[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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"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." Those words caused him to stop moving before turning to look at the lizard. His tail swayed back and forth, watching it back up kicking dirt about. it appeared they had avoided the personal cero of the primera, but at the same time lost sight of him. He was no where to be seen but his presence was still felt from the cero that had landed, creating a tornado of effects. He must have used Sonido; though where he took off too was a mystery in itself, but soon after a group of menos would come waltzing in.
They appeared uniform, each step they took was with silence, and unison; Odd for their size and weight, you would think they would make a larger impact. His eye shifted up and down, looking at the menos grande carefully. Their feet appeared to be more feline like, yet their bodies were that of an average menos grande, before seeing their masks. Feline in nature, though they felt off everything about them had sent chills through out his body, and quite a bit of them, from his point of view he couldn’t count them all. A laughter would come out causing him to release a low growl, as his claws would slide out from their paws and into the sand.
It was already appearnt he was on edge just from the events that transpired earlier, but having these hollows roam in was making him fully regret coming to this accursed fortress He was about to sneak off as he saw no reason to fight, the menos would be a distraction, and he would be long gone into the forrest by the time they were done fighting. Though the primera had stopped this plan as the primera reappeared not to far away from the two. " If you can't rip your mask off right now, i'll destroy you." his threat was followed by a show of power, by releasing a pink aura of reiatsu, with black electricity, flinging around him, turning the sand into melted glass. Then pointing his fingers at the two of them, gathering his reiryoku into another personal cero; before demanding they transform into arrancar immeadiately.
“AHAHAHAHA!! You really are a child!” his laughter came with scolding tone, as he stared back at the primera. “Primera, The energy that is needed to become an arrancar is vast enough that I know I would be utterly useless after transformation! You might as well kill me now and fight them yourself. OR you can have me fight along side you as I am now and be more useful. The choice is yours!” he knew the primera didn’t like this answer, and would kill him but he would welcome it just knowing that it would free him from a servitude, and have one less potential arrancar. A grin was placed upon his face as he stared at the primera with his one good eye; before turning towards the Menos Grande that had come, waiting for death to come by the primera or be allowed to live and fight.

 

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Tiran could feel them, sense them in the sands as he still hid beneath. The menos their rampaging had attracted. He’d poke his head out of the sand as his plume dispersed again, like a curious little lizard. A loud hiss then a rampaging roar that dinosaur leapt from his sand cover when one of the legs of one of the menos came too close, and bit down hard. The menos would feel something close to poison flowing through from it’s leg, it was Tiran’s acid saliva. If the Menos would rip away it would probably fall to the ground, a mix of blood from the menos and saliva from tiran would drip from the lizard’s mouth as he would look straight at the pirmera and the tiger Adjucha and dash back after his bite. He was half the size of these Menos, and could possibly hold one back on his own, he’d waddle slightly to the left to prepare another attack as he stood tall next to the Tiger adjucha and the Primera.
“Break my mask? If I was ready for such a thing I would do it, You can’t rush things that just aren’t ready to evolve little Primera… Aragon was it?”
He said, looking at the primera espada. He grunted, almost like a chuckle at the Tiger’s words. He was right, but the giant beast still wanted that power… but to be useless at a time like this, when everything just won’t leave him alone would be utterly disastrous. Were the menos attracted to the power unleashed by the emperor fellow and the vasto? Was this the emperor's plan all along? To see what was strong enough to withstand his power amongst the sands? Smart. Tiran took a liking to how the Vincent fellow thought… though he wouldn’t do that himself because he’d rather be left alone.
“Agreed little pussy cat! Let’s show these Arrancar how to fight menos grande, Old School style!
He said, a vivid encouraging battle cry like roar coming from the Tyrant Lizard King.

 

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His eyes drifted behind a glare, blinding the lenses for onlookers. His eyes no longer relieved. The small smile on his lips turned, frowning deeply now. It was no use, his mind raced for a second option but as he looked over the hollow one thing was clear. They were not ready to evolve. The giant balls of cero now louder than their own words, he would drown out their excuses. What kind of person would he be if he promised destruction and the allowed them to walk away from him. The orbs rotated slowly, until they were now violently striking against the sand and pillars around him. The ruined halls of Las Noches now more desert than palace. Aragon was not one to mix words or offer rebuttal, he simply acted. So the call of Child, and little one. They only made him laugh internally. The problem with individuality is it gives everyone the right to assume they are better than the next person, because of height, or weight, or age. The cold facts of the Arrancar and Hollow race, is we are a race of ambition. If you falter, someone else will rise, If you stutter someone else will run it smooth. Aragon has not once let his ambition slip, He has worked and molded the hollow he has encountered into what they need to be.
In this case for the last three hundred years, this has been fuel. Not a single Hollow has survived this test. For they each lack the Ambition it takes to become a true Arrancar. It was nothing personal, he didn't know these beings. He only knew their ambition. If they were to grow from this fateful encounter they would show the desert their true ambition.
Without warning they took to his sides, Without asking the offered help. Trying to rally the arrancar known for his cruelty and destruction. Known for walking the sands and destroying any hollow he deemed unworthy. This was their fatal mistake. The second they turned to face the lumbering Menos that would be upon them well within an hour. Aragon shoved with a massive burst of reaitsu, that could be disguised as an attack on the Menos. Two now giant side by side and clashing orbs of Cero. The density of the reaitsu compact into the orb was causing micro explosions inside and near the core of the pink cero. It's black heart pulsing dark electricity into the area, likely striking the two hollow next to him, if so it would make them tingle and numbing sensations would overcome their body. If that was the case their reaction time would be diluted and slowed.
The large Dinosaur hollow was massive compared to the cat, knowing his speed would be less than the smaller more agile Cat hollow, Aragon would focus the right orb into the large back of the dinosaur. Its gyrating and grinding reiatsu would seer burn and destroy flesh. Strong enough to eat through insanely dense hierro, and agile and close enough to nearly touch the back in size alone, When Aragon thrust forward the left orb, he focused on the location the cat would likely jump and planned on increasing the size of it in an explosion. The giant orbs would fire off at insane speeds. With nearly zero window for error, he would stand a little awestruck that they thought words alone would sway the Primera.
No doubt at this range and speed the Cero was bound to strike them, they would be disintegrated into particles of reshi and flesh as the Genocide cero started to eat away at a molecular level. It was hard to imagine a way out of this predicament they willingly set themselves into. However if they were to avoid direct contact and escaped somehow, the blast radius was designed to consume the entire throne room they were in. Larger by three times the size than the first Cero he fired earlier, The whole of the 75 foot radius would be consumed by the dual Cero. Finally removing the old palace the Genocide Cero would start to eat the foundation of the building until it was dissolved back into sand. They needed a new home anyway. One vastly more fitting for their king. Aragon had assumptions these new Hollow would help remove the old building either way. So this explosion was to save a bit of time.
After thrusting the Cero, hit or miss. He would sonido into the air not looking for the Adjuchas, but looking for the Menos that he saw earlier. He would also await Vincent's orders.

 

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it appeared as though his warning was understood. The impactful slash wrought by Vincent decimated the Cero before The nameless Vasto Lorde. At the very least, it had shown him the scale of the threat. He continued a series of simple breaths, his eyes remained closed even as the Hollow stood a hundred or so feet before him. His sword hovered just an inch off the ground, the elongated edge of the blade draw outward lazily in Heliodoro's direction. Moments before even Lagartho called out to him, he could feel them, a collective mass of Hollow energy that sporadically altered its position by the hundreds of miles. Collectively, however, despite how far, it seemed ever closer with each moment. He was no stranger to an anomaly, he was one himself. Still...he felt that the Vasto was not yet satisfied, in truth, neither was he.
"Vincent!"
He heard the faint call from his supposed Primera. He smirked as his eyes opened slowly, like sharpened blades they pierced the Vasto Lorde's image, appearing as though he was looking through him. Beyond the dunes into the heart of these strange intruders. Menos beyond the standard scale. His own voice carried outward so that everyone in Las Noches could hear.
"Let them COME!!..."
"This ones not ready yet..."
He lifted the blade vertically before him, aiming it directly at the Vasto Lorde. It was his challenge, but it was Vincent's turn. A disruptive breeze caused the black cape behind him to carry along the wind. The blade seemed to vibrate with destructions pure essence. His knee's bent sternly in place. His body stiffened at first, then loosened. This time, he stepped forward, but rather than the unnecessary violent display he had previously displayed, when he phased from view, it was as gentle as the moon. All without disturbing his footing. All without allowing his presence the luxury of keeping pace with him. Like an elusive phantom, his appearance melded into view just six inches away from his adversary. Death seemed to descend upon him, their eyes would meet despite the height difference, however, there was no light in them. No shadow beneath his feet. Heliodoro had but an instant to discern the truth. In a moment, he would find his cheek severed from the left to the right horizontally. It would come without any true warning, and in truth, it was already in play and as soon as he was perceived, Heliodoro would fall if he did practice diligence. From the West, the king would move, and the knight would be taken from the board.

 

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characters: Fabius

Arrancars were not one to make idle threats indeed, and requesting an impossible task was something that was normal Fabius was no fool to the Arrancars intent, and he knew very well what was to come. The arrancar was out to kill them both, he had more than enough power to kill Menos; he knew that the threat was going to be followed upon, and the defiance of himself and the lizard would irritate the Primera. The killing intent was there already, and this wasn’t the enemy of my enemy situation. His head twisted around to get a quick look upon the arrancars face, to which he saw a clear frown; he knew what this meant, he didn’t delay, no time for feelings, only action was to happen.
“Audentes Fortuna Iuvat!” (Fortune Favors the bold)
In an instant, he activated his Percutiens Est Tigris and Floret Silva Furore allow his body to expand out as he twisted and lept towards the primera, at the same time his arms would come clashing together, the speed and momentum that his body gained wouldn’t allow him to stop, the clash but rather impale himself into the ceros and arms, destroying a good portion of his body, and destroying it entirely, major organs destroyed on the back half, and some on the front portion; yet still what remained of his body kept momentum; blood would explode out right and splash into the Primera’s lower half staining those pure white clothing, his mouth had opened up and out came a splash of blood would come hurling out aiming to hit the Primera’s face. His claws and arm were stretched out, his aim was the Primera’s eyes aiming to physically blind the child. His muscles thanks to his reiryoku placed into them would also kick in hollow rengeration into over drive, only regenerating the lower portion of his body, with all his muscles intact, but no major organs. The regeneration would most likely wrap around the Primera’s forarms and bind the two together, and with the momentum Fabius would continue to move forward. The Primera options would have been limited indeed; or at least in the eye of fabius, for he only saw two options, pull those arms back and be forced to oblirate fabius or rip fabius’ body from the inside, by pulling his arms to the side. Had he just sonidoed away, Fabius would be carried with him as his body would be formed around the arms of the Primera; his claws looking to dig into the eyes of the primera, while his body was looking to slam into the arrancar.
His life was forifet at this point, life was fading away from his eye, as he sacrificed much to do just one attack. “Your list of potential Arrancar shortens everyday you live Primera, your arrogance will spell the end Las Noches’ legacy.” it was most likely his last words last yet it was calm, and faded. He accepted what was to come, and was glad to know that he had chosen freedom over slavery. Even if he transformed into an arrancar and somehow climbed the ranks to become a espada he would always have the thought of being a slave to the king. “Libertatem omnino costs”