[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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A streak of blinding light blazes past Maximiliano, he averts his eyes for a moment then looks forward again, launching himself forward off of Reishi plates. In the distance Reiatsu surges some are up then others are down and some just vanish. At first he was hopeful for his Arrancar, the Espada specifically. The Cero and Fourth Espada were present so he wasn’t in much of a rush to reach the site, not to mention Helliodoro blazing past him not too long ago. Why should he have to worry? He is leading the strongest pack in all of Hueco Mundo, his packmates are strong and worthy to carry the title of Espada. This new threat means nothing, it is NOTHING, before the might of this pack this thing will crumble and fall. The thoughts of a God who takes pride in those that serve him, sadly, these thoughts are quick to change.
Arriving at Armageddon
Something flies past Max, he stops and stares, traces of Elliora’s Reiatsu trails the object he soon identified as Elliora herself. He stares in the direction she flew, wide eyed he looked on then turned to continue his trip towards what is now no longer a laughing matter. He kicks off a Reishi plate and a shock hits his senses, Enrico had just vanished as well. He lowers his head, shadows casting over his face and then he looks forward, pressing on.

His eyes were trained towards the sands which slowly began to turn into glass the closer he got to the center of this chaos. He looks up and raises an eyebrow scanning the landscape that has been hardened into a single, solid mass. He frowns as HIS sands were taken from him, replaced with something as fragile as glass. He presses on in a silent melancholy, moving ever closer to the one who caused all of this, to the one who dared to challenge his rule. Rocks jutting out from the ground is what he sees as he arrives a few miles out from the scene of the catastrophe. The raging air causes his hair to blow to his right as he takes in all the destruction around him, seemingly careless in his attitude towards the two goliaths of power colliding not far from him.
”For over One hundred years I have reigned as the strongest Hollow… For one hundred years I have led the strongest pack in Hueco Mundo…”
He speaks out loud to himself as if trying to make sense of this ridiculous situation playing out before him. His eyes focus forward on his target in the distance, Kassius. A being born through use of a stone that was once in Elliora’s possession, a stone that Maximiliano surely could have used to further his goals. This is all unknown to Max because if he knew this he would be even more furious with her, more so than he already is. He loathes the weak, to see her being flung away like a rag doll filled him with anger towards her. When he looked with widened eyes at her it was not a gaze of shock, it was the gaze of a man who did not know how to process his anger. To become so angry you just remain calm and stagnant, this wave of anger hit him again when Enrico perished. Why is it that he alone stands at the pinnacle? Why is it that no matter what pack he joins they always end up dying around him? Why is it always him alone at the end? Packs are useless, the weak gather and flock to them for safety in numbers. Numbers seldom best skill and numbers seldom best power. Is this why Vincent never organized the Espada?
Question after question rang out in his mind until he finally let loose his Reiatsu, not in a wild or chaotic fashion but he concentrated it like a beacon. The glass cracks, buckles and breaks, the destructive properties of his Reiatsu turn the glass back into sand. He will have no one claim these sands so long as he lives. The Reiatsu spirals around him like a tornado with him as its eye as if protecting him. Opening his right palm the Caja Negación he brought with him began to float up and hover, orbiting one another in a spiral of his creation. Anger, rage and frustration towards his Espada meld together into a calm and honed fury that will first be unleased on Kassius and should Max return to Las Noches there will be hell to pay for all its occupants.
In a blink of Sonido Max arrives at the scene with his Caja Negación stil floating beside him and lays eyes upon Kassius, a mass of muscle and power. Even before he used his Indice Radar he could tell he was strong with a well of power that ran deep. A trail of light instantaneously connects itself to Kassius and this Radar tells him something much more amusing.
THUMP! THUMP!

Like the beating of a heart his Indice Radar picks up on the signal of the Cristal Sangriento (血の結晶 [Rom. Chi no kesshō] Lit. "Bloody Crystal") floating around within him. It did not tell him exactly where it was in the mass of muscle but it was there. Max had no idea what this item was, all he knew was that he must have it and if it meant gouging it out of the dead body of this beast then so be it. A perfect substitute to the Hogyoku, one that seems perfectly crafted for Hollow’s, enough to give birth to a monster such as this. How much further then could an Arrancar ascend should they get their hands on it and meld with it properly? During this entire thought process whether Kassius attacked him or even if Helliodoro followed up with his own attack Maximiliano was ready to defend himself as he always is. Even now his Reiatsu still churns and spins around him like a protective casing. Up until now Kassius has fought those who charge in and ask questions later, now he will face someone who will use equal parts brawn and brain. The God King will give no Quarter in this fight, he will have his prize.

 

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Traveling to Forest of Menos
Shockwaves rang throughout the black and white body of the dimension of beasts. Once more a battle of survival has broken out among the upper echelon beings who dwell in this space, maybe not a battle but an event so catastrophic it brings all matters of life in this void into question, the completely unstable ground representing one's life in these mere passing moments. Some could only look on in either amazement, stemming from either their aspects of death in which they represent or those who look on in disgust at the grotesque display of evolution their kind has to offer. It was unsightly, the situation still unfolding as the winds, sands and even very fibers of Hueco Mundo and Las Noches were rocked by the emergence of this new gargantuan beast. One arrancar in particular wouldn't be present to see the aftermath of such a birth, forming a retreat to the Forest of Menos to avoid any and all backlash or residual effects from the blast. Not without its own consequences however, upon the Lizards exit to the forest he was both blinded and deafened temporarily from the instant blaze of Reiatsu emanating from the intruder from the Dangai. His eyes and ear organs exploding from their proper places, he's still amazingly conscious from this viscous display of power. The sheer resilience of his High-Speed Regeneration was near just as instinctive as his mistress'. Acting just as quickly as he is injured but ever so slightly at a slower rate in reconstruction of the parts within. His body still airborne would fall into the black abyss of the Descorrer, lifeless but with trust he would reach his destination….
His back would thud hard against the floor of the Forest, the black smile now gone and immediately surrounded by yellow eyes lusting with hunger, reiryoku signatures thirsting for power. He was in the belly of the bottomless pit, beneath the breadth of the place he helped govern. Shameful, in his tact as an Espada and an Arrancar. Upon the restoration of his optic nerves, sight was soon returned to the gifted Lizard, shortly following, his ear canals fully healed. Full volume would be awarded to him. All in all, the Lizard still lived to slither. The explosions from above still raging on for mere moments, surely felt throughout the dimension to shake up any forgotten life in even the deepest recesses of the ivory sea.
He laid there still, unmoving as his body finished putting itself back together. He didn't need to flex his amazing sensory skills to know what took place moments after the impact. Elliora's reiryoku signature had vanished, crushed under the weight of the newest arrival to Las Noches. There were signatures very fsr and few in between, among them were slightly familiar Arrancars such as the God-King and another whose signature he had remembered from long ago but was unable to place the owner. It seemed much more refined this time around, he wondered what had changed. His yellow hues looking to the ceiling of the Forest, disinterested in the life that seemed to be interested in him. Growing ever so closely was a pack of mindless and far too foolish Gillian class menos, admittedly he still searched for her reiryoku but it would seem he'd only find disappointment. Closing his eyes he'd remembered the last time they'd truly been together, over one hundred years ago before they even came back to Las Noches. Annoyed she had left him behind, it would seem that although the lunatic bird was fast it would be that very speed that caught up to her whimsical ways after all these years would be death itself. The irony is, souls who spend time preventing the inevitability of death or eternal rest often find themselves closer to the end much closer than the fools who don't. In the hindsight of it all, Abraam was unsure where Elliora fell in that ideology.
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The reality of it hitting him now. The death of his mistress, the ire of the God-King, his rank being gone until proven otherwise…the sands had shifted largely in the last One Hundred Years since the formation of the upper government among the savages clad in white. Abraam had choices he still needed to make, a plan he needed to execute. Still, in that time, in this time he could only remember one thing said by his King. His desire for a Hogyoku. He understood the need for one, pondering the use he could have for such an item. To bring about the next evolution of their race...something Abraam would love to desperately see. However...he needs to acquire the item first.
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He still remembered the location of the last suspected place it could have dwelled, however that could have since changed after the events that took place some time ago. Even still, reconnaissance seemed to have been in order. Hueco Mundk had become entirely too nuclear, nothing Abraam could do here could help with the efforts of the newly arrived beast. But before that, he had things he needed to take care of first, if he remembered correctly there would be an Arrancar in particular who could potentially aid him in his new found motivations. Sitting up after a long break upon the cold surface, he saw multiple Gillians surrounding his body, no more than ten feet in a circle; he was certainly cut off from the rest of the Forest from the gargantuan entities. He looked at them each with a lazy disposition, he had no interest in violence…but it had been a hard day, and he had a little steam he needed to let off. A deep green outline of soft reiatsu had formed skillfully over his body, cocooning him within its embrace and releasing outward to his pursuers. Pausing their movements and filling their bodies with euphoric feelings, lifting their inhibition and dispelling their beastly and mindless tendencies. For but a singular moment the Gillians were calm. Until they all collapsed seconds after being touched by his seemingly calm inner energies. Large crashes could be heard one after the other, black dominoes creating large craters in the ivory matter and soon fading away into the black nothingness from whence they came. The forest clear, eyes averted from the lizard-like arrancar. It was clear he was at the top of the food chain so long as he remained here. Standing to his feet, he stretched his hip then arms and finally neck. Snapping his right hand another deacorrer effortlessly formed, he began to head back towards Las Noches but this time he had no intentions of being involved in the battle that would shortly ensue. Stepping through, he would shortly begin the first steps towards his long terms goals
Traveling to Las Noches; Laboratories

 

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“What a lame ass place...”
Kassius’s fresh human voice rings out, confident and deep. He is never one to show restraint, and thus even his own thoughts refuse to be contained within his head alone. Setting out in the direction of the Bird’s flight, Kassius had eagerly been fine-tuning his senses to locate even the smallest sign of prey. Though he is incapable of deducing an opponent’s spiritual power, the Brute can still manipulate his own physical senses to the pinnacle of their ability. He had heightened the receptors within his nose and ears to pick up on even the most minute scents and sounds. The nerve endings beneath his pseudo-skin were calibrated to feel the tiniest of vibrations within the sand, in order to pick up on any movement within the desert that wasn’t his own or the wind’s. Yet despite these measures, Kassius is only able to confirm the suspicion that he had wiped out all life. Having only travelled out of the four mile wide crater, he is completely and utterly bored.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
He says as he licks Elliora’s blood from his fingers as though having just finished a meal. He has a destination in mind, and a hunch that there’d be more prey beyond the horizon. However, there is no telling how far he is going to have to walk or how much time it’d take to get there. The idea of a journey lasting hours, or worse, days, with nothing to do but walk in one direction was already driving the Cero Espada mad with boredom. He could feel his conscience retreating inside himself, as he begins to take on an apathetic state, an auto-pilot mode as it were. Yet just before he achieves this near irreversible state of endless mindless violence, something finally catches his attention.
BOOOOOM
A thundering noise explodes in cacophonic terror beyond the horizon. It echoes from Kassius’ very destination, causing his eye to widen in excitement as it catches his attention and snaps him out of his loathsome boredom. In the distance, a blinding flash erupts, turning the night sky into a mimicry of day. Kassius’ eye immediately reacts on its own, his pupil constricting down to the point that his eye almost appears to glaze over with white. This natural defense allows him to peer through the blinding light as it begins to grow larger, seeing its source approach with clarity. What Kassius at first perceived to be an attack, is now exposed to be yet another victim approaching the Cero Espada. Kassius holds his breath, anticipating yet another crazy little bitch’s arrival. This one did not manifest as a disgusting bird, but as a streak of pure power. His ears, adjusting from the loud noise, attune themselves once again, focusing on the approaching shooting star. The Brute had not understood most of what his last prey had said, and regretting this, now makes a point of savoring every last word uttered by this next victim.
“COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME TO ME LITTLE ONE!!!”
Bloodfrenzy

As Kassius hears the confidence in this idiot’s voice all he can imagine is how succulent it will be to break that spirit. The bloodthirst inside Kassius begins to boil, his fist clenching in anticipation. As he watches the shooting star hurl its way towards him, the adrenaline hits his brain like a drug, causing it to fire off at higher synapsis as if in the euphoria of the moment time has slowed down. While the Arrancar draws closer, bone-white tendrils slither from the man’s flesh, covering his neck, arms, and legs. His muscles begin to tighten,even those not coated externally are internally interwoven with the bone-fibers of his tentacles, which reinforce themselves for the impact. The force of their tension, and the density of their artificial fibers render the man as close as one can organically come to being an immoveable object. Yet still the unknowing Arrancar charges forth full speed with nothing behind his golden eyes. Kassius, overjoyed to see such reckless courage, and brazen stupidity, can’t help but respond in turn as he throws his arms back to roar...
“HAHA YES! FUCK YES!”

Finally the moment of contact breaches the horizon. It is quite literally a head to head impact as Helliodoro launches his forehead directly towards Kassius’s face as directly as possible. The impact alone sends a shock through the vast expanse of Hueco Mundo’s desert, the ground beneath the two Vasto Lorde turned Arrancar creaks and groans before buckling and shattering beneath the two beings to form yet another scar in the lands. Jagged pillars of rock jut outward into the skies and a plume of ivory sands expands outward from the crater. When the Godking finally arrives, it as though he is witnessing the fallout of a bomb. The fate of the two Arrancar is masked within the cloud of ivory sand that fills the air.
Angered by these turned of events, and triggered by the sight of his precious desert decimated, Max releases a cold concentration of his spiritual fury. It erupts like a pillar bridging the heavens and hell itself, as the purple spiralling tower soars high into the air, and carves itself deep into the ground. The wave of force from the reiatsu that surrounds only the Godking is such that it is capable of returning the ivory-glass’s molecular structure back into that of sand. What’s more, the King’s emotional slip up served to clear the air. What Max undoubtedly had anticipated from his perspective, was that Helliodoro’s superior speed would serve to render him more akin to a bullet than a club. This meant that the Cero Espada’s head should have been cleanly rendered from his shoulders, a blow that not even Elliora’s regenerative abilities could repair. Despite this however, what the Godking now sees is the true fallout of the impact he failed to witness a mere instant before,
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From Helliodoro’s perspective, Kassius had opened his mouth at the moment of impact, and simply bitten down upon his skull. The momentum of Helliodoro’s flight would cause Kassius’ head to be thrown back, the shock of the force passing through his reinforced body, and harmlessly into the ground bellow. Beneath them the ground would be rendered a crater, as Kassius skids through glass and sand, mantaining his stance. Helliodoro’s heat would burn through the Cero Espada’s flesh, melting his face to the bone and completely exposing his skull. Yet nevertheless, the pressure of his bite firmly kept Helliodoro clamped between his teeth. Though the heat would not let up within the cloud of dust, Kassius’ flesh would begin to slither and grow, white tendrils regenerating around his face layer by layer. His regeneration had adjusted to the exposure of the heat, and had already evolved to grow faster than it can burn. By the time the dust settles, the white tendrils had grown a soft bronze, with Kassius’ face and hair completely restored, and Helliodoro still within the grip of his jaws.
CRAAAAAAAAAACK
He bites down, the pressure of his jaws easily penetrating through Helliodoro’s skull. With that, his teeth would carve cleanly though the Arrancar’s brain, severing the uppermost part of his head from the rest of his skull. The poor Arrancar barely had lived through so much, struggling to evolve and reach his full potential, only to apparently serve as entertainment and a snack to the superior Vasto Lorde. Helliodoro’s body would fall from Kassius’ jaws. In turn Kassius catches it mid air by the leg, and lets the creature’s severed head crash against the sand, holding the husk of Helliodoro like the disposable sack of meat it is.
Crunch Crunch Crunch
Kassius chews away at the flesh, brain, skull, and hair mooshing together in his mouth. With the action appearing to have reached its end, Kassius is attempting to eat his boredom away. It is only as he swallows his chunk of Helliodoro that he notices a golden light engulf him, trailing off to his side. Following this, his head turns to lock eyes with Maximiliano, marking a significant period in history, where the Cero Espada first meets the Godking. It seemed that the Godking was pleasantly surprised by something about Kassius, that his thoughts were focused not on the monster in front of him, but something else entirely. Not one to let thought overtake violence, Kassius immediately spits a piece of white bone the moment he registers the new victim. This bone, seemingly a piece of Helliodoro’s skull, flies at the Godking with a velocity comparable to Helliodoro itself. Appearing to not falter against the destructive spiralling energy of Max’s reiatsu, it would fly for him like a bullet, piercing the Godking’s skull right between the eyes. As this occurs Kassius cannot help but laugh, globs of red and white spewing into the air as he bellows.
“BAHAHA WHAT A WEAK ATTACK!”
He roars at the Godking, as his freehand hurls the husk of Helliodoro at him. What remains of the Arrancar serves true to its purpose, as his body is thrown with such force that it ignites, and would impact the GodKing like that of a meteorite...or shooting star. Being thrown the very next instant after the bone bullet, it would appear that the initial strike would only serve as a distraction for this true impact, splitting the Godking’s attention two ways, and breaking the line of sight between himself and the Cero Espada. Obscured from the Godking’s vision, the muscular fibers of bone that have remained tensed until this point, finally release themselves, launching Kassius directly towards Max like a freight train, fist extended and clenched for impact. As Helliodoro goes hurtling through the air in front of him, serving both as shield and distraction, Kassius anticipates the result of this barragewith glee, imagining the pasty man’s body exploding into a red mist. A true attack, unlike the paltry little light that the naked man had tried to use.
“I DON’T EVEN FEEL ANYTHING JACKASS!”

 

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First to leave the confines of Las Noches to head to the battlefield outside was none other than the barbaric Helliodoro eager for battle, and Maximiliano didn’t waste time to not get left behind either. Just as quick these two destructive forces of nature arrived they headed straight into the eye of the storm, but now that the initial threat to Las Noches passed them there was a small moment to take a breath. He rubbed the bridge of his nose while glancing at the ingrate who stood before him defiling his lab coat with his naked body, he didn’t have the time to play host to their new company. They were left to do what they pleased as Izeel's eyes first rolled in two different directions before locking his sights on two separate things. His right eye looked directly at Santana inquiring about clothes that fit which was the least of his worries but the quicker he dealt with the nuisance he could focus on his work at hand. The left eye focused entirely in the opposite direction of Santana and Yandiel with a multitude of holographic display things that popped up each displaying various angles of the battlefield where the monstrosity Kassius remained. How troublesome of a time this was indeed for them, but either way this was an extremely fascinating event he eagerly wished to record. Max's plan to contend with the shockwave of spiritual energy that threatened the safety of Las Noches barely managed to do the trick with them being lucky enough the Menos Grande who cast Negacion survived long enough to keep it shielding the structure until the wave of destruction passed. Through the use of Garganta Broadcast, he took advantage of this opportunity to study the power levels of not just this new entity but the two other powerhouses of Las Noches as well. Getting to see somebody possibly pushing the two of them to their limits was something to be recorded in history while his fingers rapidly typed a sequence of keys as he mumbled numbers and calculations to himself.
” Stand still uh what’s your name naked one?... Hmm if my calculations are correct which they always are then this should do the trick. Um, you less naked one you can catch this and go find your comrade some clothes or occupy yourself with something around here.”
He had started to talk more to himself after requesting for Santana to not move to properly clothe them, solving all the problems at once so he could focus on what was important. The question about what Yandiel got asked to catch quickly got answered before he himself had the opportunity to, as he simply tapped the air causing it to split apart to panels from using Descorrer. Calculating the distance and amount of force allowed for easy prediction on the velocity she got launched at, and with the last bit of juice left in his Garganta device managed to open up a single portal in Elliora’s body projectile path with any onlookers suddenly witnessing her vanishing into it with the portal shutting immediately after. From his opened Descorrer seconds later Yandiel would have had her body with all its momentum shoot through and fly straight at him to catch her body or get sent smashing through a couple of walls in the process until they slowed down. Either way for Izeel both results were entertaining for him to observe, meanwhile, one of his artificial surgeons hollow approached Santana taking body measurements without his consent. Once, the measurements for her body finished getting recorded it started to spew out silk substance that multiple needle arms protruding out began to sew leaving it for him to give any specified designs of what he wished to wear. His fingers continued to type away the entire time with Izeel multitasking on countless things at once having his eyes roll back to normal now dedicating his focus to calibrate his scanners to properly analyze everybody reiatsu signatures in a wide span area with a small 3D holographic map popping up to the right of his peripheral. On the map it displayed everybody's known coordinates and current positions so he could properly track the situation at hand, coming to the immediate realization that Enrico’s reiatsu signature wasn’t able to be picked up. He couldn’t help but wonder when did he become babysitters for this lot of individuals but for the prosperity of the Arrancar pushed any other thoughts aside outside of fixing each issue as it popped up. The large monitors displayed everything happening for others who may have wanted to witness how current events were playing out along with a fluctuating reading on their reiatsu to monitor their vital signatures. The final task he needed to accomplish was just as tiresome to deal with as the others letting the large centipede creature around his neck crawl on the ground and quickly scurry his way into both the rooms of Elliora and Enrico personal quarters to search through all the residual memories that taken place in those locations and scavenging any strands of his DNA that lingered around even hair molecules if that is all he had to work with.

 

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Beyond Reason
Both in front of him and behind him, Helliodoro is caught between two raging powers, one out of boredom, the other by anger drawn through the destruction of his own lands. Of course, caught is far too impactful of a word for the situation Helliodoro finds himself in, he is a fool with no binding to his actions and thought process, he simply acts and that alone leaves him free to do as he pleases even in such a quandary. His actions, regardless of how foolish or how pointless they may be, regardless of how reactive and unreasonable they are, he feels only pride in the decisions he makes and finds comfort only in being allowed to do as he desires and how he desires. This is one of many features that makes this Vasto Lorde such an idiot.
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A sickening sound that resounds within the skull of this Arrancar, accompanied by the sensation of an immense force to either end of the top of his head. The shattering of glass, the creaking and splitting of earth, everything seems briefly muffled to his ears in the moment of contact between himself and the colossal Arrancar he threw himself towards. The vision that he robs himself of does not return, at least not entirely. Instead of seeing only white, he is left with the visual of crimson and white vanishing with the star's radiance only to attempt to regrow, blotting out the outside world from his eyes. Bit by bit, the flesh and bone seems to manage to make a comeback and it might manage to adapt entirely, if the star did not act.
Caught within the jaws of this newcomer, Helliodoro is painfully aware of what had happened. He had allowed this creature too much time to react, if not for the clamping maw atop his cranium, he would have begun shaking his own head at himself. The blazing Arrancar is more than comfortable with making the notion of instant, reactive and instinctual decisions, he is exactly that, embodied. Not a heartbeat later after Kassius’ teeth make claim to the head of Helliodoro, like a lightbulb, Kassius is made brilliant once more, much like he had done so on his first arrival, but this time, by Helliodoro’s doing. Instant is the gathering of his Reiatsu and the release of his Reiatsu in a column of refined, perfectly controlled cascades of infinitely flowing energy, from where you might ask? The head that lies partially within Kassius’s mouth. For the briefest of moments, Helliodoro shares with another, what it is like to be the sun of Hueco Mundo. Both internally and externally, Kassius finds himself consumed by a blaze quite unlike the heat he might have adapted to. The tertiary skin that coats Helliodoro is simply the excess Reiryoku that attempts to escape his form, moulded around him, this is the refined expression of this energy. What flesh and bone may sustain the temperature wrought by his skin are now rendered beyond ash as the fresh born Vasto Lorde and the Star are completely encapsulated momentarily in a cyclonic wall of Reiatsu, again, only for the smallest fraction of a second.
A tool of both mobility, attack and defence, Helliodoro previously and always will display this ability proudly. In the same manner he crosses the infinite deserts of Hueco Mundo faster than any other, he now propels himself backwards from the clamp that contains him, before the full bite finds itself crushing down upon the skull. Unscathed? Not quite, leaving behind, within Kassius is a clump of the purple ombre mane that adorns Helliodoro’s head, as well as whatever skin was torn from his scalp in the momentary struggle. Both the flesh and hair return to him, regenerating in the blink of an eye, still he was sullied in his mind, his own blood spilled already. His use of his own ability, is chaotic in this moment, without a true means of balance, launches the Arrancar flying backwards, head over heels in a currently uncontrolled spin. Even so, in this wild motion of his, he remains vigilant, his spiritual sensory on full alert, at all points he remains aware of Kassius and his actions. His ascent is as quick as all his other motions, imperceptible to the eyes and with such a short distance covered, there is to be nothing that catches him. An impossibly wide smile hidden beneath a mask of bone.

It takes little to no time for Helliodoro to recover in mid air, finding his footing on reishi formed platforms, staring down at the troublesome foe before him, a solid thirty or so feet above the shattered desert scape. His eyes eventually flicker towards Maximillian, watching on for the God-King’s reaction to what is happening. For the God-King this is something new, the only perspective he has of the beast he has allied himself with is the exact display put on as he charges headfirst without a worry. Now Helliodoro remains idle, a furious God-King is a sight in itself to behold and Helliodoro has and shows a great interest in the man who previously bested him.
Beyond the masked, the booming roar of Helliodoro is heard once more, while there are words, they draw closer and closer to the primal screams he once loosed upon Hueco Mundo so gladly, and likely still would. As he screams and roars out, beneath the surface, something stirs ever so gently. The beginning of a storm, or perhaps it is simply a red herring.

”Kyahaha! The horse grows angrier and angrier! Let me see that rage, God-King!”