[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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High up in the skies, where the winds blow violently and the clouds cast their shadow to those below on the ground, a garganta opens suddenly. No spiritual energy or spiritual pressure seeps from this new opening in the sky, instead, from it's darkness, emerges a lone figure. Only the petite stature is all that can be seen the silhouette, until she finally steps out from the darkness, and the garganta closes behind her, leaving to trace. She blinks her dark brown eyes while her pupils dilate to adjust to the newfound lighting of the desert of Hueco Mundo. She stands in the middle of the air, with nothing but a small platform of reishi to hold her weight mid air. Her large bosom rises as she inhales deeply, breathing in the very wind that carries the scents and stray particles of reiatsu and reiryoku through the vastness of Hueco Mundo. She licks her lips, savoring the traces of energy she quickly becomes eager to find the sources of. Her hands rise slowly and her dainty fingers comb through the violet hair that combs her face, leaving the rest of her braided hair fluttering in the wind. She stretches, reaching high up above her, while the heavy cape that covers her body slips back, revealing her true figure. She wears a
white strapless dress, with large slits at the sides that run all the way past her hips, leaving her legs on full display, as well as the numbers on her right hip.
She sniffs at the air again, the currents of the wind caressing her nose, showing her the way she was meant to take. The way to the most fun she would hope to have, to where everyone gathered in the past, and where they return to gather once again. She was certain of one thing, a single of a familiar entity was all she recognized upon her return.
"Mmn.. Mi Rey Falso..."
"Mmn... My False King..."
Along with his scent, a new one lingers nearby, a stranger to her. She pays it no mind, instead she hops in place, giddy with excitement, before blasting off in the direction of Enrico, and Las Noches. A fortress built and demolished time and time again. Exactly how long had it been since she was there? No clue. Could have been an hour, could have very well been over a millenia. Time was simply something Elliora Lillit, La Urraca, had no concept of, nor paid any importance too. She goes where she wants, does what she wants. The true allure of the woman, the way she simply comes and goes with the wind, paying absolutely no regard to the opinions or desires of others but her own. After all, that's all she ever really wants. To feel good, to have fun. To enjoy the pleasures that her life has to offer.
Within an instant, she stands above the vast castle of Las Noches, her presence masked by her pristine control of her reiryoku. She stands so high in the sky, that those at ground level cannot see her small body in the air, much less as the clouds in the sky fly past, and the light strikes their eyes, making it difficult to see up in the sky. From here, she watches, she listens to the voices as they are carried by the wind, guided to her ears even at such a distance. She hears this. All thanks to Enrico's violent temperament, after he brutally kicked down the doors to enter the palace. She begins to get antsy, her hands fidgett as her excitement only seems to grow with each passing second. She can no longer contain herself and grasps the edges of her thick cape, and with a rapid spin, wraps it around her, effectively cocooning herself in preparation to her next action. Her spinning doesn't stop, instead, it accelerates, using the wind to pick up speed and momentum. Her foothold dissipates and she begins her descent on the cluster of people in the castle, more precisely what would be the gathering place for those within the castle.
The fall is quick, like a meteorite falling from the sky, but in this instance, more accurately a drill, as she makes contact with the building, it begins to break making way for her to continue further down into the building, the stone offering to resistance to the violent spinning and fierce tempestuous winds that circulate from her. While the stone burst out of the entrance hole she drilled, she stayed completely unscathed within her small cocoon, until finally, with a crack on the ceiling of their meeting room, she finally emerges from the stone, debris falls around her, and onto the table on which she lands. While in the air, she throws her cape open, unlatching the collar from her neck and letting it drop on the table. With an audible thud it hits the table, signaling to the sheer weight of the fabric the short woman wears. As this happens, she launches her right foot forward, aiming for a single, familiar person. A wicked grin on her face, Elliora's body glides forward, large braid and dress fluttering behind her in the wind as her black heeled foot connects with Enrico's face as he sat upon his numbered chair.

"Hola cariño, ¿me extrañaste?"
"Hello darling, did you miss me?"
She didn't bother to wait for her loyal footstool's reply, instead, she stands on the table as she drops her gloves, glancing around the room before speeding toward the other scent she had picked up beside Enrico's earlier. Which she now connected to a pink haired arrancar. Enthused, Elliora wastes no time examining her. Her hands quickly clasp her masked face jerking her down to her eye level and stared at her with an expression, that could only be described as crazed, on her own face. Her gaze adverts to the side slightly, catching a glimpse of the pink haired woman's large braid, which Elliora glides to instantly, taking it in her hand and smelling it.
"Linda."
"Pretty."
A single word is all that is uttered by Elliora before she quickly moves on to the next person. Someone sitting by their lonesome by the entrance. She makes her way over just as quick as she had done so towards Emilia, but this time, towards Galia. A child in her eyes. She could smell the freshness of his powers. She pokes him curiously, before suddenly lifting his arm and squeezing his forearm and and bicep. She nods, before gliding back towards Enrico, this time, her focus is on the man sitting beside him, on the third seat. She peeks from behind his seat, inching her face closer and closer with a second, until her eyeball is nearly pressing against his. She reaches over slowly, running her finger along the skin of his arms, her fingertips pressing and prodding the muscles in as they slowly make their way to his face. His face is cupped by her small hands, which then turn his head in several directions as if examining closely, before pecking his cheek and running away with a giggle.
Her nose wiggles, as she catches a scent nearby but not in the room, earthy, one that clearly spends much of his time in the ground. Laying in wait? Sleeping? She didn't know, nor did she care. And at this point, she wasn't going to go out of her way to seek him out. No, her attention had been drawn to the overbearing presence with newfound powers. Her eyes dilate and she bites her lip. Her excitement is as clear as day. With his back turned to her as he walks further in, she immediately clings to him, pressing tightly against his back, her bosom squished between the two.
"Hola, veo que eres nuevo por estas partes... Soy Elliora, ¿Y tú como te llamas? ¿Que tan alto eres? Eres impresionante, ¿lo sabes?"
"Hi, I see you're new around these parts... I'm Elliora, and you? What's your name? How tall are you? You're impressive, you know that?"
She berrates him with consecutive questions, throwing question after question before he even had a chance to answer the previous one. She tightens her arms around him, his mane of hair engulfs her, which tickles her exposed skin and she giggles. Her prying hands prod at his chest and abdomen, unseen by those standing behind them in the room, her fingertips slowly trace along the exposed crevices of his abdomen. A shudder of exhilaration runs through her body, a shudder only he would be privy to. Her tight embrace, meant to keep her clung to him, with no malice on her end, only sheer curiosity and elation, finally loosens. She zooms around him, like a hummingbird to a flower, with her hands run along every nook and cranny of his muscles. With her fun had, she finally twirls away.
"Me fascinas. Estoy entusiasmada para ver lo que realizas."
"You fascinate me. I'm excited to see what you accomplish."

 

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Slumber.
Sweet, sweet slumber.
This was a simple thing that the young Espada wished for, and yet, he couldn’t even get a moment of rest the moment he heard the sound of Aragon's voice booming and sent Nicolas sprawling out of bed and onto the floor with no amusement lingering on his face. He lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling as the, now, Tres Espada called to the other mongrels that hid away in the sand.
“Command, all of you are to seek any living being you can sense throughout the entirety of Hueco Mundo. You will tell them this following message; 'Vincent has been captured by a Togabito from hell, The throne is vacant, and I have a single prospect unless one of you is so bold enough to claim the title for yourself. He is calling the Espada and any Arrancar to converge in the New Las Noches castle, Just follow the light of the sun.”
After his message, Nicolas felt a rumbling under his back and found these little sprite-like creatures rising from the depths of the palace begging to be eaten. Now, while normally, Nicolas the Glutton would eat anything, the morsel of food that rose from the floors and offered itself was far too suspicious. Nicolas was aware that Aragon had built this place, and while he would usually do as told, this was sending mixed messages…
Denying the offering, Nicolas slowly returned to slumber only for the rattling of the ground to snap him out and it heard a frustrated sigh.
All the lazy pig wanted was a break, and he couldn’t even get that?
Regardless of the mishaps, those that came breaking down those doors were here, and obviously for the reason that Aragon had said. Maybe the vacant seat enticed them so much that they wanted to take it immediately. Yet for those arriving, lower beings to the former powerhouses, nine seats fell directly behind the God-King. Whether or not their occupation was secret, would eventually be found here. Nicolas could only confirm four spots. Marcos, due to Aragon’s retreat; that eight-legged bitch, Ysabelle, was still alive. If she wasn’t, Nicolas would have been more at ease. The former Primera now sat at Tres, and Nicolas could distinctly remember an individual occupating the Fourth.
“Might be that pequeño Rubio feo. I haven’t seen him since I first avoided him.”
(Ugly little blond.)
Dusting himself off, Nicolas feels the next destructive force that follows and continues his trek. Those gathering within the throne room is powerful, and hungry, though Nicolas didn’t remember the last time that anyone lower than a fraccion was able to walk the halls of Las Noches. Scratching at his chest, the young boy let out a large yawn, bearing his sharp incisors that lined both rows of teeth. His blade strapped to his back, the blue-haired Arrancar had finally broken the threshold into the throne room.
Before him in their respected seats are who he expects. Aragon resided in his low throne at Tres, and near him, Enrico. Max was elsewhere, getting fondled by a person that Nicolas possessed a faint familiarity of but couldn’t quite place it. Quite possibly, their situation may be similar to that of Enrico’s and Nicolas’: avoidance at all costs. Meanwhile, a new face sat in the middle, pink, braided hair and heterochromia eyes.
“Mm.”
He passed by without a word and sat himself down in the Ninth chair, immediately laying his head down against the table and looking at Aragon in annoyance. Maybe he could just leave, forever. Was he going to be hunted? Would he be left alone? Nicolas was unsure of why he stayed. Maybe it was the sense of adventure and chaos that was brewing within Hueco Mundo at this time. Maybe it was the feast that was making their way up to this floating palace in the sky.
Whatever plans that their new God-King, whether it be Max or anyone else that decided they wanted to step up, Nic would offer his ear, and if the offer hadn’t enticed him, he’d be gone without a sound.

 

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It wasn't long before the one called Aragon sent hellish looking creatures out in different directions, into the sands of Hueco Mundo, and scouring the forest; all for the possibility of other Arrancar joining them here; at the castle above the sands. Galia stood at the doors, looking below momentarily at his safe zone, the ground below… just as a swift wind; a gust of energy plowed through, and the doors of Los Notches got blown off their hinges. Galia stood there as the heavy breeze from Enrico's kick made his mohawk hair blow inward with the winds; startled, and a bit confused the 7 foot tall Arrancar took his hand upon the handle of his zanpakuto at first but didn't attack. the two that arrived, he didn't know who they were; but he could feel their pressure.
he watched from the entrance that was now shattered from the blonde-haired Arrancar; as this small man took a seat, at the table. from there he could only assume he was an Espada… and lowered his hand from the greatsword… if he's to be punished for destroying property; let the supposed new god-king establish his dominance… Galia felt it wasn't his place to do so; seeing as he wasn't given orders yet.
Galia was about to walk in, again; until like a meteor from the sky crashing downward, a woman with numbers on her thigh boldly attacks the blonde-haired boy, and Galia looks to the hole in the ceiling. She calls the young man a false king; before she takes her heel and puts it on the blondie's face. Galia is hesitant again about joining them.
the woman with raven hair started going through the room soon after; first to the pink-haired woman. She compliments the girl's hair, before moving on to himself. Galia's ears push back as he perks up, trying to silently avoid her poke; but she lifts his arm after, poking and prodding at his muscles. He watches her silently as her nose wiggles; and she moves on to Max, the purple-haired Arrancar. Galia stood baffled by the woman's actions, but the confusion turned to sheer humiliation as Galia's entire exposed skin turned red from someone touching him.
After her barrage of compliments and questions toward the purple-haired man, Galia was unsure if he should continue in; but decided to anyway, for their supposed new god-king called them. He imagined a horrible fate awaited those who did not listen. He followed Elliora in; and stood behind the blonde-haired boy's chair, still as silent as ever. If the young man had a problem with it he'd move; for now, though Galia has done nothing wrong. He gave Nick another gaze as the drowsy Arrancar walked in from the bedroom once the others arrived, but closed his own purple eyes again, and waited in recess for this meeting to start.

 

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Once again, the skies house a single star that accompanies an otherwise lonely moon. Shining brighter than any star in Soul Society or the Human World, burning hotter than any star, and above all else, it is the loneliest of celestial lights. As though it moves to seek out company, through the dull ever-night sky of Hueco Mundo, countless miles above the infinite sands of this dimension, leaving behind a bright white trail that eventually fades. In truth, this star is indeed in the midst of a search, or rather, a hunt. Deadset on its task, the travelling star pursues the morsel that had escaped the clutches of death. A mistake that should not have made it as far as it has. Soon however, it would be no more and unknowingly so to the star, much like it’s creator. Helliodoro’s spiritual awareness spans out a great distance in these moments of solitude, the goal clear and without hesitation, he discriminately scours the deserts for but a single being. A source of the vile Reiryoku he had come to know so well in the past few days. Miojo, an abomination given life through the efforts of Vincent, and filled to the brim with the Reiryoku of that despicable Arrancar.
In his search, Helliodoro comes to a rapid and abrupt stop, which, at this point is nothing new to the Vasto Lorde. The distinct nature of Vincent’s Reiryoku is something that cannot be overlooked, its very essence is that of destruction, nothing less and nothing more. Down below, Helliodoro had not only spotted but pinpointed the homunculus, not within his sights, but rather his extended senses. His heart skips a beat in both exhilaration and outrage. Then again, in remembrance, his head twisting over to face towards the newly founded Las Noches but not at the building itself. Instead, he focuses solely on the outburst of abhorrent Reiryoku, that very same Reiryoku he hunts, a spire that curling into the skies, threatening but failing to reach his heights. Then it is overcome, consumed and assimilated by a royal purple, a different presence entirely, this is no clash of power, this is something else entirely. The presence of Vincent vanishing entirely and being replaced by something unknown to Helliodoro.
With the fading of this outburst, once again his eyes change focus, still facing that same direction, the Vasto Lorde’s eyes spot the artificial sun, a glowing sphere of light that brings a radiant warmth to the deserts. A false star. An abomination. An imperfection upon his skies, for a brief moment, Helliodoro contemplates and processes the thoughts of abandoning this little hunt. Such an insult could not go unanswered, yet, his hatred seems to have pushed through as he shakes himself back to his ‘senses’. His gaze turning away from the tainted creation in the sky, the true star of Heuco Mundo would soon show itself to those who dare call the recently created dull light, a sun.

His quarry, still very much within his range, remains under threat. No shadows may hold back his light and no amount of cover may shield the little creature from his heat. Helliodoro releases his Vagido as his body begins to take his signature brilliance once more as his Reiryoku is shifted through his form and with that, the dozens of miles he once stood over the sands, become nothing in a heartbeat. A trail of white particles lagging a few seconds behind. Down below, within the forest Menos, the earth and sands succumb to the unmatched velocity of this Hollow and the force behind the star's descent. Like that of a meteor colliding with a planet, for hundreds of meters, the sands and earth are deformed, caving inwards to form a basin that stretches almost as deep as it does outward. Further beyond this is the rubble and displaced earth and sand that is sent flying for much greater distances than the crater spans. Tremors shake the Forest of Menos, and even splay out as far as the grand Las Noches in a noticeable state, but only as a minor quiver of the earth.
At the epicentre of this recess within the forest, there stands one figure and dangles another. A constant column of smoke and steam emit from the Vasto Lorde who holds a single arm outward in front of himself, each digit of that hand clasped to the top of the bulbous head of a little Hollow. Squirming within the grasp of the Vasto Lorde, it lashes out, it’s small arms and legs kicking and flailing in an attempt to be released. What it claws, swings and kicks at either misses the mark or leaves naught but a light scuff. A Hierro undamaged by the Vasto Lorde himself does not yield in the face of a shell-shocked Hollow. The layer of Reiryoku that covers his body a majority of the time is peeled away, by his will, preferring this time not to incinerate his prey, his anger being funneled into a more sadistic brutality. This struggle will soon come to an end.
One of the creature’s arms swings out in another attempt to injure the Vasto Lorde’s own arm, yet it is only met with the free hand of Helliodoro. Caught by it’s forearm, Miojo ever so briefly attempts to wrench it’s arm free, and so it does. In a sickening tear and pop, the arm is torn from the little one’s body, from the shoulder down. Following those unearthly sounds is a cacophony of bestial screams and cries of anguish. In this symphony of pain, the Vasto Lorde tilts his head as though he wished to peer into the skies, the masked mouth of Helliodoro prying apart slowly only to drop the arm down into the void of his body, slowly, bit by bit the teeth of the Vasto Lorde tears and snaps through bones with an unnerving ease. A concoction of noise that alone would leave many paralyzed in shock or retching at the floor. Within a minute or so, he is done, the arm is gone and so too are Miojo’s screams, yet his life is not and for the first time in centuries, Helliodoro is overcome with a hunger, the foul Reiryoku and flesh he had digested has rekindled a flame that was once thought extinguished, a desire for power reborn. For so long there were none who could deliver on such a promise of power, yet now he stands, with one such promise in hand.
Returning to his most primal urges and to a point nearly phasing out any thought, fading to black as the body was ravaged to sate his hunger. What took the Vasto Lorde a minute to eat a single arm is diminished in merit as the rest of the body is devoured within seconds. In the moments following the end of this meal, Helliodori returns to a clear mind. His masked face and hands coated in the thick blood of his now ravaged meal. He stands there for a few seconds, taking inventory of his surroundings and what to do. Until his senses are overwhelmed by a familiar energy. A burning sensation begins to fill his body, originating from within and growing outward, but it differs from his own burning. This is not the heat of a star but rather it was pure destruction. Never falling, the Vasto Lorde bends over in an indescribably agony. From his mouth and and eyes that same prismatic Reiryoku begins to glow. Cracking through his Hierro, veins of the energy becomes visible as though it were his own. Through all of this, he stands firm and through his own power he denies the unwieldy Reiryoku it's explosive display that was unknowingly seen with Maximilano. Instead, he contains every ounce of this new power, his own radiant white Reiryoku envelopes and amalgamates this new energy into his own. With such a potent energy being consumed, Helliodoro finds himself struggling with merging the Reiryoku initially, this internal struggle to contain the entirety of this Reiryoku and then assimilate it takes him a few minutes.

With the eventual progression and success, Helliodoro stands himself straight, only to be greeted in a rather timely manner, by a small goopy looking Hollow which speaks with an odd proficiency for such a creature. Yet these words are all lost upon the recently awoken Vasto Lorde. Turning himself towards Las Noches, the Vasto Lorde is unaware of his new found heights. What was once the lone star of Hueco Mundo, was more akin to a star going supernova. The heat and light produced by this celestial body eclipses what he once was. All of this made possible by the being he most despised.
Ignoring the fraccion that had found it's way to him, Helliodoro ascends into the air step by step as platforms composed of Reiryoku lend themselves as footholds for the Vasto Lorde. Eventually he walks out of the crater he had made. His eyes finding and focusing on the ball of dull Reiryoku that sullied his domain. How had he not noticed such an atrocity before? Was he truly so blinded and tunnel visioned on Vincent? Regardless, he knew what he had to do. Adopting a stance used by competitive sprints, he places his hands to the floor opposite each other. Staggered in positioning but firmly planted on the balls of his feet his head faced forward and his immense purple ombre man resting along his back. Extending from a section along his back are the same six boney appendages seen previously, each individually fanning out and now mimicking wings in their formation. All through this process, his Reiryoku flows throughout his entire body, focusing along the back half of his form. A body that otherwise was already quite incandescent, grew blinding. The light being emitted is unperturbed by the Forest of Menos and stretches across Hueco Mundo as the Sun's light does in the Human World.
In spurts of Reiryoku begin to emit from the Hollows body from multiple points. Along his feet, his legs, his hands, his arms, his spine and each one of the extended bone-like tendrils. Starting as a spear of Reiryoku, each consecutive eruption growing in power and size. These flares of Reiryoku repeat about five times a second and within roughly ten seconds, a vast portion of the Forest of Menos behind the revitalised star, had vanished. The desert, the land, the pillars that gave the area it's name and all life within. It is not turned to ash, but burnt fro. Existence.
Throughout this process, the Vasto Lorde holds himself in place and these two displays together are something to behold. Such force and heat would undoubtedly render other Hollow and Arrancar to nothingness. Yet here he holds himself… until he releases.
As he does so, there within a heartbeat he shatters the illusion of distance that was between him and Las Noches. Ripping through the skies and evaporating any cloud completely, he leaves nothing but the signature tail of a shooting star that lags even further behind than it had previously. A speed unknown and foreign even to the Vasto Lorde. Yet still it comes naturally. As the star comes to his halt, he find himself a few hundred meters up above and away from the gates of the fortress.
"You… There is only one star in Hueco Mundo.
As he speaks, the Hollow gazes and points towards the false sun, as though expecting an answer from the sphere of Reiryoku. His brilliance quite literally drowning out the light of the simple light.

 

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“Well then King of the worlds, I am Emilia, Laurena, Kastile No number as of yet. As king will you guide this humble subject to Las Noches?”
Enrico’s hand had indeed lifted up and off of her shoulder, allowing her to kneel before him. Was it that easy to gain his trust? Maybe, she couldn’t be to sure. Despite his ego Enrico would be smart enough to not fully trust her. Though that didn’t matter as much, as for now she had his trust. In this small trust she gained the false king’s hands came down upon her ears; Protecting her ears protecting them from a deafening noise, but she could still tell that something happened with the air, as the sand shifted ever so slightly, while her ears were covered. Something had made its way towards them, no two things had come to greet them, despite the Espada’s reiatsu pouring over her she could still pick up on these two small beings.

“'Vincent has been captured by a Togabito from hell, The throne is vacant, and I have a single prospect unless one of you is so bold enough to claim the title for yourself. He is calling the Espada and any Arrancar to converge in the New Las Noches castle, Just follow the light of the sun.”
A togabito? Was that what she sense earlier? She was certainly unfamiliar with the denizens of hell, but she had heard of them through whispers. Those small boca’s would try to offer themselves up but they would meet the foot of the Espada. It was amusing to say the least, watching one decimate the weak with such hatred that it had her curious; how far can she push his anger without getting caught in its sights?

Enrico’s attention soon turned towards her once more, his face still possessing the anger he had earlier, but still his hand moved up to her, in which she would lift herself up, before grabbing onto his wrist instead, where no doubt he would grip onto hers. An old form of greeting, one that had told the false king that she carried no knife up her sleeve. In a moment they were inside the new Las Noches, and not the decaying corpse she once thought it might have been when they would arrive.
Despite them moving it appeared Enrico still carried his anger with him. In his anger he kicked the doors off of the hinges with ease, before moving towards his seat. Only he was greeted by another woman, who was smaller than the two; her foot had met with his face, yet he showed little resistance to this. To this her eyebrow raised at the greetings the two would have.
"Hola cariño, ¿me extrañaste?"
It appeared the two knew each other, in fact it seemed everyone currently here was familiar with one another; while she herself would be considered an outsider. She wasn’t to sure if she would be allowed to take a seat. So, she would stand at the broken entrance, before feeling a pair of hands grasp onto her mask, where she would be jerked down to the small Arrancar, Emilia’s eyes stared at the raven-haired woman, before shifting around, and spotting that braid of hers. A wonderful braid, one that rivalled her own.
“Que maravillosa trenza”
(what a wonderful braid)
is all she could say as Elliora’s hand gripped onto her smooth silk like hair that had been brushed and braided earlier that day. Even going so far as to smell her hair, where she could pick up the faint smell of strawberries. Elliora, was a bold one for sure, but it made her smile underneath that mask of hers, from both the actions and the compliment from Elliora. Though it seemed her attention was turned else where.

“Interesting woman.”
She had spoken softly as she looked towards others. Aragon, sitting in the third spot, she knew of him too, but not a lot. Enrico, 4th espada, whom she recently met; then to Elliora whom she didn’t get the name of. Another arrancar whom seemed to tower over them all but was for the most part stood outside. Then finally a younger looking male, with blue hair walked by, where the two exchanged glances for but a moment.
To this she would move herself towards the one of the seats, before settling on the Sexta’s position, placing her zanpakutō against the back of the chair, before setting herself down upon the chair. She wondered what would be in store for her for taking a seat amongst the Espada.