[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Posionus breath would surround him, It wasn’t from the primera though, its odur and feel came from the larger than life lizard, in his fur began to sign and his body tensing up a bit, his breathing becoming harder and harder before he would again focus his reiryoku into his legs, and push himself to jump out and away from the whole situation, avoiding the would be body colliding with the lizard if he was sent flying. The primera was a fast little bastard, along with a heavy one; the kick from earlier felt like an effortless one. He wondered how much this little arrancar weighed, along with how well the structure that surrounded them would be able to hold up. His eye was shifting around along with his ears before hearing the primera speak.
" Fools, you need to use more power if you're going to injure me. " his head would immediately dart up to see that the primera was above them about 30 feet spinning about like a dreidel only stopping in an instant. To which a low growl came from Fabius once more after feeling a pulse. He wasn’t just going to stand there and watch him to do something, with that his eye shifted around looking for something anything close enough to climb upon to which a broken pillar presented itself to him. It wasn’t going to be easy, he was going to be a sitting duck if he chose to try and climb and do another jump attack. He had no way of making himself move up there, not with his current form and he knew it all to well; yet still he dashed towards the pillar, making it half way before hearing “Genocide Cero” To which his eye shifted towards the primera, watching him spin kick a condensed ball of Reiyoku. He had heard of arrancars having personal ceros, and this one must have been the primera’s.
Again he focused more of his reiryoku into his body, allowing him to push faster, and climbing high onto the pillar, and clinging to and weighing his options, if he was to jump towards the primera there was a high chance the little bugger would disappear again, leaving him high into the air and could easily be picked off either on purpose or accident. His eye and head shifted around spotting another hallway, to which he would dash towards, in hopes of making it before the personal cero landed and to narrow the primera’s advantage of an open area to a confined one, if he was followed. As for the lizard he currently had no way of knowing how to co-operate with it.

 

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"Hmph, A fine Cero.." He muttered.
His blackened iris's focused on the Vasto Lordo, as his mouth gaped open. Bright solar energy configured itself, compressing into a minute orb.
He did not move.
More and more the energy within continued to grow, from marble it expanded gaining a one foot radius. Still,
He did not move.
He would not ignore the Hollows Challenge. He knew what this battle meant. Hollows only responded to strength, nothing more. Sure, he could have potentially cleared the distance between them in a single breath and pressured him into submission. But what would be the fun in that? A king needs subjects, strong ones. His ambition would be met in due time and every obstacle laid before him would be walked through. When the Cero fired, with an unsettling amount of ease, the God-King motioned.

With his blade in hand, he suddenly twirled the weapon methodically in his right hand. He took a single step forward, bringing the blade down to his left hip.
one
two
The Cero raged, cascading upon the fractured fortress, illuminating the sky.
The God-Kings Reiatsu spiked.
Commanding an immense grip on his blade, the radiant energy surrounding it swelled, like a small beacon of hope. Even amidst the impending blast. In response to his spiritual pressure, the entirety of Hueco Mundo would quake. Loose debris, if there was any would fall and loosen. Already splintered walls began to crumble. It was a small price to pay for Las Noches to survive, a few broken walls were more than necessary. Those below would find it difficult now to maintain their footing, as the desert howled in agony in response to his spiritual pressure. Those below would be stricken with fear at the unhinged release of one such as vincent, drawing their attention.
A few more precious seconds passed,
Vincent had now closed his eyes. He could sense everything about, his Pesquisa not missing a single detail. The position of the intruder, the length and width of the Cero. Those below. The very walls of Las Noches. The individual grains of sand beneath them all. Time came to a standstill. His mind quieted. The only thing that remained was the task at hand. He became filled with uneasy tranquility.
Three
Four
It had covered quite the distance. Five or more miles in only five seconds. A mile a second. truly impressive. Worthy of even the title of Espada. He chuckled to himself, gathered the entirety of his physical might and then
...nothing.

There was a sadistic silence that followed. The light expanded, blinding any who observed. The King exhaled, returning to an upright posture. However...everything that had existed before him...was no more. He had wrought pure destruction upon the Cero itself. The unprecedented power behind his reiatsu was difficult to control, in his current state. Still...with the aid of his Zanpakuto, he could project it over a minuscule distance. With his twelve-foot blade, he could create an arc of his spiritual energy at just a little over 8 additional feet, however, With the power of destruction behind him, all that was needed was his physical strength. Vincent himself weighed in at an approximate Ton, meaning that the power behind any of his movements, when applied became astronomic. His spiritual energy was unique, in that it was pure obliteration. It could remove anything from existance given enough time and or effort and even a cero of such magnificent design as this was not excluded.
With a single motion he had dissipated the Cero into bright particles of light before him, and what followed was an undeniable wall of pressure. This wall of pressure created an elongated gash in a portion of Las Noches rooftop, carrying debris off into the desert. It held such might, that the sand itself some undisclosed miles off was disturbed, like a violent ripple it created large horizontal fission in the dunes. Had The Hollow still decided to land before him, he would be sent coursing hundreds of meters into the distance almost uncontrollably. It would be difficult to avoid for such a simple-minded creature, for he waited until the last possible second to enact ruination. He had little faith that the being would know that such might existed in his repertoire, so he paid full and close attention just to be sure. This was his courtesy. A warning. His sword never did leave his hand, it continued to radiate with the full might of destruction itself, swirling around chaotically in the blade. He looked on his eyes still closed shut. How would the Vasto Lord respond? Had he the will to withstand superior physical brawn? Would he become apprehensive, or would he press onward toward his defeat?

 

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How long had Helliodoro existed? How long had he roamed and reigned in the skies as though none other existed? He himself, remained unaware of how long, there was no point in tracking such pointless statistics. He had even forgotten just how long ago he had made the transition to the state of a Vasto Lorde, once again, it was a pointless bit of knowledge, there was always something else to entertain him, something more important by his measure any way. In all this time however, there but a single moment in which a character had presented themselves that was something he would have to dedicate himself completely and beyond in order to achieve the results he had desired, or at least hoping to achieve such a goal.
At that time he had not challenged this presence, whether he had a reason or not, once again he had forgotten, but perhaps it was the only reason he lived to see this day. To see another of similar strength and at this time, challenge that strength. Helliodoro was a fool, this was without doubt but he was a successful fool, his strength prevailing in any and all situations in his prior endeavours. Today would be a day where he would be truly tested, and if he were not cautious, the likelihood of his demise was something that was omnipresent.
To ignore the spike of Reiatsu displayed by the King, that would be a feat perhaps more impressive than the feat of the Reiatsu itself. During his multi-angled descent alongside his Cero, Helliodoro was more than aware of this rise in pressure. Helliodoro was cautious from the very beginning, those below would be unaware of such a fact but this caution was displayed in his Cero. Helliodoro was one who preferred to close the gap between his prey and himself in a single motion and a single strike, regardless of distance, this Cero was uncharacteristic of him but perhaps a sign of some respect for the strength of his newfound opponent. Only the Vasto Lorde himself would know.
Had he taken his usual approach, he may have faced the same fate his Cero was destined for, obliteration. However, he had made a wise choice, a rarity for him. The Reiatsu originating from the King, had served the Vasto Lorde as a redlight of sorts. A second before the supposed impact of the Cero, Helliodoro had completely altered his course, if not for the trail that followed him hopelessly trying to catch him after his departure, he would have disappeared from the visual spectrum as if never having existed to begin with. His new route of flight had taken him not too far this time around, instead only pushing him roughly twenty meters back up. Such a distance was almost literally nothing to any who practiced any form of high-speed movement and as such, Helliodoro had been in position for nearly a full second, having to wait that second before watching the fate of his Cero. Watching from a mere one hundred feet above the very spot that Vincent was stood.
Shattered into glimmers of it’s former glory, the safety of those below was guaranteed by their King. Alongside the destruction of his Cero, Helliodoro watched as a portion of Las Noches itself was torn asunder, debris of varying sizes and shapes being catapulted into the far distance by the pressure created by Vincent’s single effort. Could Helliodoro have challenged this display? It was likely that in the King’s current state, he could have. That was not good enough, the fact that there was a risk that his own Reiatsu would falter in confrontation with the opposing was enough to deter the Vasto Lorde. Again, uncharacteristic.
Following the destruction that had been drawn to Las Noches, Helliodoro could be seen seemingly floating down the roof of Las Noches too stand on equal footing with the King. It was odd, from his initial action of firing off a Cero and comparing it to the scene at hand. It seemed almost as if he was ready to call off what he had started at that very moment. Those who would assume that would be the same that in this case would fall not but a moment later. Aiming to gently land himself a meager one hundred feet from Vincent once more, aiming to land behind where Vincent had been facing originally and where Helliodoro had intended to land originally, as that was now rubble in the deserts. He had full intentions of continuing but he wasn’t interested in a trial of Reiatsu versus Reiatsu, he wasn’t interested in trying his luck at a Cero again. A strange calm had come over the otherwise raging personality of his, as if a glee of sorts had been introduced to him, a thrill once more. It had been so long.
Had he been left uninterrupted, once landing on solid ground, his eyes would have remained locked onto the surprisingly short Arrancar. The golden glow of his almost featureless eyes looking as though they left a trail with each and every motion of his body. There was no position assumed, he simply stood by. The first and perhaps only time any living being would be able to discern respect from Helliodoro. The King was right, Hollows would mostly only respond to strength and despite Helliodoro’s rather simplistic way of mind, this was something unseen among the Hollow. As Helliodoro stood upon the roof of Las Noches, it was immediately obvious that there was something going on about his physicality, or so it seemed. The previous similarities between Helliodoro’s Reiryoku and Vincent’s Reiryoku had been both disproven and proven in such a miniscule amount of time. Their interactions with everything was similar, destruction, a release from reality. Yet they were achieved in completely different methods, as had been displayed, Vincent’s was simple and pure, destruction. Helliodoro’s Reiryoku, while at this distance from him it wasn’t noticeable, it incinerated anything it came into contact with, erasing any possible tie to a material existence. Not ash, not particles, nothing. This was the case with the portion of the roof his feet had met, his feet seemingly creating prints along the solid surface as though it were the sand of the deserts.
Helliodoro was engrossed with his new opponent, all that was occurring beneath them was completely irrelevant to him.

 

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Tiran was kicked down and landed headfirst into the sand again. He struggled a little bit the get up from his back, rolling in the sand. He got back up as this marble sized orb started shooting down. He stood back up fully and went into a full 35 mile per hour trot across the sands to get away from the full front of that blast. He'd turn around seeing the blast, pink flames all around… such destruction.. such power.. he wanted it that much more now. He wondered if the cat saw this and looked in awe, wanting it too. Tiran had a plan to get that little jumpy kid… and wondered if the Tiger would cooperate. He'd wonder up to the tiger and put his snout down to it.
"Try to lure him into one of my noxious plumes. I'm an ambush predator, attacking a prey when they least expect, it's the only way I know how."
He'd tell it before dashing back. It would seem to the Pirmera that the Dinosaur was fleeing, but he was prepared to work with the Tiger if it improved their chances of survival.
He'd back up most twenty five feet and start making a rampage that flew so much dirt and sand into the air around him. He'd then unleash another smoke cloud of noxious fumes, then hide in the sands by covering himself up in piles of it. His sensing was fairly well, he could tell where everyone was, he lowered his own energy to nearly disappeared levels, and stuck his snout to the ground. He could feel the movement and vibrations of the footsteps of others, the emperor fellow and the Vasto Lorde, were the most prominent at the moment. He would open his senses and prepare for an ambush, if the Tiger did it's part. Tiran trusted it would, if it wanted to live.

 

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Chaos. Wild, ruthless, lawless and primitive;that was the world they lived in, that was Hueco Mundo.
Ivory colored sand shifted violently, every minuscule grain shouting out in protest, beaten and abused by the violent and wanton clash of reiatsu tearing their already fractured and desolate world asunder. Roars that stretched the expanse of the silent and unimposing desert sung tale of battle to come. Heavy thuds filled the air, as bone became fractured, and a geyser of sand towered briefly into the sky.
Dazzling spheres sparkled for but a moment, before each detonated into its own respective display of destruction, rocking the world with reckless abandon. Cero after Cero, clash for clash. The violence saw no end, it was a harsh culling, but none harsher and none swifter than that produced by the Kouka centuries ago. Was this simply the nature of those devoid of hearts? Or, had the shattering of the worlds imparted something within those that survived? Was it madness bred by fear at the hands and blade of Kouka, still lingering in the hearts of those who live to speak tale of its horror? There were many truths, each one unique to those who called this barren hell home.
Amidst the symphony of destruction, wrought by the hands of those souls who claimed power, silent steps made their way through the desert, foot prints appearing and fading almost simultaneously within the sea of ivory grains.

There was nothing at first, a glimmer here and there...and then..they began to fade into view. They numbered in the dozens, towering over even the standard Menos Grande. Their faces veiled by an almost unnatural darkness, eyes burning an almost brilliant orchid. Their steps were eerily uniform, their path of migration leading them towards those clashing in the long abandoned Castle of Night. The strange herd appeared oblivious to the world around and before them, the clashing of powers appearing to do nothing to slow their already lumbering trek.
Streaks of light bled off from those hauntingly glowing eyes, the impressions left in the sand from their travel lingering for a single instant, only to fade without word or cause, leaving the sands as undisturbed as before their passing.
"TEEHEE HEE HAHA HEHE"
A laugh whisped by, emanating from both everywhere and nowhere, chiming like bells and fading all the same. Easily drowned out from the violent warring of the various powers, yet present all the same, especially to those less engaged and those more attentive and attuned to the world around them. It chimed as if right next to them. Those able to track and pin point those around would be led to the space beside them as well...while concurrently led dozens of hundreds of miles away...behind them, above them, before them. Each one as true as the other, while all remaining just as false as they were genuine. As real as a passing breeze, and just as brief and ephemeral.
The legion of Menose Grande like hollows marched on, their lazed and awkward steps ensuring it would take the better part of ten to fifteen minutes before they were upon those at Las Noches, yet it was impossible for any to miss the charcoal colored skyscrapers heading their way. Impossible to tell exactly where they had come from, bleeding from thin air as they did, while leaving no trace of where they had traveled from.