were locked up in combat, or engaged with someone else, leaving the army of Arrancar open up various Garganta on the outskirts of where the battle had taken place. One by one, the Arrancar flooded into the Seireitei, but neither of them adverted their gaze toward Ximena's battle at hand besides remaining aware of any actions taken out on them as they quickly spread out, taking the lives of any shinigami who crossed their paths. Now, all that remained was for Ximena to keep these three occupied and put an end to this fight if it meant either their deaths or her dragging them to hell with her.

Bringing her back into the current predicament, she found herself in against this shinigami who wielded ice. With the compression of her spiritual energy shrinking rapidly around her form as she made the step forward to take off into sonido, she found herself not moving as she attended, and if it wasn't for her raw strength and sudden increase in power might of ended up stuck where she stood. The enemy remained vigilant, wasting no time to strike in this instance, as the icy wraith blade hit its mark, but just like the destructive force of her cero not quite have the desired results, so did it face such adversities. The cut expected the cut through nearly to her bone, instead found itself clashing with the compressed spiritual energy buffering the damage, the strength of her hierro enhanced from her reiryoku being strengthened by the Soul King's fragment, and the protective exoskeleton around her body. With the laceration left on her neck as she blitzed past the icy wraith along with the tear of her muscles, she didn't flinch or move with hesitation, maintaining the calm battle-tuned focus as the laceration on her neck shrank down to the mere size of a small cut. Albeit she lacked high-speed regeneration like some of the others in her Ressureccion, Ximena had her way of mitigating damage while also increasing small injuries inflicted upon her foes. In close-quarters combat, Ximena was a true monster as she continued in her blitz before stopping to see the mist thicken as Oyuki disappeared within it, she understood needed to assess her approach on how to deal with this, exhaling out a deep breath that swept through the mist.

The sinner born from inferiority knew more than others what it meant to look down upon others, and what it truly meant to feel small. Ximena knew not to make that same miscalculation again, quickly adjusting to how much of her energy was needed to move around and respond appropriately. All the while, she kept her augmented immense spiritual power condensed inward, forming a small bubble around her, and had already begun to put her plan into action, as the other two who acted quickly released their Bankai. In war, every second mattered, every detail was important, and this was the case for Ximena, who had the power to make the smaller things matter and the larger things inadequate. Since her arrival, she continued to act with a refined focus, making no wasted action, as the only one who would truly understand what was going on around them, be Oyuki himself. Ximena made sure to use her newfound increase of spiritual energy wisely while she had the advantage, by concentrating her ability into small compressed bubble any ice entered into it found itself reduced to small grain to be completely destroyed by her intense spiritual pressure. Unfortunately, if they had dictated going into Bankai, the moment they arrived, instead of Shikai, they would have realized what they wished to stop was too late. While all others focused on her, neither took the time to pay attention to the minuscule details like the large sand golem that rose since it made his attack remain lifeless even in the frozen landscape. It remained stagnant even when its master was assaulted, keeping its core safe underground. Ximena, who mastered multiple forms of martial arts, was easily able to integrate their Soul King part into them naturally and use it effortlessly. This case was no different; the moment she realized the silence took complete advantage of her enhanced longue compacity, conserving the air in her lungs, ceasing any further talking to give birth to something equally as strong or more to her oldest creation. Despite a small amount of loss, some of the air on attack, the second she exhaled, the gift of the soul king had already claimed the ice around her. The longest existing artificial soul is now combined with the newfound breath of life, reforming into something new below their feet, growing stronger as three other golems of ice are formed.

Now, with the two jumping into the fray of the battle, going on the assault in unison, she welcomed them eagerly with cero-charged fists. The creator of this icy field seemed not to be hindered by his abilities, but one thing she did notice was that only he was exempt from this due to the result of the corpses, and those who barely lived as a result became ice statues. The moment they made their move, Ximena concentrated her energy to ensure nothing was wasted nor in the actions she did as the familiar Tomi and new challenger Hideo came to meet her, they say eager Ximena awaiting them, remaining fully on guard for the surprise attack of Oyuki from the mist. The small moment of hesitation for the two decides on using Bankai and going on the assault the realizing their foes possessed pieces of the Soul King is all she needed. Ximena worked under the assumption that they knew how to maneuver in the Lt's Bankai, and unlike them, the second she entered their turf planned to unleash her full power from the start. As they entered into the icy territory, as well, little did the two of them know it they stepped into Ximena's turf up close in personal. In the blink of an eye, she made her move, using Marginal Counter to let her act with even more precision.

The two attacks did happen to land on their mark as the slash and beams bisected the head, and the body was pulled into Hideo's Sokkutsu, delivering a series of hits across its form, shattering through its defense. However, before they realized what was struck, only one of Ximena's ice golems with her shrinking down rapidly, then assumed her proper size as she strafed to the side of them and with the vent on her arms increasing the speed of her punches, she slammed her cero-charged fists together in rapid succession, causing consecutive deadly explosions warping into another and only increasing the lethality of it by expanding each ones size upon detonation making it so even the Lt's Bankai couldn't save them from such point blank onslaught. The process of altering size compresses force and energy to simulate superhuman strength, directly after returning to normal size, stacking that power onto her already titanic strength. All the while, the true nature of Ximena's exoskeleton is showcased, leaving her with barely any visible damage as her Res armoring is designed to act like a bomb suit capable of enduring the explosive force of her attacks and adding strength to her punches. Either way, if the two of them managed to get out, she made sure no way they were getting out unscathed. She had one simple thought in mind to either destroy her opponents, or destroy their Bankai, and she made sure to pack enough power into accomplish either one, if not both. Despite the two remaining golems being weaker, they moved unhindered through the ice field with the orders to attack any non-hollow around her, and each was capable of turning their arms into lethal blades to cut clean through either of the three as they would leap at them to strike any of them.​
 

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Crack… Crrrrkt… Crunch!

Like nails on a chalkboard reality set in for the arrancar standing amidst the snowy environment. Winter was inevitable even with the seireitei as the tone had been set long since the arrival of ximena and her compatriots. It was clear even among the battles that took place around the seireitei that things were far more than a simple chess match between blades and wits. These arrancar had set foot upon sacred land as far as Oyuki was concerned. They desecrated the very land they chose to walk upon and yet they found themselves faced with an undeniable inevitability as things became clear. She had gone so far to protect her exterior but the blade only needed to taste the flesh of her being as a whole. This woman was playing checkers were Oyuki played chess. His lethality was in its patience. The scales of battle are an ever shifting game of balance and tranquility amongst chaos. It would be clear that Oyuki brought calm to the storm and even the shifting sands the mongrel that stood before him came from. They were far less in his eyes than simply tainted souls. The figure that stood before him was nothing more than a sand ridden mutt leashed by the machinations of a master that knew not what they had sewn by sending this woman before Oyuki. She protected her exterior with her heirro however what was she going to do about her internal being. The moisture that made up her entire well being. Whether they were dead or alive in the metaphysical sense their bodies were a thing of wonder no matter how one perceived it.
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Where she thought herself before a blitz among Oyuki’s snowy mist she could find her bones becoming brittle. The very fabric of her being becoming a sculpture amongst the ice leaden battlefield he so graciously created. Where she found herself attempting her act of folly she could find the very fibers of sinew and bone within her physique despite the soul king's essence she became frozen solid. This wasn’t because she was a victim to Oyuki's bankai in its most aggressive sense but she was a victim to its most basic principle. One couldn’t run from it, they could only dread the cold bite of winter as it became apparent the moment she found herself attempting to blitz Oyuki’s previous position. Her body likely gave her the euphoria of success as her mind played the mental game of checkers she so eagerly hoped to win. Moments ago the icy blade of Oyuki’s wraith bit her neck and despite her efforts of merely attempting to protect herself with her spiritual energy and raw power of the soul king alone she could not foresee the outcome that followed. The blade bit into her flesh and like a viral infection took hold of her internal essence. The reduction of the external wound simply wasn’t going to be enough to quell what came in exchange for her bravado. The ice that entered her very being reduced her cells to a crawl. Her very blood became subject to the chill his blade had previously offered. The wound sealed shut and the venom now coursing within her very form as she so eagerly moved to defend herself. Among it all she would the layers of skin and armor that made up her being brittle to the touch. The shrinking she had done was only a true byproduct of the cold itself. Where heat caused things to expand whether that be wounds, blood vessels, and metal alike. The cold caused these things to contract, shrink, falter under the pressure of their frozen reality. Where before the ice came from an external source this came from within. Her body the perfect host for the frostbitten hellscape for Oyuki to call his own.

His image within the ether of the seireitei filling a void unbeknownst even to the woman who found herself attempting to defend against the onslaught of attacks that were on the way to meet her form. A nightmare graced her in response however. The ice that coursed through her form turned her into a sculpture in motion. Her physique became nothing more than a stationary target for those that descended upon her. This woman had gone so far as to attempt to defend against an external wound and had forgotten the internal destruction the blade laid upon her very essence. Oyuki’s form emerging several meters away from the confrontation at hand as their collective onslaughts would find their marks. Her back would be met with the undeniable force of Hideo’s bankai. His fist making contact with her now brittle form with nothing more than serenity as reality set in. He would likely find under the weight of his blows alone her brittle form would crack and begin to crumble as the multiplier of his bankai rippled throughout her form. As for Tomi’s own attack she could find the effort needed to sever the beast head was nothing more than effortless as it bit into her brittle form and no sooner found itself sliding clean through the other. The two of them had effectively worked in tandem with another resulting in a devastating attack from the pair. Even the sound of their attacks were silent amongst the cold darkness that was afforded them all by both Oyuki and Tomi alike. The woman’s form was victim to an onslaught a pedestal above what simply facing the icy lieutenant of fifth division could afford on his own only quickening her death by leaving her helpless among the frozen hellscape. His words silent on the air but had this woman had the visual acuity to read lips she could find Oyuki’s words bone chilling.

“Winter is inevitable, just as death is promised…”

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