JULY 9, 2014.
Post by alastar ullr on Dec 11, 2013 17:54:20 GMT -5
"I'd stop trying to hurt him." Alastar remarked sourly, watching as Nabill all but started to throw a hissyfit. "I could've obliterated you in that very moment, without even a wink of question on the matter. You would have been paste against the ground, nothing more, nothing less. He stopped that, stopped something that would arc through your armor and hierro. I've tried to hurt him, however unfortunate it may be." Alastar rattled on inbetween the various anger-driven attacks ala Nabill, only pausing to raise a hand up as the titanic clash between the two blades was met, his palm catching a sizable piece of the ground in his hand, crushing it soon after.
Nabill got his ass handed to him impromptu thereafter. Blood coated the ground around the Samurai now, and honestly Alastar had made nary a move anymore. He was uninterested, uncaring, his red eyes simply staring out towards the distance, sizing up who he could find within a few hundred miles. He found nobody, all gone, every last one of them since had headed for the hills either literally or had simply died on the way there. Not a trace of reiatsu was left outside of this battle scar, which was unfortunate in a certain manner, as it just pressured the further idea of Nabill joining the Espada.
With a flick of his eyes, Alastar brought his bloodied eyes back onto Nabill and Luccio, the interest in even a small fraction of the situation fading further into him, burning out akin to embers. "They're either dead or they have ran." Alastar began, running a hand through his hair. "None of them were stronger then an Adjuchas. The majority, I assume, were base hollow, with one or two gillian arrancar to act as lieutenants. However, they knew who I was at the least, they would not have sent a group so weak to brace a reiatsu they could not stand around without dying instantaneously." Alastar paused for a moment, a subtle grin encircling over his face, a demoralizing one. "In lieu of what I can see. This was a suicide mission. They sent you with people who would hop the fence or die trying for they were too weak. I assume they hoped that you'd take me with you, and die on the battlefield. However, they were too absentminded. I haven't released my ressureccion once in the front of the battlefield, and I doubt they have any spies in the Espada." Not finished, Alastar encircled around Nabill, each step sending a tremor of reiatsu through the sand below his feet, sending shockwaves of it up into Nabill, which would only serve to taunt him to some extent. "I can say one thing. You did land a single blow on me, albeit a kick, which is funny nevertheless. Congratulations, outside of 'his highness', you're the only person to have touched me in upwards of three-hundred years."
