Southwest Seireitei

[dem0nzlust]

Michiya listened intently to what Taro had to say after he shared his insight, taking everything in. Taro was proving to be well-informed; he wished to delve more into it, but unfortunately, it seemed that circumstances didn't permit this. From the few old records he could scavenge, the records talked about the Soul King being split and most of his body parts lost, except for one. Rumor had it that it was protected by the Gotei 13, but which part and where it was housed remained a mystery he had yet to unravel. Listening to what he shared about Fullbringers was news to him and very valuable. He paused, looking toward the gigantic cocoon, wondering how they got their knowledge on the Soul King pieces and curious about which ones they possessed along with the abilities granted.

He followed Taro's gaze to the cocoon when he began to talk about the Soul King's eyes and the power they possessed. Just like the Captain, as they shared information amongst each other, Michiya began to piece together the knowledge he received and refine the strategy he came up with what he learned.
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”I have a better idea, if you can make that plan work, lock our enemies in here with us and keep new Garganta from opening up. This will still allow them to use Negacion still but at least we know if they do that then they are retreating. It will give us time to assess our damages and injuries and then we can unseal the latch on the Garganta and launch a counter invasion. How I would love to use the Kido Cannon to obliterate Las Noches, but such power would be considered overkill. Our invaders will be here for a little while longer, make use of the time you have and pray that it does not result in our death. Now, you are dismissed, there is nothing left to discuss between us, Lieutenant.”

After he shared the idea with Taro, further on a way to flip this invasion into a strategy to change their predicament. When Captain Taro started to share his insight on what he had to say, he took in what he had to say. For Michiya, it was never a question of whether he could make it happen, but a matter of when. He gave a look of confirmation of what the Captain suggested, then pulled out a holographic keyboard, typing at a rapid pace, already rerouting some of the 12th division energy and resources to start analyzing the signature of the Soul King parts they emitted. However, this plan banked on having the shinigami already engaged in battle to continue holding out, if not defeat them. He could see Nanami busy at work too, managing things at the 12th division, which allowed for Michiya to move freely, knowing they had guidance without him being there. The thought of using the Kido cannon was much so to study the results, but even he knew that cause great instability and severe damage to the balance that might not be fixable. The moment he dismissed Michiya, the 11th Division Captain finally made his move, which he was interested in observing. Multiple holographic monitors popped up, displaying visuals of each fight.
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“We’re heading to Thirteenth. They’re breaking. That ends now.”

As Michiya has already started setting the machinations at work, he caught word of what the 5th seat of the 11th division said. He had plans to go there as well with a white cloth unraveling from his sleeves, and before he could Shunpo off, he felt Michiya's hand on his shoulder halting his leave momentarily. He handed him one of the wristlinks to wear and showed the visual of the fight at 13th so he could act accordingly, and wouldn't be heading in blind without information. The cloth had already started to quickly surround the two of them with a different plan in mind, teleporting them both in.

"You will only get one chance to make this count, Takamura, but I will be securing the two injured retreat; we can't afford too many casualties. From what we gathered, the enemy manipulates water, but to what extent is unknown."

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Travel to the 13th Division​

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[Lovely Lady]

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The battlefield is ruined. Omoni, towering and barbaric, stood like a monolith among the fallen. Her breath, slow and measured, her eyes remained locked on her target—a swift and agile opponent whose ponytail whipped behind her like a banner of defiance.

“Don’t mistake this for respect. I just want this over wi—”

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Their clash was a storm of motion—steel squelching into flesh after the speed that Emillia had expected that woman to move at without the use of Jinnosuke's Shikai turned out to be just as fast as Hageshi had intended. Although Jinnosuke had taken the brunt of the Arrancar’s cero he was able to hold onto his senses therefore the chains of his Shikai provided her with the proper momentum she’d counted on to close the gap between herself and her enemy simply jumping away. The talons of Namakizu’s armor set true into Emillia’s ankle which interrupted the Arrancar’s initial transformation. —until Omoni found her moment.

The talons seized their quarry, the limb the ankle was attached to and tore it off skin and muscle and bone where it would be flung somewhere into the fray behind the reaper who had arrived to take what she was due.

“Show your true nature, Alquimista Engañoso!”

However,somewhere beneath that chaos, something stirred. In what could only be considered a desperate move, the Arrancar unleashed her true strength. The world snapped back to focus and Emillia’s body began to change. What stood then, now was something reborn. A tremendous explosion of pink reiatsu rocketed into the skies above signaling the manifestation of a power beyond what she had shown so far but Omoni was unaffected for a significant reason. It was a vibrant show of the Arrancar’s swollen power. Her face was twisted like a mutation filled with an abnormal amount of dangerous fangs but as her Zanpakuto lifted in order to aim a gleaming attack…

Everything for Emillia spun.

The world was a blur of sky and mud, metal and pain. Avoiding both and direct effects of the adversary's reiatsu by recoiling in motion, Her stomach would lurch as her body sans a leg was whipped through the air, dragged by her hair like a trophy. With a sudden surge of power, Omoni had kicked off the ground again, but this time she stayed low and got distance so that she then secured hold of the scourge’s pink ponytail and violently wrenched her off balance. With her claws entangled in the intricacy of the loosened braid, the force alone was enough to snap Emillia’s stance and expose her flank.

It didn’t end there, in an irately fluid manner, Omoni drove forward. With a brutal twist, she swept her opponent’s remaining leg from beneath her, sending the demon crashing to the ground. In the same motion, she wrenched the ponytail again, using it to control and disorient Emillia by manipulating it to spin the likely dazed fighter around only to slam her into the blood soaked dirt like a war hammer striking its mark. A magnanimous thud came from something heavy falling onto the ground from on high but the impact made by the Arrancar left a sizable crater for Emillia to lie in and think about what she had done, momentarily.

Wherever she intended to go, Omoni would maintain reasonable range and exert her domination of Emillia’s lengthy hair by tugging her in directions that would cause her attacks to be diverted and to fly off course all while being focused on skillfully avoiding retaliatory moves toward her, in which case, she’d thrash the Arrancar around and maneuver her in such a way that Emillia would be exposed to the assaults of her comrades.

She had no time to lament Yamazaki’s fall, or the death that she was reluctant to conclude had come about. Omoni was a warrior, battle was the only way that she coped with things that were difficult for her to accept and so to avoid those things she routinely threw herself entirely into the fights that encountered her.
Only yielding once her adversary was dead and broken beneath her crudely hardened fists. Devastation of the kind Emillia had graciously provided did not hinder Omoni's iron-clad mentality, on the contrary it honed her ferocity and amplified her focus. This battle was no different, there was no time to cry or scream the agony and thereby fury that was coursing through her veins until Emillia had been wiped off the face of the planet.

Until then, the monster in mourning would shed no tears, only blood.

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“Ban -KAI!”

The ground around her was beginning to steam, the mud drying and cracking with every passing second. The air thickened no longer with rain, but with heat. A heat that pulsed seemingly from the earth itself, heavy and suffocating. A deep orange glow began to bloom across Omoni’s back, tracing up her shoulders and down her arms like molten veins. Her gauntlets shimmered, the steel hissing as if resisting what burned beneath although even in this excruciating heat Hageshi did not so much as flinch.

“Shut up you Barraka looking whore! I’m gonna kick you in the PUSSY”.

It was as if her still rising anger had manifested the scorching heat and it felt like the world itself recoiled but it wasn’t born from her.

The heat surged tenfold. Out from the shadows strode her captain, a towering silver-haired figure draped in black and white, every footstep searing the ground beneath. The very air seemed to bend around him, rippling as if trying to escape his presence. Then abruptly With a single moment, the battlefield changed from an inferno to an age of ice controlled, precise, and utterly unforgiving.

The infernal heat was gone in an instant. One blink and it vanished, swallowed by a silence so sudden it rang louder than any roar she could have mustered. The ground, still scorched and cracked, began to pale. Steam froze mid-air. The heat gave way to a biting chill, sharp enough to sting the lungs. Frost spread like a creeping shadow, crawling across steel and stone, locking the battlefield in stillness.The wind itself seemed to freeze in place.

The temperature plummeted, unnatural and punishing.

But Omoni didn’t falter as she was unaffected by the attack of her Captain.

Where Emillia may have trembled, her breath remained steady, un-fogged. Her armor frosted over in jagged patterns, yet she moved steadily like she had always belonged in the heat and blizzard. Her hand, still tightly clenched in the Arrancar’s ponytail, remained firm as ice climbed her gauntlet.

“Don’t matter if it burns or freezes, I ain’t lettin’ go.”

Behind her, the captain stood with an outstretched hand, his control absolute. The inferno he’d unleashed now inverted, becoming a cold so profound it bent the world to its will. The battlefield was no longer fire or blood but it was silence, ice, and the iron grip of Omoni, untouched by the cold.
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“Bankai-”

The battlefield was breaking apart. Frost bit the air, Omoni stood with her enemy still trapped in her grip, and the tide of battle seemed frozen both in time and fate. At an earlier time, somewhere in the distance, steel clashed and voices cried out. But one voice hadn’t returned. One fighter hadn’t risen.

Jinnosuke.

He had been there fighting beside Omoni, laughing like a man who didn’t fear death. Then came the blast, the cracked earth, the sudden collapse. He fell into the pit mid-battle, swallowed by rubble. Omoni saw it happen, she saw the light leave the crater, and she thought that was it. But she should’ve known better.
A sudden shock wave split the ground. From the heart of the ruined pit, stone and ice exploded upward in a geyser of force. A golden extraordinary energy had enveloped Yamazaki in the only way a Bankai worthy of him could.

"You wanted a war, Hollow? Then face it. Face the pride of the Seireitei! Shinsei no Hokori! (神聖の誇り, Sacred Pride)”

There was no grand resurrection but an unexpected return for all but Hageshi. Somehow in her heart she knew Jinnosuke couldn’t be dead or perhaps it was a hope she refused to let go of. Truthfully, Omoni wasn’t aware that her intervention by way of her Bankai’s ability had sequestered Jinnosuke’s triumphant rebound because this was the first time that she had unleashed Namakizu’s final power.
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”All is gone, All have fled, Show them the peerless flame, Zougeiro!”

Omoni’s grip tightened on the fighter’s ponytail, boots planted firm in the frost-bitten ground. Around her, the battlefield was scarred by power, rage, and warfare. Beside her, Jinnosuke stood blazing with new strength but then above her, the sky began to glow.

A light—fast and ferocious caused Omoni to glance up although she did not let the position of her opponent out of her mind. A streak of white fire tore through the clouds, leaving trails of heat that curled the air. It was too fast to be a spell. Too graceful to be a falling weapon. Then she saw her. A complete stranger as were nearly all of the tenth division’s members to Omoni, but welcomed nonetheless.

”Ichi, Ni, San, Shi, Go, Roku!”

A blur of blue locks and white flame, her form was wrapped in arcs of fire that didn’t burn her and they shined. She came down like a comet, eyes locked on the chaos below, blade drawn in streaks of flaming steel. The sheer force of her arrival split the frozen air, and when her feet hit the ground, they didn’t crash but they ignited. White flames burst outward in perfect columns , carving a perimeter around the enemy.

"She looks like a star…" Omoni thought. “Not fallin’, but flyin’.”

The white fire didn’t spread wildly. It moved with intention, rising into towering walls, burning bright. Like the ice and heat before, Omoni and those within the confines of her Bankai were entirely unaffected. The Arrancar’s escape routes vanished under heat that threatened to vanquish her own Captain’s frostbitten ice. The flames didn’t roar. They hummed a low, steady thrum that vibrated in the bones. A silent oven forged of ambition but the heat wasn’t wild—it was focused, like Kuwashii herself.

Omoni glanced back at Kuwashii- ever vigilant , just for a second. No salute. No words. Not even a nod. Only a mutual understanding that she was there to aid them. That was enough.

“Y’all better stay inside these towers if ya’ wanna live! I think they’re important ‘er some shit!”​

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>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia -> Kazuki -> Jinnosuke -> Jushiro -> Kuwashii -> Omoni <<<<<​

 

[Elk]

While she had been grabbed, her body began to react to the aggressive slamming. Each time she met the ground, she hardened her Hierro—each slam mitigated, though pain still surged throughout her entire body. A challenger, this brute, but still she held steady—despite the spinning. Her eyes tracked each tower, no matter where she was swung.

Her eyes closed for a moment. The thought of firing a Cero crossed her mind—where would it go? Who knew? It would be a bad waste of energy. Though one thought remained—why would this female brute allow her to fully turn?

Heat began to increase around her, and her body began to adjust, still hardening her Hierro with each impact—until the ice swallowed her whole. Now frozen fully in ice at absolute zero, most Arrancar would find themselves in a dire situation. Emillia’s body, however, was different. She discovered early on that her body could adapt to the elements it came into contact with.

Her body had already adapted to the ice—it had become one with it. Her image within the pillar began to vanish, leaving only a lingering remnant in Omoni’s hand. But even that began to transform into the very ice that had engulfed her. Thanks to Omoni’s insistence on holding onto her hair, she'd triggered something far more dangerous than brute force.

The towers could heal Omoni—but they could not remove the status effects. As the ice began to travel across Omoni’s armor, she would feel her skin freezing instantly. Direct contact with Emillia’s hair-turned-ice was now rapidly spreading across her body. Having been sweating from the heat of Jushiro’s presence, the sudden switch from inferno to absolute zero caused her skin to fuse to the armor. Her blood expanded, then retracted, as the towers tried to undo the damage. Though Omoni may have wanted to let go, she found herself unable to.

Her joints locked—her body no longer obeyed her. The freezing spread through her arm, down to her fingers, and her muscles began to seize—freezing instantly under the chill. The metal armor she wore only accelerated the spread, acting as a perfect conductor for the cold. Her body became the secondary point of contact, and with each passing second, the ice crept deeper into her core. Any attempt to move would be futile; it would be like trying to stretch a frozen bandage—it would simply snap, tearing the flesh it clung to apart.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

One tower began to crumble as the temperature in Omoni’s body dropped colder and colder. Still, she held on, even as Jinnosuke rose from near death. Omoni’s blood had frozen and expanded within her body, thanks to the absolute zero temperatures searing through her. And again, another tower crumbled. Each second was guaranteed death for those who could not adapt.

The pillar Jushiro Izanagi had formed around Emillia now began to crack from both the inside and outside—until it finally shattered. Jinnosuke’s Bankai, which destroyed everything in its path, helped Emillia break free. When the pillar collapsed, Emillia’s figure stood still—her eyes glowing pink, the only color aside from her clothing. Her body was translucent. Her gaze shifted to her halberd, now glowing in a hue different from her own.

She could feel herself being drained of spiritual power. Even the ice around her began to disintegrate—eaten away. Her eyes shifted over to Omoni, whose body was being consumed by absolute zero ice and simultaneously torn apart at the weaker points of contact. From what she gathered, his Bankai destroyed everything—regardless of friend or foe—and she was pouring out more Reiatsu than she normally would just to maintain her existence, while also keeping that cold aura present across the field.

Her eyes narrowed. She tugged her hair forward with enough force that Omoni’s hand broke off at the wrist—brittle and fragile from the ice.

“You held on too tightly, Shinigami. And for far too long.”

Once her ice braid was freed, she used Sonido, appearing 500 meters away from the Shinigami trio. Her gaze remained fixed on the female Shinigami, as the ice continued to work its way across her body. Another tower crumbled—only one remained, and it was cracking.


“That’s the first time I’ve ever felt that cold. I’m glad Cuerpo works well against him.”

“If I had to guess, her entire body should be frozen by now. She should be dead from how cold that was.”

Her eyes shifted to another Shinigami entering the fray. This one remained at a distance, but began to release white pillars of flame toward the destroyed healing towers Omoni had erected. The heat began to rise—rapidly. The water across a 10,000-square-foot area began to evaporate.

Omoni’s body began to thaw—dangerously fast.

Her cells started to vaporize—cell walls rupturing each second. She was bursting from the inside. The final tower broke. Her organs began to liquefy. That tower had been the only thing preventing outright rupture, but it wasn’t enough to save her from the water’s explosive expansion.

If she survived this, she would be severely injured from the drastic temperature shift—and down for the count. Without immediate rescue, she would die from the heat alone. And with Jinnosuke’s Bankai ripping through everything, only a professional healer could save her now.

To say Emillia was unaffected wouldn’t be accurate. She had begun removing ice from her body the moment the first white flame pillar rose—but it took time, and time was in short supply. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her left eye began to glow a bright pink—while her free one remained dull.

Still, she expended energy to hold back the heat. Her Reiatsu kept it at bay for now, but every passing second, the absolute zero ice across her body was being gradually removed.


If I had to guess… Jushiro controls ice. But that other ring of his? It’s something different.

As for the other… best to keep my distance.

That last Shinigami to show up… two elements I can work with.

Can’t get close to their Captain—not while he’s still here.

Guess I’ll have to use the spine to its fullest now.

Defensive measures… exploitation… destruction…

I wonder if Cordelia had success against her Shinigami.


Her eyes shifted to Jinnosuke while her finger lightly tapped her halberd, watching the three in front of her—and waiting to see what the fourth would do.

>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia ->Jushiro -> Jinnosuke -> Omoni

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[Jushiro Izanagi]

It would appear that Jushiro’s refusal to accept Jinnouske’s demise paid dividends. With his senses sharp as ever, the silver haired fox felt the stirring of the brute. Choosing not to celebrate this, Jushiro instead remained focused on the Arrancar, Emillia. Still, he had an appreciation for Jinnouske’s Bankai. That too was a spectacle, much the same as his own and that of Omoni’s. The masked one did sense a familiar Reiatsu signature heading their way. One which brought a sense of relief to him even as she plunged forth into danger. Kuwashii is alive and well and was eager to join the fray. Izanagi sensed the release of her Zanpakuto which brought him back to their last meeting. Kuwashii had expressed or rather demanded to be promoted to a seated position. That day took a dramatic turn and so the moment for any discourse passed by. Truth be told, he was unsatisfied with how things went and was also disappointed. Part of him wanted to berate the little star and send her away. He was being far too overprotective and in some ways it went against his nature. How else will Kuwashii ever grow? A thought ran through his mind.

“Fuck it. Do your thing”. ​

This was his silent approval and nod to Kuwashii and go ahead and being a nuisance to the enemy. Jushiro could only hope she doesn’t do anything too rash and show a little cunning. And that she did by inserting herself into the battle, effectively sealing off entry and exit routes. By now Jushiro had launched his attack against the enemy and was awaiting its aftermath. Watching Omoni in action against the enemy was quite the sight. Jushiro’s only interruption at this moment was his earlier attack. For now he would continue to prepare a countermeasure. His mind and body ready to react as to not be caught off guard by a stray Cero or another form of attack. At the slightest sign of danger, the silver haired fox will be on the move. The halo was still in his hand and the other had moved above Emillia as was intended. When Jushiro first arrived on the scene, he whispered words almost inaudibly. His opponent had even alluded to the use of kido as a possible trap. Jushiro had already completed a double incantation, but gave no indication of kido spells being imminent. It was prepared for later. Two spells of the highest order.

The temperature around Jushiro created a thick fog which obscured his body from the chest down. Kishhouten’s ceremonial garb was activated, the halo in his left hand was no longer in view of anyone. Jushiro was far from concerned about Omoni’s safety in this instance. Her stubbornness and refusal to bend is something he could always count on. That and in situations like these, fighting with such restrictions placed on himself would do no good to protect anyone. They all needed to be unwavering and that is what as their Captain he expects from his unruly brood. In the meantime, Jushiro Reiryoku gave birth to a kido spell which was channelled through his left hand and into and around the halo in his hand. This particular kido was separate from the spells in which their incantation was already spoken. Jushiro decided he wanted to let Omoni and Jinnouske provide him with the perfect opening before unleashing his assault. In a perfect world Kuwashii will deal the final blow. Throughout this whole ordeal the man remained vigilant. At the earliest sign of danger he will remove himself from the situation.

“This four versus one battle is kind of a hindrance. I gotta let them do their thing and act as a last line of defense. It is almost time for me to end this”. ​

Jushiro of course maintained a safe distance while contemplating his next move.
>>>>>Posting Order: Jinno->Omoni->Kuwashii->Emillia ->Jushiro<<<<<<

 

[Itami]

Jinnosuke’s mind raced, sharper than it had ever been. Even amidst the devastating display of spiritual powers clashing, he observed Emillia closely, his battle-hardened intelligence parsing details at an extraordinary rate. His gaze honed on the splintering golden crack he had caused earlier in her Zanpakutō—the source, he realized, of Emillia’s immense durability and adaptability.

Her Zanpakutō... it’s integrated into her body. Her Resurrección makes her one with the blade. No wonder she’s withstood so much.

As the twilight aura of his Bankai rippled outward, a field of eternal eclipse enveloped the battlefield. He saw clearly now: Emillia’s reiatsu surged desperately, attempting to reinforce her defenses, but it was futile. Her power hemorrhaged visibly from the golden fissure, spiraling outward in wisps of radiant energy.

No healing... Jinnosuke mused briefly, noting Emillia’s condition wasn’t improving despite the spiritual pressure. Omoni’s towering pillars—those imposing structures—emanated an unmistakable energy. But Jinnosuke immediately discarded the idea of healing from his mind.

Weapons can't heal. That's obvious. The simplicity of the logic satisfied him, reinforcing his confidence. Omoni was fierce, strong, enduring. That was the core truth. Whatever kept her fighting was beyond mere healing.

With swift, decisive intent, Jinnosuke vanished into a masterful shunpo, appearing instantly beside Emillia’s battered form as Omoni continued her savage assault. Golden chains glistened, coiling fluidly around Emillia’s legs, forming a tight figure-eight pattern with unerring precision.

He felt his own muscles ripple and strain with newfound vigor, empowered by wrath and pride, surging with monstrous strength. The emerald and purple hues of his reiatsu flared violently, his eyes now wild with unbridled fury.

Llending his strength to her momentum. The brutal force she wielded amplified by his interference. He could see Omoni’s armor and flesh freeze and glow red, then the radiant glow form that same healing aura, but it didn't concern him. She and was beyond tough, and that was enough.

Jinnosuke's massive arm looped tightly around Emillia's knees, securing her further. The golden chains tightened, splintering the already fractured structure of her Zanpakutō-infused, her Resurrección further. With an audible crack, her form buckled beneath his crushing strength.

Heat blistered his flesh, only to freeze and shatter immediately after, but beneath each rupture, fresh flesh emerged unscathed. Pain was nothing to him now—only victory mattered.

He bent Emillia's frame taut, exposing her torso and neck completely

His rage—a mirror to Omoni’s—had fully awakened, white-hot and consuming. The whites of his eyes shone through, reflecting his true, primal fury.

“Never again,” he snarled, his voice trembling with barely contained wrath. “You will never harm my division again!” The audible crack of Emillia’s torso signaled the immense pressure he applied, bending her taut as Omoni pulled relentlessly from the other end.

The Espada’s defenses, no matter how formidable, had now become fragile—vulnerable under the combined might of their assault. With his entire being, Jinnosuke wrenched Emillia’s body backward, fully exposing her—a perfectly clear target.

“Finish it!” he roared, a primal shout reverberating across the battlefield. His words carried all the force of his pride, transformed into unyielding wrath. This was his division, his people, his family—and he would see their justice served.

The shout he let out echoing out to the person intended, it wasn't his Captain, it wasn't even Omoni. It was to Kuwashi, who was blazing through with a clear point of impact. "Don't worry about hurting us!, Kill this bitch!"

10TH DIVISION
>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia → Jushiro → Jinnosuke → Kuwashi → Omoni → <<<<<

 

[Adonai]

Kuwashii was not here to witness or experience the losses of the Tenth Division when this Espada arrived. The pain in Jinnosuke’s voice tells her more than enough about the destruction they caused while she was comatose. Her foot slides back along the ground before propelling herself forward towards Emillia, the fire of her blade is dim with wisps of flames dancing along her body making a white fiery outline of her frame. She did not feel the cold everyone else was feeling at this moment, all she felt was the warmth of her own power she flew along the ground after propelling herself forward only to stop and send herself skyward, aiming to use gravity to her advantage in combination with the weight of her blade and her own strength to split this Espada open with searing heat. She felt no fear and no hesitation, had she not met with Oyuki and Kisho earlier she may very well be frozen in fear or even dead already. Emillia looked horrifying, she had a powerful presence to her but compared to Oyuki and Kisho who would have killed her for breathing incorrectly around them she is not something to fear.

A Strike of Reforged Conviction

She hangs in the air for a moment, staring down at Emillia as Jinnosuke presumably holds her in place for a follow up strike. This may seem like an eternity from the perspective of these gathered warriors but in reality the hangtime only lasts a few seconds before she swings her blade downward, flames erupting from the blade causing her to rotate once in the air. Using that rotation she flings herself down towards the captured Emillia using gravity and the rotation to accelerate herself at staggering speeds. Her blade is ready to swing, ready to burn the Espada away and to defeat the enemy but she thinks for a brief moment, adjusting herself mid fall aiming the point of the blade at the Espada’s torso as her free hand rests on the flat of the blade as a means of support, to guide it for what she plans to do next. The dim fire tries to rage on as she lets her body go lax for a brief moment. Those who saw Kisho perform Onibi against their former Lieutenant would have to do a double take, Kuwashii is trying to emulate Kisho Date’s Onibi form.

It is not mirror perfect, it lacks the grace and positioning of his form but the core idea of it remains there, like a crude tracing of it almost. The image of Kisho could overlap her own and it would become clear as day what she is trying to do. Having watched this technique performed repeatedly against her in her brief duel with Kisho, even going as far as to investigate the spot on where she first witnessed Onibi being performed she has a solid idea on how to perform this technique using the skills and strength available to herself.

Her lax form suddenly stiffens as her muscles contract while she thrusts the blade forward, the dim fire erupts moving ahead of the blade to strike at Emillia’s diaphragm, the location just below her lungs otherwise known as the Solar Plexis. The act of completely relaxing the muscles before engaging them is nothing new, many humans utilize this in sports, most notably Baseball pitchers. The sudden engagement of muscles causes an explosion of strength of going from zero to one hundred in an instant and for Kuwashii this means thrusting her blade with one hundred percent of her brute strength.

Should this attack land it would not be a perfect clean hole, it would be gory. Less of a stab and more of an explosive force blowing a new hole into this Hollow that would burn all in its path. This wound would not be cauterized, it would be carbonized as clothing, flesh, organ and bone are all burned by a flame that represents the pinnacle of heat in the universe. More than that it shows how amateurish Kuwashii is with this technique, the complete lack of finesse aims to create a wound only seen in horror movies. Caught as she is, how will Emillia respond to these flames? Will she underestimate this unseated Shinigami or has she planned ahead for this scenario?

 

[Lovely Lady]

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Why would this brute allow Emillia to transform into her highest form?

It was a Ressurection and undeniably the supreme self that an Arrancar was able to attain so why did that woman do nothing to stop this enemy from reaching a new pinnacle of power during the straits of the battle being waged?

The answer was as simple as the attacker and it was because there was no fear in her heart. Understand, there was no logic either. There was only the unfurled desire to inflict as much destruction that was inhumanely possible on who she was angry at the most and it just happened to be Emillia.

As the incorrigible heat engulfed them and Emillia adapted, Hageshi was still.
As the Sub-zero temperatures enveloped them and Emillia adapted, Hageshi was still.
As Emillia assimilated into the Ice in which she’d been entombed, Hageshi was still.

A stalwart statue, Omoni’s vice-grip stubbornly persisted and stayed latched onto the remnant of the Espada that remained until it had begun to creep across her body, spreading as rapidly as the temperature was dropping. Every inch of her armor was covered in sheets and sheets of ice until she quickly began to resemble a sculpture rather than a statuette but no movement was made in an attempt to escape her glacial coffin. No doubt fear had finally found its way into the monstros matron’s heart and she was too frightened to move for fear she’d suffer the fate Emillia intended for her. For all anyone knew, this could have been because her opponent’s unique choice of retaliation had been successful but unfortunately for the Espada, this was a far cry from the truth.

Surrounding them, a single tower began to crumble away although it remained standing. Those comrades within its confines were untouched by the assaults of their Captain, and were spared from enduring the harshness of it’s effects. They’d show no sign of succumbing to any of it nor the need to adapt as Emillia had been forced time and time again to do. As they did, more and more pieces careened into the ground, shaving away the longer the tenth were exposed.

Once the Espada had broken free from her icy prison and sought to wrench herself from Omoni’s hold she’d not find the freedom she’d expected.

“You held on too tightly, Shinigami. And for fa—”

"HOW'S THIS FER' TIGHT?!"

Instead, a far more powerful downward yank of her braid from an unbroken Hageshi would pull and bend Emillia prone and as suddenly as she had done so, Yamazaki’s brilliance joined her side. One of her arms had risen into the air while the other held on just as it had before.The two of them were a veritable nightmare for their enemies when they correlated on the battlefield. So long as Omoni was not trying to destroy him, like breathing, the two instinctively knew what to do and how to amplify one another’s skill and abilities in order to bring some of the heaviest of hitters down.
This was a fact, it was indisputable and there was no one left alive in the wake of their deeds to question it.

Even if she attempted to lash out with her arms Hageshi wouldn't budge, the chains of Yamazaki's Zanpakuto coiled tightly to restrain Emillia and as he used his own arm to fortify and crush her, this grapple was the cooperative maneuver that turned out to be just another one of their dirty tricks.

"Never again, You will never harm my division again!”

Hearing his commanding exclamation invigorated Omoni, already endowed with unbridled spiritual rage that was continuing to rise. Although Omoni was routinely oblivious to just about everything, there was one subject in which she shone vibrantly. Battle. Hageshi had taken notice of many things that had happened in the course of a signature thrashing and the few seconds that she had been subjected to the various elements brought on by her Captain’s Bankai.

The first had been that with every earth shattering impact from her hammering swings, Emillia had constantly reinforced herself. Whether or not this was done by utilizing an Arrancar’s basic but exclusive range of capabilities was lost to her, frankly because she didn’t care.

The second, was that the Espada was somehow acclimating to the tremendous heat and the excruciating cold but more importantly that she had not intermixed with both at the same time. When Kuwashii's fire overtook Jushiro's invasive ice, and Emillia Hageshi's suspicions were confirmed; At least to her. Granted, what Hageshi had determined was a gamble at best but a gamble in the hands of a fearless neanderthal was a catastrophe in and of itself.

"Don't worry about hurting us!, Kill this bitch!"

Yamazaki erupted at the shooting star that had broken free from the heavens and conjured her white-hot walls in every direction. With the both of them preoccupied with holding Emillia still, the next logical move would have been to enlist the aid of their final teammate. The girl Kuwashii was a young upstart, just beginning to develop her dynamic in the face of true horror and this was undoubtedly it. Omoni, a grumpy woman who Hakunetsu would remember as a rare face to be seen in the soul society. Only showing her face to unwillingly participate in drills their Captain had deemed necessary and even then, the truant grouch would disappear to parts unknown before she would ever train with the other officers. Some had said this was because she thought herself better than the rest, it was the reason she spent her time in the human world rather than in the barracks with her fellow Shinigami.

Staring back at Kuwashii now through the flickering flames it’d become evident that she refused to spar with her division members because if she had they’d have ended up brutalized. There, in the thick of it the monster was and had always been on Kuwashii’s side and now vied just as fervently for her involvement as Yamazaki was. She was their equal in the pair’s eyes and they needed her help. Hageshi didn’t have to say anything, Jinnosuke had said enough for them both.

Yes, they needed the luck of a shooting star.

Right when Kuwashii’s flaming attack would come down and connect, Hageshi made a move of finality of her own. Taking the gamble she had made, her armored arm that had once been raised too contracted in that instant and fell like a guillotine, meaning to slice the Espada’s head from her body. The crude cut would bisect through damaged Hierro with wild force; that fortitude had been and was still being siphoned away at an alarming rate.

How was it that this was possible? Hadn’t Omoni been scorched and frozen to death because she was not protected from the effects of the elements she’d been ravaged by?

The elementary answer was no. Emillia had been mistaken.

The damage that would have been done by the effects of the intense heat and cold was circumvented by the ability of her Bankai. Any and all damage done within its field was healed and absorbed into the towers she had erected. Though they took the damage and showed it by falling away piece by piece while the fight commenced. Emilia’s intuition was wrong.

This was why battling an enemy that one knew little to nothing about was so dangerous. It was why confronting and challenging shinigami otherwise counted out as worthless as helpless as ants was unadvised. It was the bane of the battle for all who partook, it was a wager that all participated in and it was one that Emillia had lost.

A moment’s hesitation could sometimes be the end of a warrior in war. Terror often stayed hands and provided openings for adversaries but there would be no such opportunity for Emillia to exploit from the beast that was Omoni Hageshi.

That woman feared no being, be they her death or her destiny long before she had been bestowed a power that had made this universal fear irrelevant.

All of the while, their Captain had taken a backseat in the proceedings and this was acceptable. The way the tenth division performed their deadly dance was just a show and validation that his efforts in leading them had not been in vain. Besides, the captain was the last line of defense in all situations otherwise what did he have his army for? As long as they were around, what ever she was in a hurry for, she'd never get to just as she'd never get to their captain.

Would the Espada’s exhaustion of her Reiryoku during the showy expulsion of her exemplary Ceros married to the folly of her deductions and the domination of the might of the tenth’s unity finally be the demise of Emillia?​

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>>>Posting Order: Emillia → Jushiro → Jinnosuke → Kuwashi → Omoni → <<<
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[Elk]

"HOW'S THIS FER' TIGHT?!"

As Omoni came to push forward, she had found that from the shoulder downward would break and shatter—all that was left was her bone and muscle. How could it be? she might be wondering. Where did she go wrong? How could she have messed up this badly?

Absolute zero is best described as the heat death of the universe—temperatures that roll down to -273 Celsius or -459 degrees Fahrenheit. And that ice had been at that temperature. At this temperature, each second for those who could not adapt like Emillia would be subject to death. However, Omoni’s towers had worked overtime to save her life, but it came at a great cost—as that sudden movement would cause every bit of Omoni’s bones to break across her body. Along with her arm shattering, her vision would fade to black quickly as she fell forward.

“And for faaaaaaarrrr too long!”

Her Bankai armor? Broken and shattering on the side where the arm was held—even her helmet.
A devastating consequence for holding on far too long. It would have been better to let go the moment Emillia began to transform within the ice. Now, every bone in her body was broken, a missing arm, and a broken Bankai that would disappear as she faded out of consciousness.

And as Jinnosuke would use Shunpo to close the gap, he would hear a static hum—and her form was gone from his sight. Those golden chains never did have the chance to squeeze tightly around her legs. His only view was Omoni collapsing onto the ground. Meanwhile, Emillia had been 500 meters away from the Shinigami, watching—as she now could see Kuwashii.

“That blue-haired one. That would be young Kuwashii.”

Her eyes seemed fixed on the woman before her body would flicker and disappear. Static hummed between the trio, and around them, as she had been moving herself to travel faster, and faster. Each step took her to a different spot between the two; every other step had her change mid-direction, allowing her to maintain both images at once. With her constant movements, she even made her way around Kuwashii several times—though no image of her could be seen.

Her next appearance could be seen right in front of Jushiro’s fog, her hand glowing black and pink as it came barreling toward his throat. Yet static could be heard buzzing around him—and Jinnosuke. At the same time, she could be seen right behind the green-haired Shinigami, her fist still glowing and barreling toward his chest.

Both would notice that her form had returned to its normal state—with flesh and bone instead of ice. Her Zanpakutō left behind with the crack still inside of it, for it was merely a vessel containing her true form. Had it been destroyed, she wouldn’t have had the chance to release—but since it wasn’t, she had been given full access to her Hollow’s power and nature. She had been able to reinforce herself the entire time, thanks to her power increasing from the Soul King’s part itself. Combind with her movements she would be able to react to their movements due to the spine being allowed to act.

“I should thank you for that ice! It made things far too easy, and now your subordinates pay the price for your cowardice!”

“Still holding a spell!?! Should’ve launched that when I was in the ice!”

Her voice echoed throughout the three—each one seemingly distant from the trio—as the static from her Sonído continued to increase in frequency. Multiple Sonído static booms could be heard traveling around them.

>>>>>Posting Order: Emillia ->Jushiro -> Jinnosuke -> Omoni -> Kuwashi

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[Jushiro Izanagi]

Izanagi was proving himself a detriment to the environment and enemy alike. The freezing temperatures afforded by Kisshouten took hold of the area and beyond. Its embrace was designed to strangle the life from the opponent. That was his aim, but it appears that Emillia wasn’t such a simple case. Regardless, the tenth division needed to stand up and be counted. He still had confidence in his brood to at least make a significant dent in Emillia. One way or another, they must claim the life of the Arrancar. This may prove a little difficult but what fun would it be if it wasn’t? The difficulty appeared in the form of one of four towers belonging to Omoni crumbling and breaking apart. The masked one took note of the tower breaking apart, realising that only three of four towers stood. Izanagi remembered Omoni’s advice about staying inside the confines of the towers. And from what he could gather, damages done to Omoni were deferred to the towers. It is perhaps why she was still able to remain strong in the face of adversity. The tower fell as a result of Izanagi’s own attack. Kisshouten is quite the Zanpakuto, and very unique once you truly understand its capabilities.

Watching his subordinates in action was quite the sight to behold. It felt as if everything had slowed to a drawl as the events unfolded before his eyes. In the midst of it all, Izanagi was alerted to a very important piece of information. It now gave him a better idea as to what they were dealing with. The contents of the information was perhaps the Hollows' boldness. To think they would move to invade the Seireitei and cause such destruction. Izanagi found it suspicious and pondered the reasons for this new found confidence. And there it is, pieces of the Soul King. Just how did the pieces of the Soul King end up in their hands? This was a travesty and quite frankly, the Shinigami should be ashamed of themselves. And what of those squad zero? How could they have sat idly by and allowed this to happen? The silver haired man had many questions which needed answering. He was focused on Emillia now for additional reasons. Izanagi was trying to ascertain which piece of the Soul King she possessed.

He couldn’t allow himself to become distracted by this new information. What of Kuwashii, Yamazaki and Omoni? Did they receive the information as well? Whatever the case may be, it was now time to act and it needed to be swift. This information changes a lot and as such, while Omoni held on for dear life, with Yamazaki and Kuwashii offering help. A fox grin ever present on the surface of the mask, it had morphed to show his glee. He was disgusted by it all and at the same time curious. The influence of the ceremonial garb extended further. Making it so that if an enemy were to enter within a twenty meter range, they would be instantly frozen over at absolute zero temperatures. Despite his focus being on Emillia and of course his subordinates. He was scanning for outside influences. Meanwhile going on the hunt, he would find his mark one way or another. Emillia remained his target, his senses sharp, both through use of his Reikaku and his eyes to keep tabs on the enemy. Should the trio consisting of Kuwashii, Jinnouske and Omoni fail to take Emillia down. It still wouldn’t matter, he fully expected to leave his mark on the Arrancar, whether she was near or far. The halo in his left hand vanished from sight, as if being sent away but no one could sense or see where it would end up. It did not travel using the conventional means as one would expect of his Bankai.

As soon as the halo vanished, Izanagi’s left hand quickly retrieved one of the gifts given to him by Michiya. One of the organic spheres with a devious face was pulled from his garments, by which point the results of the confrontation between Emillia and the trio was nearing its conclusion. The outcome wasn’t Izanagi’s concern, only his reaction. Should an unforeseen attack whether by friendly fire or a direct attack come his way. The man will simply show his mastery of Shunpo and reposition safely away from harm. It was nearing the final act of the battle.
>>>>>Posting Order: Jinno->Omoni->Kuwashii->Emillia ->Jushiro<<<<<<

 

[TherosAestas]

Shinigami silently descended upon the Tenth Division, doing their best not to catch the eye of the arrancar on the scene. Though one shinigami had been there since his 3rd seat had given them orders. A handful of the shinigami split off to sift through the wreckage of Shiba Manor. Those that remained collected the fallen and injured of Tenth. At the head of the group was a man clad in all black. He directed them where to go, who to retrieve. To his men he didn’t appear to move, but he stood there alone one moment and in the blink of an eye he had the body of a man on his back, his zanpakuto strapped to his side.

The smaller group that sifted through the remains of Shiba Manor returned to his side, carrying the dead. Inei’s eyes tracked the fight before them. He’d love to see battle but his duty to the Eighth Division trumped his own selfish desires. Before their presence drew too much attention the squad disappeared, heading back toward their division.

For those engrossed in the fight, the body of their fallen former lieutenant was there one moment and gone the next. Inei carried the seated officer on his back as he hopped from rooftop to rooftop, making his way to meet up with her twin, Amaya before bringing the deceased to Eighth Division to have his identity archived.

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