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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Dec 31, 2013 19:07:31 GMT -5

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Post by yoshiro on Dec 31, 2013 19:07:31 GMT -5

Yoshiro had managed to stand against the torrents of spiritual energy released by the arrancar as well as his fellow taichou. Weathering the storm wasn't easy by any means, though as accustomed to battle as the elder taichou had been, he appeared to be otherwise unaffected. What plagued him more than physical strain was the realization that his wife wasn't anywhere near the battle. A double edge sword had been thrust through him. On one hand, his wife wouldn't be harmed in the chaos, but he still hadn't a clue to her whereabouts. It wasn't enough to ease his troubled mind, however he returned it allowed him to focus more heavily on his surroundings.

The quincy had been defeated, struck down in a flash with the use of bankai. Yoshiro could only shake his head, disagreeing with the use of full force without a more sound reason. Clearly the quincy could have been readily handled with at most shikai, but a full release of bankai was uncalled for. Not only that, but the damage caused wasn't noticeable by the naked eye. The arrancar who appeared wanted the quincy, and to take the prey of an animal never ended well. As expected, the animal turned his sights on the one that snatched his food from his jaws. Yoshiro sighed lightly, further shaking his head for the foolishness of his comrade.

"Excuse me," Yoshiro called out loudly enough to be heard by the arrancar, though he didn't sound very threatening. "I would like to ask if this situation could be handled more peacefully."

There wasn't a reason for the arrancar to accept, rather not one that Yoshiro could see. However, if there was a chance to appeal to something within him, it needed to be taken. The quincy had been the cause of everything going on, and there were more isolated battles still going on. While Yoshiro wished to avoid an unnecessary battle, he remained ready to defend himself against an opponent apparently stronger than himself. His blind eyes cast their gaze on the arrancar, letting him know he wanted his response more than that of his comrade.

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 1, 2014 23:39:27 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Jan 1, 2014 23:39:27 GMT -5

And in one fell swoop, the quincy that played a role in the original dilemma ceased to exist. The very fact that her spiritual signature disappeared confirmed that her flame had been extinguished. It was a waste really. Encountering a quincy wasn't something that happened every day, so even a days worth of research was valuable. Seijiro had effectively ended any reliable chance that a living body would be returned, yet weirdly enough, King held a desire for the woman's corpse.

But even now, the mighty Arrancar had released the brunt of his power and went through that of a transformation. As previous Espada had referred to it in history, the humanoid beast now stood in the flawlessness of his resurrection. Currently it amounted to three individuals that exhibited their power and presence, but the arrogant arrancar had the most notable effect by far judging by the damaged surroundings alone. With his childish warning ignored, the shinigami listened to Yoshiro's gentle motion for peace.

Initially, he paid no heed to Yoshiro and only grinned at this side of him. "Your words don't match your attitude when we received word that Izumi had been taken Sanbantai Taichou." he teased, knowing that love stirred up all sorts of uncalled for reactions. He didn't once blame Yoshiro, but instead sympathized with him by his little prodding joke. The shinigami only stuck his hands in his pocket before speaking once more to Yoshiro while concentrating on the skyward duo. He reached in his pocket and rolled a green pill in between his fingers confidently.

"Don't let the pressure get to you old man." he commented before tossing the pill in the Yoshiro's direction. Much like himself, he didn't doubt that the taichou would be able to resist the spiritual pressure. His actions were in case anything stronger came to fruition.

"Always take your vitamins Taichou."

That was the last of his words before the stage would take a minor change for both Seijiro and Alistar. Unlike the two, there was nothing superfluously aesthetic about his bankai in comparison to their forms, but his preparations had been lingering for some time.
Popping the pill in, his teeth clashed against each other as they devoured the spiritual pill and he continued to eye the source of the trouble that cratered the area.
For Yoshiro, everything remained true to his sight in terms of King and the other two warriors. The elusive shinigami had willed it so, and he remained outside of the realm of his influence. Not yet a target, but certainly able to join the two others given the notion.

Meanwhile, albeit a monent, the other two would find everything the same beyond any sort of visual sight of King's presence. Any spiritual trail he left had diminished as well, but for the most part he stood in the same position and looked at them both. Without any sort of warning, the two skyward opponents would become surrounded by a sphere of raging water. It engulfed the area around them with ease, leaving them solely able to see nothing more than each other in addition to the clockwise rushing water around them. The middle of the sphere remained untouched for the two to adequately breathe and fight. King had created the arena for the two to leave them without any recognizable exit to flee from one another.

It was undeniably intriguing to the captain to see how they reacted to the change in scenery and whether or not if they would mistakenly leave an opening for the other. Nonetheless, the quiet King had ordered them to fight to their death and it was in their best interest that blood was shed before he got bored.

"Lets just sit here and watch gramps. It would be dishonorable to interrupt Seijiro." he muttered with a grin of content, hoping that Yoshiro would reach the same conclusion. Though he and Yoshiro didn't have the same picture in front of them, he saw nothing wrong with enjoying the spectacle with his comrade.

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 2, 2014 9:16:52 GMT -5

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Post by SETA SEIJIROU on Jan 2, 2014 9:16:52 GMT -5

The angel did not fall.

Left hand reaching outwards to take hold of her own before she began her descent to the streets below, Seijirou took a moment to gaze at her, knowing what had been done. He had failed his mission entirely. The orders had been to slay the Quincy aside from one, and as Jingu wouldn't be able to hold herself back, it had been up to him to bring back a live one. Hina wouldn't be so happy with him... yet, he hoped that a dead body would bring some sort of satisfaction in itself. Thus, right hand crossing over to side as he unsheathed his zanpaktou once more, he allowed it to stab itself into the air, twisting it as though akin to a key being twisted into a keyhole.

The Senkaimon took form, and he tossed the body within, contemplating a brief moment.

It would be much easier for him to merely disappear from the scene right now- especially due to the Arrancar's rage at his companion's fall. Still, he knew that if he did that it would leave Yoshiro and King to have to deal with the aftermath, and even then, he probably wouldn't be able to get away. Transformation in itself ignored for the most part, Seijirou spared a glance at the Jigokuchō, speaking calmly. "Yeah, hi. I know your taichō is here and all, but I want to let you guys know anyway. Talk to Hina about the release of X666-333. On the same note, tell her it was a pleasure serving as a captain under her, and i'm sorry. Uh, send Jingu some of those rice balls I made before coming here, as well as some tea leaves— hers suck. Send Carmen a case of those dango she likes, and tell everyone back at the barracks that i'm really sorry. Make my funeral quick, easy and quiet, thanks."

The Jigokuchō— faltering for a brief moment would return to the Senkaimon, doors closing as it disappeared along with Phoebe's body. It would be then that Seijirou would turn himself round to greet the Arrancar, the male's words striking him initially as rather odd. The barriers previously set up shuddering, cracking, and finally shattering from the display of immense spiritual prowess, Seijirou held left hand over chest, speaking dully, "Gentei... Kaijo." Spiritual pressure rising as he allowed his full Ki to take effect over the area, it wouldn't be much in comparison to the Arrancar's own... but within held its own history and motive. King's display of power would go almost unnoticed as he allowed his lips to part in response.

"You speak of the pact being broken, and yet you do nothing to try and fix it. Just like a hollow to only care for death and destruction. In turn, I shall give you three options. One is to take me— or rather, us to your leader so we may sort things out diplomatically. The second is to turn away and return to your realm, as there is nothing more left for you here. The third however is something all the more devastating— I kill you, as much as I want us to be at peace, sir." Respect. Just as the Arrancar had previously wanted. Dependent upon the male's response and reaction, Seijirou would respond in his own way- one of two.

"You are arrogant," he'd state, stance of Seigan-no-kamae taken.

or rather...

"You've made the right decision. Thank you," sheathing of blade to saya made known.

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 2, 2014 12:06:38 GMT -5

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Post by alastar ullr on Jan 2, 2014 12:06:38 GMT -5

First came the white-haired captain talking to someone on the other end about his own demise, not to much of Alastar's own interest, and tossing the Quincy in there, once more not to much of his own interest. Once Alastar had taken into account that it was more then likely the Quincy would be dead or irreparable regardless, he did not wish to seek her out. She was a useless toy, something that was far too broken to be of use anymore, and something that for all intents and purposes, held no value anymore. A poorly cut jewel she was at first, and now she was nothing more then shattered pieces of such a jewel.

Now the air around him was ripe with energy, an illusion taking hold and phasing out the two more intellectual captains. While they could tout that there was no way to find them, which probably true for all intents and purposes, he could feel the reiroyku and reiatsu in the air, the nature of the technique itself. Alastar tipped his head back, his eyes closed for just a brief moment. "Mm. This scent, this feeling. It's like standing in a thunder cloud. So many dangerous possibilities that crowd around me, so many devious individuals." Alastar let out a long breath, the stale cold air feeding out from his mouth in a pout of steam.

Yet now the Captain did not reply with any of his demands but one. He did not hand over his Zanpakuto, he did not agree to take Alastar to his own leader, instead he countered with his own. Bring him to Luucio? The thought boggled Alastar, Who in their right mind would want to meet him? He'd kill you and eat you before you could ask him one question. So that one was out of the way, the only other option he had given was for Alastar to fight, which would have been Alastar's choice in the first place.

Bringing his head back around, Alastar swiveled on his foot, taking a front offensive with a very structured stance, his first foot planted hard in the ground, whilst his back foot keeping light and prepared to move. "For me to die would be for me to accept my humiliation. From me to resolve the conflict would be for me to give up on finding who started it." Alastar's gaze dropped onto the white haired shinigami with a new sort of feeling, one of unbridled bloodlust, one even higher then before as he recounted what was on his mind.

"I am arrogant. That is my aspect, I am Alastar Ullr, Cero Espada, the Duke of Arrogance, and the strongest Espada."

Alastar raised up a hand, energy twirling up around his body. It would therein burst skywards, blowing into a huge cylinder of malefic blue and yellow energies, which seemed to crawl around in the sky, warping it's very image as if paint had been smeared in a starry appearance.

"If you wish to fight me, come and die. If not, I will take your Zanpakuto as I once said."

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Tokomaru Shi’Kuyo
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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 2, 2014 13:04:27 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Tokomaru Shi’Kuyo on Jan 2, 2014 13:04:27 GMT -5

The Kenpachi's departing "Fuck You" was the first straw, he didn't much plan on their being a second spirit king forbid a third. It was immature of her to blame her own failure on another but being the cliché she was it was foolish of him to think it would have went down any other way. Still, her eyes being blown out made her decidedly less desirable and that jagged personality of hers complimented the look. Putting it out his mind for now he made a mental note to come back to; Juuichibantai were to be bound with bakudo on sight and left to their own devices until he and she came to an understanding.

Like that was really going to happen.

His return to the fight was abrupt he hadn’t missed much. Though the little he did miss was grand in scale. The arrancaru released his reiatsu upon the lot of them and there was a lot of it. A deeper realization came to him as the reiatsu came down on him. It revealed that his actual reiryoku was much less than what his pressure should have been yet his pressure now seemed boundless and beyond even the strongest and most dense pressure in soul society. In short, he was heavy but most of that weight was hollow and not representative of his actual strength. What strength he did have was still beyond theirs, on an individual basis anyway. If they engaged this being the four of them could likely overpower him but surely one if not two of them would be killed in the process. Not a desirable outcome especially when he didn’t fully trust any of them to see the fight through to the end.

The fact that his leader was dead meant he was in charge now, a fact that went unknown outside of the Kidōshū until now. He wouldn’t be helping third and twelfth very much but to dissipate the effects of a heavier pressure he released his own emerging from the bent light some twenty meters away from the arrancaru. No more hiding, his body ready to act and react to all stimuli. “Let’s all take a step back. Everyone keeps their own zanpakutō.” He projected his voice over the distance at not just at the espada but also his fellow shinigami.

He tried to speak his peace but should he have been interrupted with an attack, he was prepared. “I insulted you for knocking over buildings arrancaru, and making my job harder no more no less; nothing personal. I can and do apologize for being brash and a little arrogant myself its usually my first response but many lost their lives today unnecessarily.” He continued. “As Commander of the Kidōshū I hold the highest authority here. I have no real domain over these guys but they answer to a higher authority, while I do not. Now what’s this being tossed back and forth about the treaty being broken? On our side the Soul Society has issued no such order to end it.”

“So I ask you Allastar Ullr, Cero Espada... on whose authority or action was the treaty ended? How were you humiliated?”

Last Edit: Jan 2, 2014 18:12:06 GMT -5 by Tokomaru Shi’Kuyo: Coding Fix

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 2, 2014 17:38:40 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Jan 2, 2014 17:38:40 GMT -5

The perhaps most touching moment of the scene had been the Taichou leaving his fleeting thoughts in the breast of a Jigokuchō. No longer did Seijirou stand as the apathetic captain he had presented himself as in the council meeting. He didn't look too worried on the outside, but any experienced shinigami realized that the stress of death and success equally weighed on him. When the butterfly received the tail end of his message and fluttered off, it acutely floated towards the senkaimon in order to distribute his message. Just as it was about to take passage and deliver Seijirou's lovely final wishes, the very creature ceased its flight and lifelessly dived down into the rushing waters.

Carmen wouldn't be getting shit.

Rendered a victim of his all too real illusions, the typical duration of his sorcery had been greatly truncated given the mere subject was an insect. So it wasn't too surprising that the explosion of the creature's heart came effortlessly, though the others perceived the event just as Seijirou had planned with the gates clothing. That spelled the end of King's trifling for a moment.

Alastar raised up a hand, energy twirling up around his body. It would therein burst skywards, blowing into a huge cylinder of malefic blue and yellow energies, which seemed to crawl around in the sky, warping it's very image as if paint had been smeared in a starry appearance.

The raging waters felt differently on the matter. There wasn't any sort of image to be seen in the sky. The waters took precedent over the matter and if Alastar cared to inspect, the spherical water justifiably swallowed the burst of energy, expanding in reaction. Both Seijurou and Alastar would be able to see such, but only Alastar would receive the consequences of enraging the waves. In response, an appendage from behind Alastar birthed from the water and cleanly ripping his right arm from his flesh. The illusion catered to every sense that the arrancar retained, especially pain. To him the plentiful waters had sliced off his arm and swallowed it into their breast, leaving him with only his left arm to perform with. Only Alastar would see and feel the loss of his upper limb. Everything else according to the others remained exactly the same as before.

Additionally, the words of the Kido Commander would never reach the ears of the skyward opponents forcing only Yoshiro and King to hear the warning of his words to restrict their zanpakuto. But favorably, the shinigami amplified the question over the sound of the tides so that the arrancar could hear.
“So I ask you Allastar Ullr, Cero Espada... on whose authority or action was the treaty ended? How were you humiliated?”

The whole spectacle was the Superbowl and King held the remote at his fingertips. Of course if the Arrancar felt justified to answer, he would change or unchange it as seen fit.

Reluctantly, he acknowledged the Kido Commander and listened to his words. He spoke with a royalty that assumed everyone around him, even his comrades, were that of peasants. The Captain Commander had never announced that he too would accompany them to New York, so King was left to believe that he went with his own purpose.

"I don't recall Hinaai sending you here Kido Commander."

The malice in his tone had been hidden with a sincere inquisitiveness. Though King's interest in the battle above never lessened, he had gained a fresh interest in the Kido commander while surveying the fight above. Memories of the interruption in the Council Room resurfaced along with the agitation he unknowingly carried to these Gotei 13 events.

Did he require a reminder that they were a separate branch?

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 2, 2014 20:12:31 GMT -5

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Post by SETA SEIJIROU on Jan 2, 2014 20:12:31 GMT -5

He did not falter.

Rather, hearing his opponent's words and showing no sign of weakness to his enemy's reiatsu or anything of the like, he countered the vastness of the male's with his own, courage and convition filling the dread around him. This day he may die, though he die with goal in mind and will to live another day. He would not hold himself back- rather, he would go and do what needed to be done. Thus, spiritual padding underneath soles solidifying as he parted lips to allow large below to escape, his reiatsu seemed to explode from around his form, barriers yonder shuddering- though not breaking.

"Gi! Yū! Jin!"

Sheathing of blade made known— quick and going by unnoticed unless gaze did not leave him for even the slightest moment. He shot himself forth in utilization of Shunpo and aimed to bring himself closer to close the distance between he and his opponent, unsheathing his blade at nigh instantaneous speed. Aim made to cleave through the Cero Espada at waist, his utilization of his Gi technique gave his blade its saw-like edge in conjunction with the reishi that surrounded it. Even if he wasn't able to break through his opponent's Hierro— as well as his Hierro Aura first off, he'd be able to— through the conjunction of these various techniques break through in seconds to moments, no sense of fear radiating off his form.

He did not know that his fellow captain was aiding him with his illusions. Rather, he kept himself merely focused upon the task at hand, and what he needed to do. One of them would die this day, and it would not be he.

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 3, 2014 11:01:55 GMT -5

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Post by alastar ullr on Jan 3, 2014 11:01:55 GMT -5

Down went Alastar's arm. Yet a flinch nor a flicker of emotion crossed Alastar's face, for he was fully aware that it was an illusion in this moment. With both his ability to sense something distinctly wrong inside of his body, along with his Hierro Aura neither breaking off from the arm in question or wavering, Alastar only flickered a grimace at the empty feeling which now made up where his arm was. He didn't speak up about it however, for he was only mildly interested in what could only be a bankai-release equivalent, for it was rather potent. He could smell the copper blood, he could not see his arm, he could not feel it, he could feel the pain however. It covered all of his senses, other then his spiritual one, which for most wasn't much of a problem, but because of how strong Alastar's reiatsu remained to be, he had to store all of it somewhere, so he often time stored a majority of his reiatsu in his body, and as thus could release and use it at will. This response from what was some sort of unseen force would have made him lose a good portion of reiatsu, which he did not.

Next came the attack from the actual opponent there, or was he? Honestly it didn't matter either way. He had closed the distance at surprising speed, however it was overrated, considering Nabill packed twice the speed with twice the reiatsu pool. Alastar's eyes narrowed down on the incredibly close range Shinigami, in which Alastar simply released a huge amount of reiroyku, which consumed everything from itself out, doming out with intense speed. This technique, Fury of the Asura, would decimate Seijirou if he didn't expect it and had no innate armor, possibly shattering his skull, legs, chest and ribs with ample ease, all the while carrying him out one hundred meters past Alastar at mach-speeds before shooting him out for however far his body would fly for, probably near five hundred meters. Even if he had blocked the blast, which in consideration that Alastar's reiatsu size made it more-or-less easy to consume most techniques and destroy them, he would still be carried the distance as if met with a moving wall which would not break, however when the wall came to a stop nearing one hundred meters, it would be incredibly easy to stop himself.

Last Edit: Jan 3, 2014 11:03:03 GMT -5 by alastar ullr

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 3, 2014 13:24:11 GMT -5

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Post by LUCAS GRAYSON on Jan 3, 2014 13:24:11 GMT -5

The armor clad hero was forced back even further as others joined the fray. The angel was struck does in a vibrant display of energy and combat, and when the more sinister looking man became relevant, things grew even wilder. His HUD continued to zoom in and trace the combat though, feeding his brain more information than he cared for. He was left with a single thought, "Shit... I'm in way over my head." And with that he fell to his bottom, and leisurely watched, absorbing the knowledge and teaching himself.

The combat was intense, yet Lucas' eyes absorbed each and every one of their movements, the subtle shift of items between two, the technique of swords swung. Even if he didn't care for it, his mind consumed the actions, learning and adapting to them. As the fight would continue, he would begin to memorize each and everything these fighters did, able to replicate it with impeccable precision.

Last Edit: Jan 3, 2014 17:09:21 GMT -5 by LUCAS GRAYSON

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 5, 2014 13:26:34 GMT -5

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Post by Tokomaru Shi’Kuyo on Jan 5, 2014 13:26:34 GMT -5

He tried his hand at diplomacy. It was the method he preferred to outright conflict his prior insult to the espada had been a slip-up; an out of character occurrence.

His questions set up to allow the arrancaru to leak information on his motives here went unanswered. It seemed the waters created by the other shinigami raged on too strong to allow his words in; the arrancaru didn't even acknowledge that he had been asked any questions. A slight flex in the Tokomaru's reiryoku and the prior markings on his arms were reactivated. A hollow square of light appeared back and to the side of him. Tenteikūra would create an unbreakable connection this time directly to their minds, something his direct vocalizations could not do. The espada would hear him this time regardless of outside interference. They would all hear him.

King.. current genius leader of the twelveth squadron, because there was always a genius leading the twelveth squadron, seemed to imply he had a problem with the commander's presence there. If not a problem, just a curiosity. The implication wasn't in tone however. King seemed quite even in his temperament but men as seemingly intelligent as him had to have known they were separate organizations. He had no right nor authority question anything Shi'Kuyo or the Kidōshū did when said things didn't endanger him nor his division or the rest of soul society. He replied to the addressing captain but his eyes stayed affixed on the espada, tenteikūra at work.

"I don't recall needing your superior's permission to come... King-taichō." His own tone was just as even, in fact it mirrored the captain's perfectly which in itself was indication that he wasn't here to pander with any of them, least of all the ones that should have been working with him, not questioning him. True enough this was a gotei thirteen operation but the soul society was bigger than the thirteen court guard squads. He'd only come to put up the barriers but now that he was here he would do what he could.

Seta-taichō lashed out quickly and the cero espada responded in kind. With but a flick of his wrist Shi'kuyo willed to life a condensed wall of reiryoku formed between the two of them. Danku, the oft used and straightforward binding spell. Erect and unwavering it wouldn't be enough to outright negate those incoming attacks likely given what it was against it would serve to absorb the damage from both attacks if only to keep either from being fatal. Really, it was a mere cushion in favor of Seta's protection.

Shi'Kuyo was a flexible man and in moments like these he found he would do seemingly disagreeable things to keep the peace. The Cero clearly had a fixation of some degree on zanpakutō in response Shi'Kuyo sought to appease him. The Commander concluded giving up his own could be a foothold into the lot of them getting out of this without further bloodshed. As such, he continued. "I wish to speak to you Allastar Ullr. If my zanpakutō is the price of that audience, I offer it to you freely." It would be hard to convince the espada to agree to speak with a shinigami while other shinigami were still attacking. If the arrancaru agreed to speak but the captains didn't let up, it wouldn't bode well for any of them, himself included. Despite his call for conversation over conflict he wasn't going to over look who he was dealing with, especially at this proximity. He readied himself to be attacked, as that was the worst possible outcome.

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 5, 2014 19:06:04 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Jan 5, 2014 19:06:04 GMT -5

There wasn't any sort of visible reaction of pain after the limb of the arrancar had been ripped from its original placement. Instead of infuriating him, it only egged on the taichou to play more with the web he had weaved. The Cero Espada hadn't taken any notice of the leaking appendage or didn't really pay it any attention. So from what King gathered, he really lived up to his reputation as one of Las Noches few elite. Not that he had heard anything specific about him, but those that held the Espada title were rare in numbers for a reason. Every opportunity that the Espada lingered on was just another chance to study him. The whole scene above was the equivalent of an episode of National Geographic for the scientist.

With his bankai unleashed, the shinigami didn't tremble in the face of danger. In fact, Seijirou dashed right at the fiend with his blade unsheathed in an attempt to cut him down in a single blow. Though undoubtedly brave, King had found the direct attack he pursued foolish and quickly found that he was correct as an aura extended from the Espada's core. Had it not been for the timely interference by the Kido Commander, then Seijirou would have devoured the spearhead of the attack judging by King's perception. The shinigami visibly had the defense of his armor, but King didn't know how strong the defense was in reality.

But King's sorcery resumed into overtime with the newest craft that he brought to life for Alastar. A limb had already been sacrificed to his cause with the Espada continuing to truck on. This time there would only be the splurge of blinding lights for a split second. A collision of two spiritual tanks raged at the foe and forcibly sandwiched the Espada before dispersing. Unlike the previous spell, this one targeted the very bones beneath the skin that made up the Espada to forcefully accelerate their aging into dust. He had even accounted for the rigid hierro that those of his status donned.

That being said, he heard the words of the Kido Commander and saw the interruption being made in the fight by his spells. Skillfully, he had declared that he didn't need the permission of the Commander to come. It was somewhat expected and he was right that he did have free will to conduct whatever business he wanted. It didn't stop King from pouring on another question though he had justified his reason.

"So you're following the heads of the Gotei 13 as a mother would do her kids?"

While awaiting the answer, had the shinigami been blown backwards, the two would find the water racing to expand and increase as to keep the two securely inside. Such a measure wouldn't stop until the shinigami stopped, that is if he had been affected by the Espada's ability at all.

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 5, 2014 19:55:29 GMT -5

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Post by SETA SEIJIROU on Jan 5, 2014 19:55:29 GMT -5

What was that?

The fluctuation of immense spiritual pressure.

Moments before his blade would even have come within fifteen centimeter's of Alastar's form, Seijirou picked something up within his range of perception. The formation- almost instantaneous of the bakudo before him, he came to the sudden realization that something was off. Alarms blaring within mind and within that half second or even less, he did not think. Rather, his blade- unhindered in its motion seemed to flicker a brief moment, the aura surrounding arm riding up shoulder as armor curled itself to overtake his line of vision and provide protection. Its sudden expansion coming as a surprise to he himself as well as the breaking down of the bakudo, all hell went loose in that brief moment, his body flying aback in response.

Shaken down to his core- entire form shuddering as the bones within his left arm seemed to shatter, he didn't stop with his forceful removal from the field there, no. Instead, continuing to fly aback with no clear way to stop himself, he grit teeth against the immense pain that overtook him in entirety, not able to tell in the least what the illusion was... and what reality was, even. Finally reaching closure with his movement however as he made attempt to right himself- though his form looked entirely worse for wear, it became apparent that his armor seemed to all but shatter, zanpaktou losing its shine and luster as his aura disappeared.

His bankai had been broken.

Moreso its shattering showing his lack of spiritual control and experience in itself, he stood upon his spiritual padding, vision hazy and zanpaktou held within right hand, its tip pointed to the street below. "... Ow." That, was an understatement. Rather, he felt like passing out at any moment.

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 5, 2014 20:34:49 GMT -5

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Post by alastar ullr on Jan 5, 2014 20:34:49 GMT -5

Something blocked his attack. A grim frown formed over Alastar's usually lax face, his red eyes watching as the wall still crumbled under it, however hindering the strength of his attack everso, just enough to divert a potential fatality. The Shinigami infront of him could not keep the strength that Alastar released out from him in check, and thus, in Alastar's own mind, was deemed less then unworthy. Scum, that's what he'd refer to those who could not stand toe-to-toe with him, if they could not brace his arrogance, they had no reason to be near him, or look at him for that matter.

Next was the sudden flash of light, and the oncoming pressure which appeared on either side of Alastar. Yet again, it was slower then Alastar was accustomed to, and moreover wasn't anything to be giddy about. Even if it was an illusion, they had to balk to certain things, and if he could not mentally break it, he would simply have to destroy everything that took it's place. Energy rose quicker then before, released out in a huge blast of energy which took the two trains full-force, yet another Asura's Rage had been released in the balk of the light that the trains glanced over him, and neither would remain in the few milliseconds it took for the collision to hit.

Now in the dark once more, Alastar turned his head towards the last known place of King and Yoshiro. "Would you mind stopping that." He droned out, his red eyes digging deep in the air, even if nobody was in that place anymore. "I have no intention of furthering this charade of illusions and tomfoolery. If you do not release whatever is affecting me at this time - I will know - and show yourself, I will not hold back any further." With a quick glance away from the area which the two should have been, Alastar glanced out past the horizon, out towards the crowded city streets. "I think eighty miles should put you in your place." Alastar began, a lick of sinister intent bleeding into his voice. "If you do not release this and stop initiating meaningless fights with me, I will decimate every living thing for the next eighty miles, and turn this city to dust." With a quick quirk of his head, Alastar drew his eyes back onto the same place they had been before.

"Do you wish to be the result of hundreds of thousands of deaths?"

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 5, 2014 22:34:57 GMT -5

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Post by yoshiro on Jan 5, 2014 22:34:57 GMT -5

What was the reason for all this madness? A battle between a strong arrancar and multiple taichou of the Gotei could only spell disaster. No matter the outcome, each side would be dealt a terrible blow, and that wasn't speaking of the land on which they fought. The earth trembled wherever these titans walked, to have them clash would rip the world apart at the seams. All involved must have been aware of this. Yoshiro couldn't speak for the arrancar, but his fellow shinigami, specifically the taichou involved had to be aware of what their actions were going to cause.

"To think the realms were at peace such a short time ago," the elder taichou said with a gentle sigh.

As knowledgeable as he'd been concerning the outcome of the path they walked, he couldn't say for certain how to leave the path. He'd been without time to think as well, as such he could only resort to ending the scenario quickly. Perhaps if Izumi were here, she'd be able to think of something. The thoughts of his wife caused him to clench his teeth.

"Everyone listen up," he spoke in the voice of an aged commander. "The situation is now out of hand. As we are the leaders of the Gotei, we must act accordingly to fulfill our duties. This arrancar must be put down and quickly."

While he spoke, Yoshiro kept his eyes focused onto what he could see of the arrancar. There was nothing left to say, expecting the taichou hearing him to respect his words. There would be no holding back, there combined might would bring an end to this.... It just had to.

"Ataeru," Yoshiro spoke as he drew his blade from the scabbard at his hip.

The blade gave a metallic ringing as it was freed from its resting place. In the same moment, a blade shattered into thousands of small particles like a silver snowfall around. The snow took shape around Yoshiro's hands and up his forearms. A seemingly harmless cloth covered his arms, but his fellow taichou would know otherwise.

"Ichigeki."

A peculiar smoke trailed from his arms, giving a wispy affect to even the slightest movements. Yoshiro was ready.

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STARCROSSED BATTLE [EVENT!] Jan 7, 2014 6:27:25 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Jan 7, 2014 6:27:25 GMT -5

There were illusions and then there was reality. They were as different as heaven and hell, but King's purpose of Final Frame embraced the thin but vast line that rested between the two - purgatory. It allowed him to cast judgment on those caught in the frenzy and distortion of limbo, freeing or condemning those as he saw fit.

The dormant reiatsu flowing from his form indicated that Seijirou managed to weather the explosive blow. However, there was something amiss about his state that King didn't bother to attempt to locate. He was focused on far more important things going on right now, specifically the Espada. By some incredible feat, the opponent remained unharmed by the colliding tanks though responded to the ability in concern of its underlying damage or at least that's what the shinigami could only perceive. Fortunately, his submission to the illusion by reaction alone gave away his breached foundation and time itself finally was an ally of King's will.

With Alastar's shift in sight towards from Seijirou, King never waited for him to finish his words nor Yoshiro's response to the arrancar. The fact that he had let his guard down to speak while knowingly suspended in another attack and surrounded by captain class shinigami was criminal. And the waters that locked the two continued to linger and forge its own response as the arrancar spoke into it, supposedly blindly gazing towards Yoshiro's location. King's latest creation wasn't visible in the constant movement of the waves, but it grew at a a hastened pace like a seed in the breast of the waters. Silently, a fiendish sickle without handle finally came into fruition as its point edged from the waves, camouflaged by the entirety of its mother. Its creation was quick, but solid as the Espada's eyes fell towards the horizon, proclaiming he had knowledge of the charades that King cleverly created and suggested that "eighty miles" was enough.

Once Alastar opened his lips to continue to speak, the pressurized blade of water horizontally ejected from the arena at a speed and angle that took advantage of both the arrancar's blind-spot and complete lack of movement. There wasn't anything to monitor or trace the attack by other than sight, and that had already been compromised by the arrogance of the beast. Similar to death, it came swiftly and without warning. It spanned a length longer than the average sickle and aimed itself to decapitate the foe by barreling through its neck. To the untrained eye, the attack may have seemed basic, but in true hindsight, King had put to use all that he had learned to forge an attack worthy enough to sweep through Alastar's prime defense. He even learned from his own mistake about the Espada's excellent reaction time with the eruption of light before with his previous illusion, forcing himself to adjust and end the use of his theatrics less they throw another wrench in his tactics. Some time had passed and the Cero Espada still foolishly ignored the effects that had followed from losing his upper limb. Nonetheless, it was truly unfortunate that the arrancar had remained in the frame and allowed its power to blossom to its deadliest point.

A battle never ceased for the purpose of conversation. The Espada had been foolish to even show his face here of all places with the intentions of doing harm. This had never been about him, but he had forced himself to become the center of attention as a consequence of his arrogance. And just as he had once demanded those to view and notice him, he would fade from the spotlight without that of any warning.

His arrogance, not King, being the sole reason of his probable undoing.