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The weather above him didn’t seem to be getting any more friendly, the grey clouds that churned above him, turning black now as the once clear dark blue night sky that blanketed the ceiling of Karakura and beyond.The scene now transformed, set to the perfect atmosphere for this Quincy to take advantage of. Finding himself in a dire predicament, as the bolt of lightning now formed and charged in the clouds night sky and showered itself down upon Blatz’ airborne body, as he tried to take advantage of the sudden winds that carried his body before the thunder strike took him down to the ground, charging the atoms of his soul as he was brought down in a mighty roar of lightning. His body ionized from the lightning, and streaks of static could be seen flickering off of the metal that bounded the rest of the building together. He tumbled into a form of slight roll perpendicular to the wall of metal, he had his wits about him still to a degree, but just needed to regain control of his upper body to spread and flap his wings to catch air.
In the corner of his yellow orbs, yet another bolt of blue flew towards not only upwards, but towards his body. New incentive to get out of harm's way, adrenaline for survival now kicking in. He started to unfurl his torso from the crotch area as he tumbled down the side of the building, then stretched his arms outward, thus giving freedom to his extra appendages as well in his wings. Air flow kissed the inner arches of flesh and bone as he caught air once more, skewing into a glide but his body still remained so shook, flapping was damn near impossible. His joints stiff, he could only steer with his shoulders and hips as he steered himself out of the violent blast of lightning, and just barely missed the blue streak of energy shot towards his direction, barely missing his right side. Blatz’ then knew he missed complete annihilation. But for how much longer? his joints would take time to return to their regular state of mobility. He had few options to fall back on now. Soon, he veered straight into a nearby wall to break the glide and crashed into the ground with less violence than intended.
He was a natural for sensing presences, even more so than his Hollow brethren which made him a slight rarity among those of his kind. He felt the presence of the Quincy perpetrator in his midst. His vision slightly impaired, he began to gather what remaining Reiatsu and reiryoku within his body and send it in the form of charge throughout his body, but not so much as to alarm the Quincy incoming. He could merely assume it's the extra ionized reiatsu from his previous attack. Mentally his equilibrium was clear, it was visually that lied the issue. He then started to charge reiatsu within his throat, the muscles within loosening and lubricating themselves as he would begin to charge yet another sound piercing blast. He quickly gathered himself but played under the guise he was still recovering, laying on his side, unmoving. Smoke and destruction befell the street that they were on, Making all views vague, but the sounds were quiet after impact. Citizens either died from that thunder or saw it coming and ran. It made no difference to Baltz’ destruction was on his mind anyway from the moment he came here.
He kept a keen lock on the presence of the Quincy, but he would soon reveal himself as he stepped into the gulf of smoke. The white bat would also feel yet another presence in the immediate area, above. No. Now below on ground level. He was quick, but he had the same smell as two previous individuals that he had the opportunity to gobble on for his late dinner. ”Ahh...A Shinigami appears...I suppose they can agree with Quincy on one thing indeed. Pesky creatures…” he would think to himself. As the smoke cleared, the Quincy. A tall but slim white haired male who seemed to boast more of an air of arrogance and temperamentality than his thunderous reiatsu could, stood before Blatz’ and looked him in the eyes as he entered the arena. Removing his glasses he would peer into the hollows eyes seemingly before he imagined his death. He didn’t plan to make it that easy. It was there that the Shinigami boasted a lot of words, asking him to dance? Quite an awkward statement for one such as himself who not only did not ‘dance’ or enjoy music in any fashion at this stage in life. He viewed that as a slight and would soon take matters into his own hands and see about that. The temperature now fluctuates from hot to cold as the weight of the blonde haired fools reiatsu that he emitted into the air, trying to impose the will of fear into the soul of the hollow. He stuttered on his following move upon feeling the weight of the powers around him, but had something in store for them as well.
With the dust still clearing, taking advantage of the momentary pause before all bodies were revealed within the dust, Blatz’ mustered all remaining powers within his left arms joints, bending them and wafting the dust into the eyes of the entities that tried to harm him. In the same moment, he let off his dog whistle like reiatsu as it traveled through the immediate area freezing the actions of any and all who could stand to hear it. Cracking glass, warping weaker metals in the area and even knocking out the surrounding street lights turning the street black as the night that befell them. With the dark clouds rolled in, visibility would be limited, Blatz soon leaped away as best he could, spanning about little over a meter and in similar fashion let loose a sound blast from his mouth in near harmony with his already blaring reiatsu, large enough and with enough concussive force to rip both men from their feet and repulse their bodies away from Blatz in a violent gust of sound and air. the Shinigami was close to his body but the Quincy however, bold enough to approach his seemingly frail body much closer than the Shinigami who took some caution. Given the range and power behind the blast, the Quincy would have more than likely been deaf from the oncoming assault. This was out of desperation, he would then attempt to flee if the attack would be successful. Slowly regaining control over his limbs from his previous state of shock, he tried to stay nimble and ready.
