o1 - SEEING RED | closed

One of her Fraccion made their way over to her and whispered something into her ear. It was a tall male, lanky, with one eye, much alike herself in that regard. Though he only was in possession of one eye, he was very much a sensing type and pointing out such a strong presence was second nature to someone whose strength was mostly exchanged for that sole perk alone. Carrla nodded slowly in response, and felt around with her own capabilities to locate the individual. She wondered what such a titan was doing here, and with the current relation between the two factions, promptly assumed that this was some form of attack.

Employing Sonido¹ to moving rapidly towards the target, she appeared about ten meters above them. She fixed the spirit particles underneath her feet to remain stationary, appearing to stand on the air itself. Well, someone here decided to ender her lands without asking, enemy territory, without the aid of any other Shinigami? It was only natural the albinistic Arrancar greet her properly. After all, she was the guest here, so why wouldn't she? It was proper etiquette!

Pointing towards her, a small orb of concentrated red appeared at the end of her index finger.

"Cero."

She then proceeded to launch an impressively sized Cero² towards the unnamed target. It wasn't her Gran Rey, but it was still extremely formidable, being an Espada's cero. She expected the woman to be able to handle that much, but she wouldn't mind if she killed her with just that. After all, she was just another failed creature of God, that needed to be exterminated.

"Welcome to Valle de Los Caidos, shinigami whore!"
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Sonido¹, Cero²

"I bet I'm not the first to call you that, of course. Maybe I could have some fun with you before eradicating you completely."

Carrla didn't know what she meant by a "show", but there was no way she could truly trust a random powerful Shinigami who decided to barge her way into her Kingdom without any sort of notice. There was no armistice between the factions, or them personally, and she didn't even know her, and she came in her Kingdom and claimed that there was something to arrive at her lands? Just how stupid did she think she was? She wasn't going to give her time to prepare her attacks, or sabotage whatever she was here to sabotage, she was obviously going to rid of her right here and now.

She laughed when she seen the blade extracted from its sheath. As if such a device could even manage to pierce her Hiero in its pathetic state. Should that thing come near her, she would enjoy snapping it in two halves and driving it into both orifices available between the wenches legs. Without further ado, she used Sonido once again to appear before the brunette, and through her fist forward towards her with all of her ungodly enhanced strength, aiming it straight towards her mid-section. If she could connect with the attack, it should temporarily paralyze their diaphragm, knocking the wind out of them. With the force behind the punch, it'd likely rupture a whole lot more of that, too.

"I see your toothpick became a slightly larger toothpick."

Whenever she seen a shikai, she felt that perhaps it was now at a level where her current form could possibly have some difficulty with it, but she who viewed herself to be a God, she could be wrong. Then again, her hierro was extremely formidable, being one of her strongsuits as an Arrancar over everything else. If this individual intended on doing any sort of substantial damage to her, she was going to need a lot of firepower, and who knew if what she just did was going to suffice whatsoever. Either way, despite having good offense and defense, she was lacking in the skill department, bearing only abilities such as bala, cero, and her physical capabilities. So it was a game of cat and mouse.

"But really, are you just going to do nothing but run? Pathetic."

Pointing her finger, a red orb appeared before her index finger once again, and she fired yet another massive cero in the Captain's direction. If she didn't gain a kill from this fight, she would at least get to scope out a powerful shinigami's abilities, and it would mean that much more should she meet her again. Despite the presence of a shikai, she still was more or less playing with her, seeing as the shinigami did not appear to be assuming any sort of offensive. Her lips curled into a smile, and she could not help but chuckle.

"Crazy bitch, waltzing into enemy territory preaching about the arrival of whatever."

Whever she relocated to, which she definitely assumed she would, she started to casually walk towards her.

"Before you is the sixth Espada, Carrla Vargas. Tell me why you're here, and I might not kill you yet."

“It really is such a shame fate has made us enemies…”

Another cero was avoided. That went without saying. If her opponent was so weak that they couldn’t elude an attack of that level then they wouldn’t have made it this far. She licked her lips and looked at the relocated shinigami with an amorous gaze.

“I have a thing for the strong ones.”

The woman was still being vague. Apparently, something was bound to happen. So, if something did happen, then she’d deal with it then; there was no reason, with the little information she got from the brunette, not to try and kill her in the meantime. Or at the very least beat her into submission and take her hostage. A bargaining chip, if you will. And a cutie like her? She would have lots of fun.

She wasn’t sure if she had ideologies regarding races. Carrla didn’t care about much aside from inducing mayhem and slaughtering people; usually what she happened to be killing mattered very little to her as long as it stayed in line with servitude to whoever she was serving at the time. So beating up and having her way with a pretty little thing like that? Mmmm…

“You won’t hit me by running away. Avoid damage as you will, you cannot scathe me with such cowardice. This is merely a word of advice in exchange for the information you’ve given; an eye for an eye. Don’t be boring.”

Using Sonido once again, she rushed towards the brunette, and threw her fist forward as hard as she could, once again aiming to send her flying from the sheer force alone.

“You’re not worthy of my full power. I want to keep this form even if you use bankai, because then you could possibly be somewhat of a challenge.”

Carrla considered it a foolish move to actually allow her to engage her in close quarters combat. Being up close and personal was her domain, not anybody else’s, and if she truly thought that whatever sorcery was behind that pig-sticker was going to help her one bit when it came to fighting her up close, she knew she certainly had something coming. The Zanpakuto had a nice little sticker on it called a dial that, unless it was just stuck there for the purpose of aesthetics, made the purpose of the ghost cutter somewhat obvious. She smirked. What a poor choice of design.

Shinigami always felt that Hollow, when it came to intellect, were inferior, and Carrla knew that was what was exactly going to give her the advantage – being underestimated. Attempting to lure her into some kind of frenzy with petty insults, as if she wasn’t the sixth Espada, a seasoned blade of death who aided the Godking in attaining victory in the past. Who was this? A mere little girl trespassing in territory she shouldn’t be in, with a flashy ghost cutter and a patronizing disposition.

All she did was open up her fist and catch the blade instead of allowing it to trace over her arm. The fact it didn’t draw blood boasted the sheer strength of Carrla’s hierro. The nerves and muscles in that arm would be decelerated, but she already caught the blade, so that would do little for the shinigami. It seemed to weaken existing motions, not weave its away out of unbreakable grips, so from there Carrla merely pulled on the sword, thus pulling the shinigami towards her, and threw her other fist towards her gut as hard as she could.

With the slowed nerves and muscles, hauling on that blade to pull the shinigami back to her would be too difficult to do, because of the angle and the fleeting strength in that arm. Her pain receptors were nerves, and thus the sensation failed to reach her, though if it did surely it wouldn’t be that overpowering for the seasoned Espada. Well, if she wanted to be let go so bad, why not give it to her? So that’s exactly what Carrla did – she let go of the zanpakuto, and since Aki had yet to land with her feet on the ground, she should have been thrown rather violently in the direction Carrla pulled her.

And during that time when she was airborne, Carrla pointed at her with her good arm, and fired another Cero at her. Carrla knew the shinigami couldn’t move her body while in the air unless she got some footing on the spirit particles in the air, but the Cero wasn’t slow, so she felt that if she did evade, she would at least get nicked by it, and hey, that was at least progress.

“I bet you know all about exasperating yourself, slut.”

She withdrew her own Zanpakuto from its sheath, and simply held it out before her with her remaining good arm. A sickening amount of power started to emit from the albino, the atmosphere tinted red under the influence of her spiritual power, and even the shinigami before her should have felt a nigh debilitating pressure over herself as more of her power flooded out.

“I’ll tell you what you what you whorish, hermaphroditic fucking slug, you better use that bankai right about now, because you and I both know when I do this you’ll die if you don’t.”

Red energy started to course about the terrain light red lightning. She grinned.

“Crush,”

Her crimson irises constricted on the sea of white that were her sclera, which progressively were covered slick with a luminescent red…

"CIERVO VOLANTE! "

(Ciervo Volante; Spanish language name for " Lucanus cervus," or in English, "Stag Beetle,")

If the woman was nearby, she would be washed over and ravaged by a sudden rush of crimson, potent energy in every imaginable direction. It vaporized weaker hollow and structures instantly, and in the aftermath all that remained was a hulking seven foot humanoid stag beetle, a polished white with glowing red eyes, each step forward causing a quake and rattling the very kingdom itself.

“Come, girl,”

She laughed.

“Die a dog's death like your friends and your former leader.”