#YOLOSWAG (Jonny)

There were ridges and peaks surrounding Aleksandr, who was walking down below before he noticed another presence moving waywards to hiss vicinity. That's when the person called out to Aleksandr, causing him to look up at the other person who stood upon a summit. Allowing his glance to drift slowly towards what was apparently a male arrancar, he was more-so calibrating the distance between them than anything. Regardless, he murmured to himself an inquiry before he made his move.

" Fear..?- "

Not even so much as a second-long delay took place, as his sonido brought him on the right side of the arrancar, roughly over 10 meters of space separating them.

" What use is fear in our world? "

This time, Aleksandr offered a menacing leer straight into the individual, his hands at his hips, readying himself for whatever the man tried. Who he spoke of, Aleksandr was not all too sure. He knew there was a God-King who ruled the lands, a pretentious title for what was likely an even more pretentious person. While he aspired to be a part of the Espada army, fear wasn't going to win him over. Neither was this individual if he thought he was going to instill fear into Aleksandr. He already had the will to join the Espada army, although on his own terms. Now he was in need of induction into their ranks-- Officially.

As he looked away from Aleksandr, his Zanpakuto manifested and he began to stab the air-- But in actuality it was Aleksandr who he was stabbing. His right eye was now blinded, and within the initial moment even he could tell what was happening. Fight or flight kicked in-- But he had already sustained a crippling wound.

" Privideniye, Golodayut Prizrak "

A sonido brought Aleksandr backwards with a trail of blood following him 10 meters more, and he didn't think to stop there as he spoke swiftly whilst commencing to make a circle with his sonido around the man as well as other steps being made-- Watching the man's moves easily as he was the epicenter Aleksansdr revolved around-- the center of attention. For moments you could see what appeared to be more than one Aleksandr, allowing him to work more quickly with accompanied force.

With a whirlwind of white sand reaching 100 meters skyward from the already-towering summit, conjured around them swiftly as the sheer speed pulled in the sand of the entire area like a vacuum. It was Aleksandr's focus to disable this man's means of seeing once the cyclone would settle, which would soon come into fruition. The towering sand collapsed almost like an avalanche once movement ceased, and for some time they would be fighting in what would almost look like a blizzard-- A sandstorm of white.

The enemy wouldn't have been able to see much of anything going on along with Aleksandr, and there were multiple reiatsu signatures identical to his own during this exercise to deter any real threat of him getting another preemptive strike. He delayed for the moment, just to recollect composure over his injury, and to determine how to take on this opposition of his. He could still determine the man's position by his Hakusui, and even his strength, giving him insight that he should no longer take anything easy from here on.

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I. Gemelos Sonido - Five made, dispersing beginning of next post.
II. Detection Technique

It was true, fear did still have a place in this moment, in this world that was known as hueco mundo. But within the reality of things, his body only seemed to react and move faster. The adrenaline was coursing through his veins, giving him a very vivid sense of everything going on around him. Presently he was fighting like a cornered rat-- With absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain, if he could but seize the moment. Within the mist of sand, they all were set to clash-- At least, that was how it would appear. Aleksandr had been detecting this individual for quite some time, paying attention to the first signature from his Hakusui (Soul Sleep) that he gave off, and its position, because it was the only one that truly mattered.

He could tell where he was, the ploy of attacks he had set up, it was pretty basic and slow compared to what Aleksandr was used to, mostly because it matched his own tactics with what seemed to be a slightly different approach. The guy didn't get it though, Aleksandr wasn't in need of his clones any longer, and they would be of no benefit to his opponent either-- Even his own clones. Now that he was in his release, and there had been a guise, Aleksandr could take the fight to him. That was, with a little bit of ingenuity and godly potential. As he let the clashes aimed towards the faux replicas of himself hit their target, only Aleksandr escaped reality at that point before the Zanpakuto could inflict upon him any harm. From all of the senses, he was simply gone. He might as well have been dead for that moment.

However, the fate of this other significant individual was also grim in nature, perhaps more grim than even Aleksandr's own. His reiatsu was formidable, but his temper and antics of violence were simply untolerable. Aleksandr didn't so much as lift a finger and he struck visciously. But in the moment Aleksandr's other senses flourished from his injuries and lack of sight in his dominant eye, and the presence of the original arrancar's reiatsu became much more apparent-- Along with it's slower movement being easier to track.

Locating himself behind the original reiatsu source of the arrancar with his most swift sonido, he plunged his two incorporeal zanpakuto into the man's skull to no immediate use. It didn't exist momentarily, but that was soon going to change for the worse. His powers worked on his whim, and when he blinked back into reality so-to-speak, his two Zanpakuto were already in their ethereal form, both poised within the man's brain prior and starving to gorge on the heat and livelihood within this very vital area. Not even the strongest of hierro known to Aleksandr could stop it from phasing right through.

Aleksandr didn't even know of any techniques that could stop his Zanpakuto from passing through them in this form. It rendered flesh to what he considered was ice with a flick of his wrist. His brain was probably like frozen yogurt right about now, if not as hard as a rock. He might as well have had the brain-power of one, for how much of an impulsive brute he turned out to be.

Regardless, it was 'The end' for him.

Novena Espada

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Pesquisa still active
I. Besplotnyy (Incorporeal)
II. Sonido (Perfected)
III. Efirnyy (Ethereal) Activated upon reveal

The moments did not delay, and neither did the battle cease like he had wanted it to. But there was still a lot more fight left in Aleksandr, his pesquisa scanning now that he was tangible. Effectively offing one of the other replications earned him a reward-- One he saw fit to entertain for a moment. He naturally resisted the strikes without giving it thought, and whilst doing so depleted the battery life within all forms of energy taking place around him. His reiatsu had been filling the entire 50 meter area around them since entering ressurecion, and all the white sand had now fallen to the ground, allowing for actual sight to be of use to his one good eye.

All things reiatsu, reiryokou, thermal energy-- It was being depleted at a rate that only got faster the closer you got to him. Not only that, but his attacks were nothing more than a light tap against his already deity-like hierro, before their power of teleportation would be fully sapped dry of it's utility. Focusing on the effect of his reiatsu intently in this moment of forced stillness between the Zanpakuto allowed him to, not destroy these replications and techniques, but rather give them a rushed expiration date. After all, Aleksandr had been in ressurecion, and his reiatsu was now infesting the entire vicinity surrounding him like a plague of gluttonous intent, feeding on everything except himself.

While the techniques in effect closest to him were the immediate things consumed of their lethality, Aleksandr was close enough that he could focus on these replications with relative ease, as he could tell their positioning-- All of them. And in doing so, in this moment of safety that almost shouldn't have been-- Aleksandr discovered the real arrancar of the bunch. He ran off of his own energy supply, when his spawns likely needed to be fed. He resisted Aleksandr's reiatsu, but none of the others could. They couldn't do this because it was some sort of technique in need of being fueled, and now Aleksandr was once again disappearing from existence and reality.

The arrancar would have already come to the realization his buddies and their techniques were no longer being sustained-- And now not even Aleksandr was in sight or sense, leaving the real arrancar as the odd one out. Coordinating himself behind the arrancar with speed as if a ray light swept behind him, the swift approach of Aleksandr left little likelihood of any escape. He could see and follow him, even when in this intangible state-- Now that the veil of sand had left them. Sinking his two incorporeal Zanpakuto with similar speed into the man's brain, heart, and lungs from the side of the man's sword-arm (effectively freezing his arm in that position as well), Aleksandr became tangible once again with phantasmal swords-- Bringing a penance of death to his foe.

Novena Espada

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Passive(s)
Pesquisa [Active when tangible]
Enhanced Hierro - Drenazh (Drain) [Hierro & Hierro variant]
Prizrachnoye Prisutstviye (Ghostly Presence) [Reiatsu passive; Active when tangible]

Technique(s)
I. Besplotnyy (Incorporeal)
II. Sonido (Perfected)
III. Efirnyy (Ethereal) [Active when tangible]