OmoniHageshī
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“ Ya give up y—”
A sequence of explosions erupted in the area that surrounded the two beasts of prey currently locked in combat. Intense heat that made one swear their skin was beginning to burn away being under the influence of it’s pressure emanated without end directly unto the ninth and the eleventh division’s captains. Their mighty blasts shook the atmosphere to splinters and vibrant flashes of light released blinding fury! Of course, this was nothing that his battleborn superior was unfamiliar with. Actually, she was rather accustomed to enthralling herself in bombing barrages having produced countless ones herself and so unbeknownst to either of them she sympathized with Yugure’s opinion that the onslaught of outbursts was more annoying than effective. Great minds thought alike and all that. Warfare and what went with it was something that woman thrived in and if any of her senses, which were already exceptionally lacking to begin with, were stripped from her then Omoni resorted to relying on seasoned reflexes. Instinct. Instinct that had dragged her from significant contact, blitzkriegs and even in some instances death’s door.
Somewhere in the cacophony of detonations Ikari had cast two weaponized marbles intended to pierce completely through the pair of them and had ingeniously utilized the compression built up from their expeditious ricochettes in order to do the trick. Yugure had succeeded in a stealthy escape from Namakizu's tendril. She also narrowly missed her personal barbel but Omoni had not evaded her's. The orb met it’s mark superbly with a terrific BANG and as an added bonus it combusted and scattered it’s razor sharp shrapnel outwards. All that was left was for the smoke to clear so that Hiroka could get a look at his handy work but what he would surely see would not be what he desired to see. Very much still standing, Hageshi lifted a large scarred hand to her lower abdomen and proceeded to brush away at a bloodied singe. The injury, if it could be called that, was a millimeter deep and a few inches wide. Try as he might, the fourth seat belonging to her department was unable to puncture a hide as thick as his captain’s. In addition to that, his towering opponent possessed the innate ability to ensure the strength of her mind, body and spirit was ever growing. This meant that there was not a set level for him to surpass. A couple more sweeps with her fingers caused the remaining shavings to flitter away with the wind sparkling like precious gems or stars. Her attention was not fixated on Ikari whom had maimed some of her, no...if someone were to describe her expression in that moment it would have been one of confusion. Regardless of what had happened, something else was seemingly on the mind of the giantess as if she'd already put the blemish out of her mind. It was a far cry from the more appropriate anguished grimace that should have rightly been there but when one took into account just who Omoni Hageshi was, that wouldn't seem the least bit out of character. When it came to pain the monstress woman was built differently. High degrees of it was something that she welcomed graciously. She loved it. It made her pleasure as bizarre as that was. However, it looked like what Hiroka managed to do wasn't substantial enough to indentify as anything to the calloused captain. Nah, she was more concerned with her friend Yasu at that particular moment. That was more interesting!
She know she lost her hands? Eh, she's lost a whole arm before maybe that's nothin'...That's amazin'!' After all, as the flames gave way they might have produced some kind of optical illusion that had given captain Yugure the peculiar impression that she had escaped to her own devices with not only her limbs but also having dealt a spiritually crippling blow to the lumbering Hageshi. Yasu was as swift as she was hardy and so maybe that was the reason that she did not recognize the pain of her bones, muscle and flesh disintegrating away up to her wrists. It could have also been the perpetual heat radiating from all directions or the cauterization of those wounds in the process of their creation that masked their demise, numbing what should have been excruciating agony. Surely that could have caused such a volatile phenomenon to be rather mild had that been the case. It could have easily been misconstrued as the same intensity of the burning sensation that came from her fourth seat’s incessant calefaction. One could say that it provided suitable cover to hide that sort of incineration especially during lightning fast actions being taken by Captain Yugure. A lot could happen during a fight.
” Boy, yer’ tough Su!”
So much so that when Yasu sent out the proverbial call for Bankai to her Zanpakuto and slipped away to conceal herself into her pitch black marshland, she hadn’t registered the loss of her limbs. Not right away at least. Give er' time. that’s what Omoni thought. That’d be all her comrade would need. However, coming to terms with it would be something else entirely up to the pink haired brat. These explanations would account for Su’s unshaken confidence after failing to retreat at the first appearance of her fiery reiatsu. The first sign should have been the sight of her viscous shikai melting away, repelled by these blue flames. Instead, she had chosen to drive further into them figuring that she could endure their heat as she had withstood the previous that’d absconded her in the precipice of their struggle. What she failed to understand was that the conflagration that had enveloped Hageshi and Yasu’s intended Senka was a sham. This reiatsu was tantamount to severely potent acid and dissolved what it came into contact with nearly instantaneously. The perceived contact the Shunpo technique made was just that, perceived and done so falsely. The power and velocity necessary to pursue such finite strikes was lost along with Yugure’s offending extremities. Even if the maneuver managed to land it could not hope to forge past her natural defenses to make a difference.
It went without saying that in the course of her long life the matron had weathered an incalculable amount of calamitous incursions. During her servitude unto the Seireitei she encountered scores of exceptionally high level beings deemed enemy and broke what was demanded of her. In most cases the woman was rarely seen as she was more often than not sent away on perilous missions with no expectation for her return dead or alive. Superiors fed up with her defiant attitude cast her away to these tasks with hopes Omoni would die since she proved time and time again that she was incredibly difficult to deal with on both a practical and social level. Although it could take her months, years even, Hageshi always rebounded just as disgruntled as she had been before if not more than when she had been dispatched and each instance she proved victorious.
Contrary to numerous predictions, the accosted Rukongai scum exceeded all assumptions and elevated herself to the top of the eleventh division’s ranks. What her adversaries came face to face with on the hallowed fields of battle could only be considered an impenetrable acropolis. It did misshapen that they had the short end of the stick having to combat Namakizu’s sterling defense mechanisms but in the unlikely event that the Oni didn’t stop them in their tracks, then the giant femme fatale put an indefinite stop to their interventions. Compared to her impermeable chassis, Omoni’s humongous spiked club was the least of their worries. Just by looking at the grande dame, one could tell that they had bitten off more than they could possibly chew. She was a visage of bulging muscle, wartorn leather flesh and stalwart conviction. Along her journey to where she was now involved commencing combat with some of the most proficient shunpo users in the soul society, many of them employing Senka in hopes of quelling the colossal storm of spiritual energy inhabiting Hageshi. No doubt, having heard one of the myriad of rumors about it’s overwhelming command with the desire to best her by taking it out of the equation. In over eight hundred years none had succeeded, none had come close to driving their fists through her inborn buffer or causing Omoni discomfort except for Captain Yasu Yugure. She alone had nearly done it. Had the acerbic reiatsu not been rapidly eating away at her appendages as well as the vital velocity even with the momentum generated by Omoni herself, each of Hageshi’s crucial pressure points would have been sealed and with it her paramount reiryoku. Sadly, it just wasn’t enough to topple her walls. All that was left was the afterimage of the young captain which quickly faded from view upon her evacuation of the scene.
“Ban...”
“Didn’t even feel that, did ya!?”
“...kai.”
Omoni flashed another of her signature cigars to life between her lips and leisurely imbibed it’s satisfying smoke. Then would come the twisting of the battlefield, entirely in the grasp of Yugure. Like a sea of night, the view was awe-inspiring. Scorned souls of the enemies that had fallen into the clutches of the swamp thrust their digits to the skies but having been absorbed into the very makings of their sludge prison were unable to break free to be exposed to a fresh breath of reality. Even so they squirm and writhe without voice, without soul. Where those with sensibility would recoil in fear being presented with such an immense and visually repulsive obstacle, seeing Yugure’s Bankai blossom to life before her eyes completely invigorated that woman. Although her strength had been ever growing since the beginning of the encounter at a steady pace, the notion that Yasu had chosen to reveal one of the highest cards in her deck sent Omoni’s spiritual power sky high with no indication it intended to slow down. Otherwise unfazed Now she was steamed up. Nay, she was elated! Bankai was among if not the most valued skill in a Shinigami’s arsenal and to be influenced to utilize it indicated that the user determined their opponent to be more than a challenge. Deluded joy coursed through every vein in her gargantuan body and she cast her arms out as if opening them to welcome a hug from a cherished friend. It was a game that only the two of them could play and she wanted IN.
“BAN . KAI!”
Was it respect? Was it simply her child-like impatience that caused her to lose herself to the throws of her impenetrable passion? Who could say? Summoning Namakizu’s highest power caused everything within a ten mile radius of Omoni’s body to extravasate into her signature blue reiatsu. The grim waters below rippled and lotus quivered in response to the unleashing of Hageshi’s volatile evolution. Any and all fashion of the arms intended to rip her out of the sky were foiled by the same acidic flares that now surrounded her person. When the eruption cleared, she was still blanketed by their flames but unlike before, she was encased in what could only have been described to be a rampart guard.
There, the shadow crusader hovered. Head to toe the titanic woman’s once exposed form had become fortified by a suit of armor as dark as the swamp beneath her. While once her white haori shone brightly, it hung on in decimated tatters seemingly content with draping itself over her left shoulder where it would hang listlessly. Though it appeared to be devoid of it's former grandeur it refused to relinquish it’s hold on its wearer. Behind a helmet, her wild cerulean stare had morphed into something refined and stern. Mahogany locks flew like a banner at her back, somehow having increased in length.
Besides some private sessions of training there had been two executive times that Omoni had resorted to unveiling her Bankai. Once had been the very first time she’d been pushed to it during a bout and the defeat of the hellish Togabito swordeater that had invaded Karakura in the world of the living. Funnily enough, it had also been the very moment that she had unlocked it after a waiting period of eight hundred years. Not long after that would come the second time, when she had gone head to head with the second division’s deadly captain; Kyomu Mukuro. In the process of determining if she had what it took to become a captain she had let her Bankai loose upon the snake only to be left with frustration that neither were able to deal a decisive blow before he had called the exam off. Even if she did ultimately end up with the promotion to the head of the eleventh division. In that time up until the games, Hageshi had worked tirelessly to perfect the technique to the point that its look and aspects had undergone a complete renovation. For instance, at one point the sword itself previously resembled a cleaver as opposed to the great blade it was today.
Truthfully, Captain Hageshi hadn’t dreamed that Hiroka could muster the fight that he had been putting up. She’d expected big things from him as a seated member of her division and to say that she was proud of his display was not untrue. Granted, she barely knew the man as they hadn’t crossed paths formally until very recently. Her busy schedule of avoiding any and everyone had assured that. If he was stunned that his attack did him no merit, that would not be strange. He had yet to know her just the same! It was about time that she rectified that determined it was about time she had properly introduced herself to him.
With no pinnable target to find in Yasu, Omoni turned her attention to the only viable option left; Hiroka. Captain Hageshi's fearsome sights set on their mark and like the majestic bird that she resembled, Hageshi rocketed forth with a great blade at her right side clasped tightly in her claws. The gleam of her azure leer was unable to keep up with her beastly speed, leaving behind a fragile trail for only a blink of an eye. That was all it took to cross the distance between her and Ikari. Without affording him another second his captain charged with her talons extended a width that far exceeded the very size of his head. This was what they would entrap within them and take the man along for the ride in the process. The sheer physical strength alone was enough to threaten to crush his skull but as they flew she made certain to collide him with each tree in their path on the way. Of course, this would in turn keep him out of the blackened paws actively pursuing them. According to Omoni, Hiroka had to be the next to go if she wanted to isolate Su and take part in what would undoubtedly prove to be an estimable one on one engagement. Without his own Bankai to resort to, did the fourth seat honestly stand a chance against either of his remaining opponents? By all accounts, the odds were not in his favor and lessened every second. During her assault on Hiroka it went without question that Yasu would be hunting him and lashing out in any way she could manage. Would he truly be able to withstand two captains' onslaught and if so…for how much longer?
