[BSD-RP] The Valley of Screams

[Shinigami]

With hands still blue-hot from the secondary emission of his spell, his spare hand already grabs ahold of his zanpakuto, its glowing golden blade slicing below him in unison with the shield’s timely eradication.
In a flash, a lightning-fast arc zips downwards and severs through the dispersed remnants of her murky umbrella and the flames, cleaving cleanly through her. At best, she would lose an arm in the startling chaos. At worst… it would result in a disastrous situation for her that was unbelievably gruesome; Yet either scenario would still prove to be hilariously simple for the great Doctor to address.
He had seen her offensive capabilities and still found them lacking, despite nearly reaching her target and missing by literal hairs. But, being dangerously close meant nothing in the unpredictable dance known as the battle to the death where even her slightest misstep could equal a fatal mistake. With her attacks falling short and her defense even more so, the girl would need to drastically change her tempo if she wished to throw off Captain Nakamoto. Now fully aware of her supposed limits, Yasu Yūgure desperately needed something more to present if she wished to impress, not simply relying on the same parlor tricks she had regularly exercised in their younger days.
Was this truly all she had to offer?
. . .
It seemed… it was.
She was wrong in thinking she had somehow shifted Yu’s attention, the boy himself having not at all paid any attention to the tendrils. It was Yasu who had found herself deceived, wasting valuable time in addressing the Captain’s afterimage with said tendrils. His likeness’s cleave remains uninterrupted as it was impossible to interrupt… for what was there in this world or the next capable of impeding the progress of a mirage? Whatever plans the lieutenant had arranged in her head, she was thinking too many steps ahead. While typically planning ahead would be a strategy that would be met with praise, it would mean nothing if she failed to address the problem that had already descended upon her.
Whatever explosion she foresees coming fails to arrive at the moment she expects. Whatever escape she had prepared for herself would be cut short, instead consumed moments prior by the Fairy’s legitimate follow up. She assumes there to be more time in between his miscalculated assault, but the boy is relentless, having released both blasts in quick succession. Without interruption, the second wave of his spell crashes down on an occupied Yasu, now potentially reeling from the ghastly blade that at this point is wafting through her. With ferocious power capable of shattering Bankai in the hands of a proficient user, in the hands of a master, Yasu and her accompanying sludge are utterly powerless in its wake. Merely one helping of these catastrophic flames is plenty enough to force her hand, yet coupled with a second dose, the girl is left to brave the full weight of the twofold spell and seek shelter within Kurosawa. But, her Shikai would prove useless to provide any sort of relief, its power even potent enough to flat out instantly disintegrate her second skin before broiling her bronzed flesh all in a blink.
With his sensory skills on a similar tier to his astonishing hohō and kidō mastery, Yū wouldn’t rely plainly on just his sight to keep track of the pink-haired Shinigami-- no, his entire being was fixated on her, to the slightest of her movements, to the faintest of her breaths, down to the softest ebbs and flows of her reiryoku. Fully confident in her speed, praising her own prowess as a close second to achieving mastery, it still wouldn’t be notable enough to escape the Fairy’s grasp— an already proven master. If she stood no chance in keeping up against her own Captain, a fact she was fully aware of as his subordinate, how did she expect to blatantly outmaneuver his one and only equal? Yasu had only found herself almost there— whether it be her failed attack, her failing defense, and her lacking speed, and on all three counts, she would inevitably fall short in the sharpened eyes of Captain Nakamoto.
The newborn energy that slicks off his blade zips downwards and even without direct sight of the girl, even amidst the calamity within the blaze, his golden cleave is remarkably clean. Its weight is overbearing, containing the power to level skyscrapers at its most basic form; And with the kidō master's body already victim to his own great momentum as a result of firing off his dual kidō, the dense energy whistles through the sky towards her at a phenomenal rate. It refuses to waver, simultaneously dividing the girl’s left side from the rest. Locks of pink are shaved from her head before being incinerated in the fire, her left ear joining the conflagration. Her shoulder suffers the same fate, blood violently erupting from the socket as her detached muscled arm now dives joint first towards the ground. Her slim waist saves her exposed abdomen from nothing worse than violent burns that are passionately soaked into her skin; Yet her broad hips endanger her left side to become a victim to a vicious skinning of her side and leg.
This wasn’t Yū’s first rumble with a barbarian, virtually chained to one himself in the form of his Lieutenant; Nor was it his first time dealing with someone above average in the art of flash stepping. But no matter what she believed, it was a fact that her movements would in no way shape or form mimic those of Yū’s, merely presenting a cheap imitation of his evasion that would do nothing but hinder her. If she ever wished to succeed, the thought of combatting Captain Nakamoto in such a straightforward manner would need to be abandoned unless she wished to lose more than she already had. While she had initiated their encounter on a strong note, her opportunity to show more than her introductory gimmick was dimming fast, as all she was doing up to this point was merely exerting more effort just to receive no reward.

 

[Shinigami]

How unfortunate...
Her body was caked in blood and burns, but the adrenaline that rushed through her body was keeping her nerves from registering the vicious pain that would have been searing through her senses. The sudden weightlessness on her left side was registered, the vicious spell tearing through the flesh of her left shoulder, though she was rather lucky to have it be only her arm that suffers the most from the severing blow. The might of his flush flames come to caress her skin in the most unappealing attitude, burning through both her second skin and clothes to wound her so drastically.
She'd made a mistake and a nearly fatal one.
“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
A raspy cackle echoes in Yasu’s mind as her inner hollow has the absolute time of its life at Yasu’s expense. Tears stream from the corners of its eyes as it basks in the sheer joy that it feels from seeing its host be decimated from a simple misjudgment.
“You moron! You absolute fucking idiot! Whoop, there goes your arm! What are you gonna do now, huh, ya failure?! Come on, come on! LET ME TAKE OVER AND TEAR HIM TO PIECES!”
This evil double comes to latch onto Yasu’s back like a parasite, and the bubbling of her inner world grows restless from the imbalance of emotions that swarm her. Yasu feels panic, not from the sudden dismemberment, but the strength of her Inner Hollow. Her wall had come crumbling down, and that thing was quick to try to consume her well-being. Thin white fingers creep over her eyes and Yasu grabs its wrists, yanking them away from her face and practically launching the parasite far from her.
“Damare!”
Her voice thunders in the open space. As if she'll let the thing take over. She'd lost an arm, but not her mind. Her inner hollow hisses, continuing to beckon her to let loose. They stand face-to-face with one another, the both of them waiting for the other to bend before they break.
Her body falls from the skies, and she lands unceremoniously on her two feet for a moment before crumbling under the pressure placed on her left side and dropping down to a knee as she rested upon the broken platform, looking up at Yūna... Most of the damage received was designated to the left side of her body. Blood was pouring from the severed limb, but to staunch the bleeding, Yasu had manipulated her Shikai to cover the gushing wound and even go so far as to create an artificial limb to replace the one lost from the captain’s malicious Zangerin.
“Kusooooo...”

Wiping the blood that stained her forehead, Yasu let out soft breaths as she tried to calm her nerves from being too riled up from the events that happened in her head. Her brows furrowed. The look of determination didn't waiver once, and perhaps that was the best part of her. Even after such a tragic loss that would normally render opponents incapable of taking another step, let alone draw another breath, she'd count herself lucky. She wouldn't die, but clearly, her proctor was intent on driving her to the brink of death. Even if he wasn't, she would have to give her all.
...
“Bankai: Hasasaku Kurosawa.”
From beneath her feet erupts the pool of her Shikai that rested within the cracks of the disfigured rocks, skyrocketing high into the air nearly twenty meters tall, shielding Yasu's body from the naked eye as she loses herself in the marsh. Her body sinks into the depths of her Bankai and beneath her feet, a large lotus forms as others begin to sprout from different areas of the rocky surface, stems nearly as thick and tall as oak trees, lotuses bloomed or simple buds that have yet to do so. The walls of the marsh begin to fall, creating a sort of black rain as it gravitates back down from its initial release. From the sides, the murky tendrils attach to four other pillars, one right after the other until it had created a blanket that mimicked its centerpiece. The number of lotuses seemed almost infinite, the expansiveness of her marsh overwhelming, and rather large compared to her past releases. The haunting number of bloomed lotuses is alarming...
Yet not as alarming as what stood within the core of it all.

“Yūna.”
“Yūna."
His name falls from her with layers, her own tone, and her inner hollow. They had little time to waste, especially in this particular form. At the moment the black rain stops and she calls for him, hundreds of tendrils sprout from the many pillars she touches in the formation of hands, all racing towards the fourth division captain to capture him. Hands would crash against one another, combining and those droplets that came would form another stream of an artificial limb, continuing its path towards him. She would follow closely behind, running atop one of the many stalks that snaked its way towards the captain, constantly moving between the sailing tendrils back and forth to keep from being in one place for too long.
Even in such a state, Yasu had nothing in her sights but Yū Nakamoto.

 

[Shinigami]

No remorse is felt from Yū, his eyes fixed on the warranted result of Yasu’s abrasiveness. She falls victim to his assault, and as planned, loses an arm as well as her pride in the process.
“Damare!”
… she exclaims in rage before making her descent. Her body crashes to the ground, landing feet first before falling on one knee in assumed strain. He observes her recovery, the sludge that she sought to use as a defense now snakes back towards her, forming a makeshift arm. Blood stains her skin and even from this distance… he could feel her anger. Prior examinees had given up from less...
“Bankai: Hasasaku Kurosawa.”
... but still Lieutenant Yūgure was persistent. Yasu growls to release her Bankai as a familiar ooze seeps out from the cracks on the bedrock floor. Kurosawa rushes to cover her, shooting upwards towards the Captain, indirectly alarming him to flash step even more meters upwards. Yet it lingers after a short-lived journey upwards before pooling back down as rain. He loses sight of Yasu as darkness spreads endlessly, lotuses blooming atop the hidden ground floor.
“What is this...”
… he wonders, unable to decipher much from his overhead angle. Regardless, its reach is… massive. The floor is no longer even visible to the Captain, her expansive ooze stretching out to unfathomable limits. Yet, his eyes are drawn back to its center as her cover drops, revealing the girl’s new form from within. If her Bankai wasn’t intimidating enough, what followed was alarming enough to compensate.
“Yūna.”
“Yūna."
...the haunting voices call out in unison, summoning the birth of innumerable tendrils honed in on the Captain. Realizing just what he’s caused to inspire such passion from Yasu finally dawns on him upon the sight... of the mask.

“Ah... shit.”

Without further hesitation, the Vizard begins her assault. From the deep marsh tendrils sprout towards Yū, the ends splitting off to form outstretched hands; And with her advance comes the boy’s immediate flight. His wings, already outstretched, beat only once before launching him in the opposite direction, flying away at a significant rate away from her approach. He cuts through the air with ease, darting from side to side continuously, making an already difficult target even that much harder to strike. He zooms through the air, his gelled hairstyle losing shape as it is pulled back forcefully from the wind. His rustling haori and shihakushо̄ as well fall victim to their loose structure, effectively making the boy appear as nothing but a winged blob of black and white.
It isn’t until he turns his head for a moment to steal a glimpse behind him that he notices Yasu as well in feral pursuit, leaping from stalk to stalk to reach the Captain. Well-equipped to outrun her many times over still, he slows his pace down substantially, if only to better view her closer and to ensure her focus remains on him. When her approach seems to quicken, the Captain easily amps his stride up more. Likewise, when their gap seems to be abnormally wide, his wings cascade, slowing him down to potentially enlarge her hunger… to escalate the thrill of the chase.
As her image grows in size, Yasu’s pure intent to kill radiates even stronger— her feral grunts and her bulging muscles much more formidable up close. While he finds the taunting to be terrifying, the Captain finds a strange pleasure to it, yet the urge to release his Bankai beckons to him. He understands if this continues on… both of their fates would be uncertain. But still, he too must persevere; His duty would be to see the full extent of the Lieutenant’s ability so he could further judge if she was truly Captain material. With them drawing to the climax of their encounter, Yū couldn’t call it now… not quite yet. He steals a quick glance below him, as the familiar bedrock finally comes into vision, zooming high above past the edge of the marsh.
“Sprinkled on the bones of the beast…”
The need to meet her with an absolute end wasn’t necessary, but in due time, the boy was sure it would be inevitable. His blade is hastily placed back into its sheath, an action virtually unnoticeable as his form is still perceivable merely as an ever shifting blur mid-flight.
“… Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring…”
Yellow begins to coat his frame, leaving a luminescent trail in his wake. In reality, it is the product of Yū’s preparation of a spell, both his hands growing more vibrant and saturated with each essential second.
“… Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm…”
Just when it seems as if the boy has completely become a scorching streak of gold, the Captain suddenly bursts forth, accelerating much faster than he had previously displayed. He flips his body to now face the fast-approaching Yasu and her company, both his hands now jutting out in front of him. With his glowing palms faced outwards and fingers curled like a tiger, Yū cries...
“The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!
Hadō #63. Raikōhō!”
In a flash, the light washes off of him before forming into a surging beam that fires rashly in Yasu’s general direction. For a prideful marksman, the boy’s aim seems astoundingly horrid, his spell not really focused on a direct target. Perhaps, it strikes the girl’s mask directly… or her torso… or it would shoot past her. None of that mattered to the Captain, yet while any would assume an offensive spell such as this would rely on precision in some regards, this... was anything but that.
From his hands, chaotic streaks of lightning meet the hands of Kurosawa’s final release, uncontainable amounts of electricity coursing through their entirety at the moment of initial contact. These streaks of lightning are undeniably selfish, spreading from tendril to tendril, seeking to strike and travel through whatever finds itself within its reach in an attempt to encompass the marsh completely. And in the center of it all, remains a sprinting Yasu, mindlessly honed in on the now backward-facing Captain.
The boy’s kido was formidable enough, but rarely would he use an incantation unless he found it absolutely necessary. This spell wasn’t manifested to toy with the girl— it was cast to decisively annihilate the being that sought to bestow its power to her. Coupled with his transcendent speed, there was virtually little to nothing the Vizard could do to interfere with his cast and upon its cast, there would be little to nothing else the Vizard could do… period.
Simultaneous with his spell’s contact, the hardened tendrils of Kurosawa would instantly become liquid, if not already, before seizing up and returning to the ground as nothing but sizzled, lifeless ooze. His spell’s reach wouldn’t be limited to merely the immediate vicinity— no, it would stretch for meters and meters back behind her, passionately following the trail left behind by her tendrils. Wild streaks would form a makeshift cage around their path, before striking indiscriminately at varying parts of the marsh. Her lotuses would fare no different, broiling in intense heat before returning to the cesspool of black that stained that portion of the bedrock.
As for Yasu herself, the heat she had endured moments prior would be nothing compared to the incoming shockwave. Lightning would course through her every vein, her muscles and nerves seizing up just like the paltry tendrils she had assumed had ever stood a chance at reaching the young Captain. While her body was an unbreakable temple, her figure sculpted from steel, the same could not be said for her mask which would no doubt crack from the mocking specks of electricity that would flicker haphazardly all around her from the very moment he had declared his Hadō.
It isn’t until after that a deafening…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
… rings throughout the valley; A testament to the speed of his spell’s discharge, its’ force only being audible moments after its cast. Despite his offense seemingly airtight, the Captain doesn’t dare slow down, on the off-off-off chance he finds himself unfortunately caught in the after effects of his kidо̄. The boy merely circles around, eyes hard focused on the Lieutenant in anticipation of her next act…
Surely, it wasn’t surrender.

 

[Shinigami]

Crash
He takes flight, the boy’s glowing wings shining nearly as bright as the sun itself. Her golden orbs are trained as she glides across the looming black stalks that dwindle both hers and the captain’s bodies in size by hundreds of times their body mass. Much like her own movement, Yūna was moving in swiftness, avoiding the strikes of her multitudes of murky limbs from grabbing him as he continued to fly farther from her pursuit. His speed only drives the young Vizard to grow faster just to trail behind him. Along with these stalks, it seems as though with every step she takes several lotus buds to begin to sprout along the length of these murky streams from the droplets rained from the multiple crashes of wave after wave. Even the contents of her makeshift arm had grown a few along its length.
She catches a momentary glance back from him and the sudden gap between them slowly begins to close, yet her speed has yet to be reduced, as was the number of buds appearing. For every moment she grows closer, he seems to tease her in the chase and then greaten the gap once more. He was enjoying himself, and Yasu couldn't help but want to indulge in the captain's fantasies. The image of her mask surely had deterred her proctor's heart. If she'd gotten lucky, it would've stopped right there, but alas, they were in this cat-and-mouse situation. The both of them were unaware of each other's capabilities on the extent of each other's Bankai.
“Kowai...”
“Kowai...”
Yasu found her proctor to be quite frightening, even before this ordeal. His being seems to move in a blur, but in contrast to the black and white, his body begins to emit this opaque yellow aura, and her gaze narrows. It is dim, but with each second passed, the glow begins to brighten and the mouth of her mask pries open with a motion of the same likeness, but without his eyes fully on her, the ominous orange glow that emits from the black cavern of her mouth gets buried by the swarms of arms that cover her last position with every advance. Clearly, the captain was charging up an attack, and with the time taken in his fleeing, it seemed as if he'd performed with the intent to cut off the exam before things had truly gotten out of hand. If such was the case, Yasu was sure that this would be her last attempt to solidify the indecisiveness that plagued him.
“The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!
The lieutenant finds herself now coming to see the radiant butterfly that hovered above her in the skies, his hands out in front of him, carrying the glow of something she could only describe as a heavenly light if not for its hidden destructive purposes. His voice rings out, howling above the chaos her tendrils... Around her, the tendrils begin to form a guiding wall that stretches across her build, creating a moving blockade. Behind it, Yasu's form seems to melt into the contents of her Bankai upon a single stride, in her former place a large blooming lotus left behind.
“Hadō #63. Raikōhō!”
His fury comes out in a flash of light that races towards the sea of black, though his aim is considerably... off. Coming from a master such as himself, the objective of his proceedings was currently before him, though it looked as if he'd fired without much thought. Clearly, his aim was not for her specifically. Not for such a large spell cast with its full incantation, at least, yet the first thing it had come into contact with are the tendrils that come just within an arm's length away from him. Such a viable blast breaks apart the tendrils into flurries of waves as it tears through the blanket of darkness that intends to consume him wholly. Droplets had spread from the structure that seemed to have imploded from the destructive spell, flying across the skies in multitudes. The spell radiates through the sound structure as it travels down to where the tendrils stem from, frying away at the contents left in the marsh, her lotuses, bloomed, and buds curling from the current that swims through the marsh for its onslaught to the only result in a deafening...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Burn
The contents of the marsh rockets around its surrounding area, splattering across the surrounding pillars of those that it did not touch. He wanted to destroy her completely, yet even with the settling dust of the leveling spell, the marsh was still well, albeit broken, but it was quick to patch itself up. Surely the destruction of the lotus would spell the end for her Bankai, but it had meant the end for all lotuses that she produced. The electricity that had streamed though had passed through the contents of her slick black ooze as if it were water. Its properties were able to bend and break as she pleased, and the current that had flowed from his spell did little to affect its semifluid properties. Vicious as it may be, the contents of her Bankai were not alive or stopped in its tracks of spreading to simply recede down to the surface because of a collateral shock. Its caster was conscious and still kicking.
The Vizard's once-dead garden begins to repair itself, shriveled lotuses affected by the kidō are replaced when the destruction settles. Stray streams begin to reconnect with another one right after the other, creating this strangled web-formation beneath him. The droplets in the air suddenly bloomed into these massive flurries of black lotuses and from a single flower, her body emerges from its pistil, revealing her from her torso up, and the orange glow that had first sparked had grown in the size that could be compared to the size of her head. The heat that her cero radiates was thick despite its gentle glow. Her proctor's fleeting figure seems to move continuously, even after his dastardly wave of Raikōhō, watching and waiting in anticipation for her next move, circling around his own piece of work.
Would he gaze upon the area at the cusp of his immediate destruction?
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“Cero.”
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The orange flame is released, and in its fleeting, almost floating form, it drifts aimlessly before her before it forms a solid beam that stretches across the skies, cutting through the open space as it beams towards the captain. Her blood-curdling roar echoes throughout the Valley of Screams, rivaling the destructive howls of Raikōhō release, shaking the foundations that rested below them. The path that her cero takes leaves a flurry of fiery explosions in its wake, growing more violent the closer it grows to Yūna. Heat and violence lick at his heels, threatening to consume him if not for the stream of the cero itself that would carve into his body in the next instant, its size towering far over him.
After its release, its caster had dove back into the depths of her lotus, her ability to move between a lotus of her choosing having saved her once now. The marsh that had reformed below him and once more moved in tandem with the release of her cero, bombarding him from any and all directions that she could get from him with a flurry of arms that sprouted from the pillars and the makeshift bridge she had once walked on. If not for the threatening heat of her cero scalding his flesh, then there were the piercing properties that it was capable of severing his person in half; had either of those been incapable of harming the young prince, then the tendrils that lie below threatened to grab hold of him and make him a part of her collection.
Right back at her starting point, she emerges from a lotus, masked still donned as she observes from her new standing. Regardless of the outcome, Yasu had crashed her right fist directly within the center of her mask, shattering it into bits and pieces until her face was clear of the white shards of bones. Shaking off its remnants, Yasu's attention would rest on wherever Yūna would reside, the inkiness of her sclera returning back to its usually milky white, and her golden irises return to the soft purple hue they originally possessed.
“Yūna... Gomene. I think we should stop.”
She feared losing herself rather than the exam itself. Not even she knew the extent of her sudden advancements. If she were to continue further, would Yū Nakamoto cut her down with no remorse should she go wild? If he were unable to stop her, how far would she go to obliterate the threat he posed? These were questions that she had yet to possess the ability to answer, yet it all could be answered so simply, but such was not the time.

 

[Shinigami]

Even in her blinding rage, the Vizard is able to tell upon the conclusion of his incantation that what would soon follow would spell disaster for her. Her form is obscured by a black wall, formed by the tendrils that snaked around her. Unbeknownst to the Captain, she sinks within as his spell is discharged from his hands. As expected, chaos ensues as black droplets splatter violently upon contact with his kido. They don’t stand a chance of even touching the Captain, even despite their frantic dispersing, the boy remains an unstoppable blur. While the lightning streams through Yasu’s bankai surprisingly well with the marsh still holding firm, several lotuses still wither away before it begins to repair itself from the minor damage it had sustained in comparison to the tendrils. The splattered residue that still lingers in the sky now begin to intertwine with another, forming a web-like layer of Kurosawa beneath Yū. Already forbidden from even hovering near the bedrock, he is now further subjected in aerial space, swiftly ascending more as he continues to circle the marsh’s perimeter.
Ready to burst full speed on Yasu’s cue, the girl’s form instead remains still, now glowing a radiant orange. Despite their significant distance from each other, the heat that emanates from her is overpowering, washing over him. A rapidly growing orb hovers above what he assumes to be her head…
“Is that a…”
“Cero.”
… before the girl’s jaw unhinges, the orb shooting out into a fierce beam aimed directly at the Captain. With the excruciating heat intensifying with each passing moment, the inhumane roar that escapes Yasu’s body is jarring to the Captain, unfamiliar with how truly far gone she seemingly is. Still in movement, the tendrils prove to show no real difference in lethality, as their new point of spawning has been equally matched with Yū’s scaling higher into the sky. While the Cero too poses no threat in the meantime due to their significant distance, his horrified stare at the sight of her current state almost proves to be his demise. It’s only at the last possible moment does Yū flash step out of harm’s way into safety, his form reappearing even higher in the air. In the instant of his re-appearance, the Captain has already made his burdensome decision, forced to intervene now that the girl has reached a point he never imagined she would.
“I need to end this now…”
… he decides, reiryoku enveloping him in the shape of wild flames. The Vizard stands in the center of her marsh, her languid pose displaying no signs of… anything. Who knew what her next move was? Whatever it was… he couldn’t allow her to continue. His lips part…

“Seeping crest of turbidity…”
“Yūna...”
… a familiar voice calls out, one that has finally lost the wickedness in its formerly possessed tone. His determined expression instantly falls upon her calling, his building reiatsu dissipating. Amidst the black, the remnants of her crumbling mask are strikingly visible, hard fragments falling to reveal her worn face. The darkness that filled her eyes now fades just as swiftly, along with her menacing reiatsu.
“...Gomene. I think we should stop.”
Hardly audible from his outstanding height coupled with the valley’s rumbling as a result of their formidable clash, her apology barely reaches the Captain’s ears.
The Fairy makes his slow descent, gliding narrowly close to the same creations that threatened to harm him only moments prior. From this distance mere meters above he observes her closer, her body doused in blood and sludge which happened to be the same substances that now replaced her missing arm. Understanding now Yasu is in no state to continue their fight for her own safety and arguably Yū's safety too, the Captain is willing to call it as well.
“Yeah… that’s not a bad idea.”