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“A bIRD?! DISGUSTING! FuCK oFF aND Die!”
How long had it been since she felt this? This feeling of pure bliss of becoming the prey to an unrelenting predator... For once, she feels hunted. The tendrils homing in on her location are deadly accurate, if not for the wind parting as they aim for her vital organs, she would perhaps have been dead much sooner, but alas, it gives her enough forewarn to alter her trajectory if only minimally, causing each and every tendril to miss each attempted finishing blow by mere millimeters. The slashes do nothing to alter or slow the woman's power or momentum, with her innards repairing instantly as the tendrils slice through them, as if nothing at had happened to them, even so, the evidence of damage is prevalent as her blood rains down from the sky, leaving a clear trail to follow for those on the ground. Her eyes widen, her pupils dilating with euphoria at the sight of her own blood being spilled. For the first time in a
long time, she clashes with something that has absolutely no sense of caution towards her, and she can't possibly be any more elated at the new dance partner in this waltz of death.
“YouR’e a CRaZy LITTLE BITCH ArEN’t YA?!”
She was, is, and always continue to be. No one in their right mind would have purposely sought out to engage this
monster, much less seek to further its evolution, but she alone, with no strategy, no plan, no regard to the order or structure of the world or the universe, does as she likes for her own amusement. And now this hollow trespasser presses her on, further and further than anyone had ever done so. A searing pain pulsates through her chest as a single tendril impales her the moment of her directional shift. Her eyes look down, the pain, while intense, isn't quite enough to cause her to shriek in pain. No, she stares at it for the fraction of a moment before it separates and splits her omnidirectionally. Touch after touch after touch. A graze, a brush. The blood coating his tendrils, all subtleties the woman uses in her very own hunts. As fast as his bodily extensions travel, her innate recuperative abilities are still far superior, and while he succeeds in making a mess of her body in a bloody display with his appendages slicing her repeatedly, the witch's organs heal as quickly as the damage they sustain, any slower, and she risks irreparable damage to her vital organs, any faster, and she risks healing over the tendril. And in doing so, further risks this evolutionary beast to further grow in abilities. No, now she tests the waters, what he can do, what he will do. She struggles to free herself from the continued onslaught, her voice cut off repeatedly due to slashing and brutalizing by the hollow.
Pinned to the floor, Elliora is completely oblivious to the audience that has gathered around her and the hollow, even the gate of meant to contain the two, made by Galia who had followed her from Las Noches, went unnoticed by her. It isn't until the momentum behind the very pebble she threw at the unevolved hollow, that she notices them, or at least, them shattering under the strain of the transferred power and force that caused the crater corralling them in to grow thrice its size. If caught unawares, those on the edges would undoubtedly fall into the pit of death, putting them at odds with the very menace that mercilessly slashed and carved away at the zero espada. The very Zero Espada that lays in a pool of her own blood and chunks of organs that were cut out from inside, making it seem as if there is nothing more left of her but a puddle. Finally with reprieve from the the brutal attack, she stands, drenched in her own blood, yet unscathed. Blood and other liquids and chunks fall and drip from her body as watches him slowly turn to her. That was
her hunting style. Feigning helplessness and weakness, after all, with little strength to her hierro, more often than not, weapons and attacks easily rupture skin, but her latent abilities don't only lie in her speed, but also her regenerative capabilities, as demonstrated. She hears the clenching. The sheer force of his teeth grinding together, infuriated by the woman's antics, and she can't help but grin broadly back at him.
“Is THaT aLL YoU gOt YOU C-
AAAAAAAAAA-”
She licks the liquid from her lips, savoring the taste of her own blood. Her clothes now a tattered mess are stained red, fully drenched as if the nectar of life had been used to dye it. The monster's vagido echoes through, amplified by the large crater, turning it to a type of sonic cannon aimed at the sky, sure to obliterate anything out of the sky that comes within its range. It is finally here, that a slight iridescence is seen just barely peeking from the gaps in the blood decorating her body. Biding her time, her reiryoku swirling within her, it was not focused on accelerating her healing, no. Feather by feather, layered one on top of the other, over the entirety of her body, a new form of barrier forms on the woman. Clear, iridescent scaled feathers now cover her entirety, from head to toe, even shielding her ear drums and nostrils from the effects of the concentrated vagido released by the monster. The scaled feathers leave no gap to allow the foreign spiritual energy to seep through, much less for his tendrils to penetrate, instead, they begin to vibrate. The frequency increases drastically by the instant, and like she wasted no time in approaching the monster upon its appearance, she now disappears from the vicinity.
“-AAAHAAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHA-”
Quite possibly the only one capable of bearing witness to the birth of the newest arrancar born at the epicenter of this burst of raw power, and completely enthralled by the sheer power, having personal experience with the power of the effects of the Crystal Sangriento, Elliora vanishes. A clear sign to anyone within earshot of her sonido to make themselves scarce. Her eyes glance back to see, only to burn and pop, spewing goo from her sockets, then heal, only to repeat the cycle a few times before the explosion crescendos. She continues this process of sonido combined with the hyper vibration of her Plumaje Escalado (規模 羽, [Rom. Kibo Hane] Lit. "Scaled Plumage") so long as the mushroom cloud of spiritual energy grows and
claims the skies. For once, the Queen of the Heavens does not mind the intrusion to the sky. No. Despite her eyes bursting and melting out of her sockets, and being thrust forward by the force of the explosion; something her scaled feathers would have usually dispersed, instead, she repurposes them to accelerate her speed even further. As each and every feather vibrating against her body shoots the concentrated bursts of wind from around her, her speed is increased drastically, even faster than the very tendrils that pierced her skin and tore her apart previously. She can feel the heat behind her, threatening to melt her body as the crystal once did. She turns her gaze forward, and upward, as she heads higher into the sky, she can hear as everything behind her is eviscerated. She doesn't bother to waste her time searching for someone to help or save. Why would she? If they do not survive this, then they have no right to call themselves espada, or even arrancar at this point. Oh how she wished to be right there, at the center of it all, witnessing the monster's evolution with her very own eyes, but she will have to wait for his transformation to conclude.
What seems like an endless explosion of power, finally ceases, revealing the world around her. Where she only saw red, then black, then red again, now she sees the shine of the glass and a single man standing at the epicenter of the glass disk. What was once a wasteland riddled with hollows cannibalizing themselves in hopes of evolution, now is a thick panel of glass, reflecting the world above it.
"-AHAHAAAAAAA FUCK YES.”
But a spec in the sky once again, and possibly the only one able to hear this his booming voice as the only person remaining with life in the surrounding area. The wind surrounds her, swirling violently as she braces herself to descend on him yet again. She holds her arms close to herself, making herself smaller, more aerodynamic, more so than she already was, her breathing speeds up, practically panting as she plummets to the man at neck breaking speeds. A new shade of red appears on her face as she closes the distance. Even her eyes have a different look upon them, as she keeps her gaze fixed on the newly born arrancar. Her body shivers with anticipation and excitement. The coating of blood dries and flakes away as distance between the two instantly disappears. She mutters sweet nothings to the winds, meant only for him to hear.
"¿Como te sientes? ¿Sientes el poder? Ven, ven, quier- ¡¡¡NECESITO JUGAR CONTIGO!!! ¡DIME TU NOMBRE!"
"How do you feel? Do you feel the power? Come, come, I wan- I NEED TO PLAY WITH YOU!!! TELL ME YOUR NAME!"
"Q-quiero saber a que sabes.~♪"
"I-I want to know what you taste like.~♪"
She's demanding and imposing, even at the cost of her own safety, she calls for is attention. Elliora, draws her second blade, having never released the first blade in her left hand, she knows he will not hesitate to attack her a second time, much less after having witnessed her practically return from certain death. Her body begins to rotate mid flight, adding additional speed, as well as an unstoppable spin, aided by the winds circulating her body. The Bloodied Dancer begins her waltz, rotating with such force that the heat accumulating on the blades of her weapons melts through the glass like a hot knife through butter. No way will he pass up on the opportunity to brutalize the reinvigorated woman a mid flight a second time, though attempting the same method will only result in limbs and appendages to be severed by the slicing capabilities of the espada turned blender. Now she aims to separate but a morsel of the monster's arm from the rest of his body. Was he like her? Is he capable of regenerating as she is? And he will just regrow his arm like she does time and time again? Or is he like Enrico with a strong hierro? The sheer pleasure is impossible to contain as the distance from him disappears and she connects blade to hierro, slicing through rather than crushing, she needs to know. Her mouth drooling at the thought of eating from such a powerful source. The intense, radiating head of the blades aid in melting away the opposition her weapons would otherwise receive against the pure mass of muscle before her.
"¡Dame una probadita! ¡No seas egoista!"
"Give me a taste! Don't be selfish!"
