unstoppable force meets immovable object

The granite towers began to churn, crumbling away and shattering into dust soon thereafter. With each step closer did the earth churn and crush under the pressure of The Oncoming March, and with each step closer after that did the earth turn to dust. The people around Nabill, the ones who looked so tightly towards him for guidance, they started, too, to turn to dust. Akin to a wall moving forwards; with each step forwards did one person fall, stopping dead to the ground with a cold thud, their soul blowing to bits immediately thereafter.

There would be nothing left on the oncoming march, which walked his way through the flat of the land, his uncaring gaze staring over towards the very front of him, momentarily meeting the gaze of Nabill who had reached for his Katana. He was within his range, and even though the people around him fell to dust, he did not. A bit of a curled brow formed between Alastar's eyes, a momentary lapse of interest in doing what he had been told and instead on killing whoever was capable of standing up to him. He had not been able to kill the one who had recruited him, so why not the next best thing?

For a moment, Alastar came to a rest, his foot digging into the sand for just a brief moment, solidifying his current stance. He was no farther then a hundred feet from Nabill, a distance easily covered by either one of them within seconds. Yet he stopped, a momentary pause in his oncoming march to allow for those who were still out of his range to loose faith. The ultimate humiliation, it was, as the people behind Nabill, they all fled, running and screaming into the hills beyond, afraid, too afraid to brace the arrogance and wrath of the unstoppable force.

Shortly, there was only Alastar and Nabill left on the field of view, all others having since died or ran, unprepared to deal with such an oncoming force. Alastar still remained silent, his eyes staring - unamused - towards Nabill, a curl of his lip showing the very slightest sign of disgust before he had even heard him speak or saw him move. For all he knew, that could be a conveniently placed corpse. But he knew it wasn't, his perception of spiritual energies was too high to be fooled by something like that. It was a person, a strong one at that.

This was going to be good.

Off to a good start. The opposing enemy released a hail of bala, which rioted out towards him. Of course, none had been aimed really near him, and for the most part even though they were 100s at a time, it was for the most part intimidating. The couple that diverged off path, in their weak, barely notable form, would be tossed aside by his reiatsu; thrown to the wind and around him, akin to picking up orbit.

Next came the frontal attack, to which he noticed the sudden increase of reiatsu from the man infront of him. Nevertheless, he was coming in at top speeds, and it would be in anyones right mind to duck or avoid, yet, nothing. "Stop." Alastar's voice cut clear through the sound of crumbling granite and explosions, the dust clearing as Nabill was barely through the entirety of it, his reiatsu doubling in pressure being the cause of this. As if he had been holding back for much of the time, the dust was blown away completely, and with it, reversing the momentum of Nabill. His reiatsu alone was something to talk about, but twice it was something that could not be considered natural. As the sword was still coming out, and Alastar had no way to really "stop it", Alastar brought out a quick hand, a Cero forming as quick as a shell left a shotgun, a blast of a somewhat small Cero escaping out from his fist, which had been swung upwards towards his stomach.

If that had not been enough, the place where the blade was supposed to cut into was rather suddenly illuminated, another Cero forming rapidly, but a few milliseconds slower then the other, but being a whole hell more powerful. It would, too, shoot out, but be much more thinner and leave behind no explosion like the other one would, it aimed to slice through the man, like a pike through the stomach of a heretic.

Alastar felt a twinge of pain run up through his stomach. It took a moment, perhaps a second or two longer then anyone else would take before the idea kicked into his head. His body was in motion - backwards, that is - and he had felt something that he had never felt before in so many years of being too strong for anything to handle.

Pain. It stung his arrogance like the backhand of a father. It stung of disappointment and rage, and it brought on other feelings. Regret? Remorse? Hatred? He wasn't sure, but all of them sort of bled together like a twine of paints in a bowl of water. Alastar's reiatsu spiked even further, the ground around him caved inwards, dropping a good meter when he finally took a land, but not because of the impact, which was dull. He had taken no real external damage, but the donkey-kick had stung perhaps not only his physical form.

Alastar's reiatsu took on a physical manifestation. Swirls of blue and dots of yellow burst from his body, tailing out around him like a cloak. It tore up the very ground he stood on, which literally shoot and was grainy for the amount of pressure that was now being exerted. Alastar was angry, so angry, that he didn't bother to even think of the consequences, he didn't bother to think of how every hollow within three hundred miles felt his anger.

Honestly, he didn't care either.

Tearing his Zanpakuto from it's sheathe, he did not bother to make any sort of motion to prove that he was to release his ress. With a quick slice downwards, it tore a wave of energy into the ground. "Dominate, Exótico." Energy blew around him, exploding into the air with such force and then dropping like a bomb, every solid object around him succumbed to the forceful might of the explosive weight, crushing it down and down and down, as each and every piece of the ground, sky, pillars, and otherwise had a hundred pounds worth of pressure bearing down on them.

Then, he was gone. His form vanished with a sharp snap of sonido. His form reappeared right in the front of Nabill, and he reversed all the weight from around him and stacked it; eight-hundred pounds bearing down on his general area within an instant. It blew the ground underneath him like a meteor hitting the surface of the earth, exploding downwards with a huge blast of energy, collapsing the foundation of the ground for nearly twenty meters out from his form.

"FILTH, FILTH, FILTH!"

"My betters?" Alastar asked, the question rolling off his sickly smooth voice in a hollowed, terribly frightening and violent tone. "I don't think you know what that word means." Nabill had come once more, as if he had not learned his own lesson on the matter of fighting against The Oncoming March, and had wrought with him a large melee distance with his huge katana. It was too bad, however, even at that range Alastar had not intention of fighting with him in melee combat. Red eyes turning to the blade, Alastar lazily raised a hand, energy swamping out from him in a violent burst of red energy which carried out past the Katana, which was far into full swing at the time, blowing it back with it's atomic force. The sheer dome of energy carried out far, out to 100m in which it took everything within 100m with it, including the ground underneath him, leaving him simply hovering. After that, everything else was launched out like a gunshot, firing off into the distance at such a speed that it would be naive to consider it reachable even with Sonido.

The dome subsided, shortly thereafter raining red reiatsu from the sky, which bathed the entire scene with heavy static and weight. It was no longer a pissing match like Alastar had been forced to make it into, it was now a show of who could remove the other's face from existence, or who could make the other scurry away under a rock, to lick their wounds. Alastar knew that he would be the victor, of course, but why not play a little bit with the first man outside of the Godking to hit him in several hundred years?

A frown spread along Alastar's face, his brows bunching. For just a moment he had a glimpse of competition between him and his opponent, but it was far gone by now, the simple allocation of energy having all but showed the range of power that was apparent in this fight. This was as good as over, and Alastar couldn't help but be a little saddened. He had another person to show his arrogance to, to bolster it, but it would be dead weight against his many other titles.

"Tch."

Alastar's red eyes flickered with the embers of interest, which died away as Nabill came back into the fray, the sword swinging out once more with great speed, far quicker then anyone that could plausibly fight him on a physical basis even think to confront in the slightest. Still, the sour part of the confrontation was that Alastar reigned high over the brute force attempt at killing him, and thus, didn't even bother to move any further then to stare at him. The red energy which was around before came up again, bleeding out in a massive explosion with a sound akin to a shotgun firing off, the atomic boom not taking away any of the land, as there was none to take, but still there, turning the slightest of breeze into a hellish gust.

"You claim to be the better, yet you show no sign of actually being any better." Alastar spoke, aware that there was a very small chance that Nabill would hear him flying away at mach-speeds once more. "You try to be better then me through brute force, and you will fail."

Oh? A sudden interest flashed back into Alastar's eyes. The man had managed to cut clean through his wall of energy, infact, he had remained for the most part unscathed. However, he had only barely managed to do so, and probably with one of his stronger attacks. Even so, to beat his Asura's Rage, and in such a fashion...

"Interesting!" Alastar called out, a rather uncanny look appearing on his face. "Bring you arrogance onto me, swordsman! Let me taste your pride!" Such, the swordman did. He dove, headlong into the situation, his blade all but ringing with energy that was capable to sever through another wall of energy and himself. Shooting them in rapid succession was not a good idea, as the red reiatsu was beginning to swamp the air and the last thing he wanted was the air to become too malleable to actually summon his abilities in it.

Nabill was getting closer at every millisecond, and wasting time to formulate some sort of elaborate plan or ruse was beyond Alastar at the moment. Hand rising upwards, he forced his reiatsu to a peak; the sudden power emanating from the middle of his hand, which spit out a small blob of blood. The small blob of blood, nary bigger then a pea, was consumed by yellow reiatsu, which branched out into a Celtic-spiral design. With that design came blues, which bled out from the yellow and massed into a perfect sphere, which then, too, bled yellow stars.

"Gran Estrella Cero"

[Grand King Star Cero]

The perfect sphere shot out like a bullet; prepared to meet Nabill head on, and remove him from Alastar's presence. The explosion itself would be something Alastar would not get caught in, to which he released another blast of red reiroyku behind it, as to avoid getting harmed in the backdraft, however, Nabill would have no such luck.

"This reiatsu..." Alastar almost spat out, his eyes narrowing at the indication of a new presence. His previously happily deranged face was replaced with a placid, uncaring look. His ressureccion slowly bled off his body, swirling back into it's bladed form, and therein quickly sheathed. "My... Liege." Alastar continued, the words sounding tasteless and tacky coming from his mouth.

Alastar felt not the elevation of the Godking's reiatsu, but in it's steady a heavier one. It pried on his nerves, like nails against a chalkboard. The very texture and feeling itself was infuriating, almost uncannily so. It told him how very little he could do against the man, how very little his arrogance meant in the term of things. Alastar's fingers bit into his palms, turning them a red hue from the clenched fist, and only bringing more irritation.

"I don't remember such an order." Alastar continued, unamused. Still, he had removed his ress for a reason, which was just to show that he had not intention of continuing the fight. The usurper was here, and well, you didn't want to fuck around when whatever he was thinking up came into fruition. "Ontop of that. Why would you be here? Did we miraculously win the war or something?"