Death hung in the air, accompanied by the sounds of chaos and fear. The noise echoed through the streets of the Sereitei. Like a Nightmare made real for the Recruit. He had no illusions about battles, but it was the helplessness that haunted Malix. For he is a man that above all else, wants to protect those who cannot protect themselves. This should be the chance to test that desire of his, but all he could feel is that his efforts wouldn't be enough. Death had already spread too far.
Far enough into the Sereitei that he had no choice but to fight. Anger welled in the young mans chest as he witnessed the onslaught creep closer. This was no time for sidelines he decided. This is the time to drive the enemy back, no matter the cost.
With a deep breath Malix began inciting his incantation as he stood perched on tje roof. Pouring as much of his rage into this single spell as he could, hoping it would drive back the approaching hollow masses. A high hope for a lowly recruit, but it was better than running. "Hadó #33 Sókatsui!" With those worded overlapping the screams and cries, the blue flames emenated from his outstretched palms. Setting ablaze the pathways in hopes of funneling the hollow through the training yard of the 5th. The flames roared and crackled adding to the ever sickening waves of horror that have filled the ears of all.
Malix jumped into the yard and stood tall as he awaited whatever was headed this way.
How far she had travelled since first arriving in the Soul Society, it surprised even her. Inuzuri had been left behind as a heap of blood, ash and tears, even more so after she fought that Shinigami boy. Onward she had gone then, onward to spread her fire and onward to meet with the growing swell that was the Hollow-breed horde. All varieties of evolution had come to heed this unnatural urge that had been birthed within them all, a foreign instinct-- an obsession. Some flew, some ran, some hovered or slithered. Some were Gillians, some were Adjuchas, some were Basic. It mattered not how the horde individually differed. Together, they were all serving the same frenzied purpose and, in a way, it was beautiful. Such a sight could only be beautiful to a fiend, a fellow beast, a monster.
“When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none.” - Matthew 12:43-45
Verbrennung walked amongst the creatures with her head held high and a certain confidence to her gait: a confidence born of having been gifted an instinctual drive once more. It was like having the Hollow hunger again and she relished every moment of it. How long would it last? When would she be plunged back into uncertainty and despair? None of this crossed her mind, for in this moment, she was a Hollow-breed amongst her kin; her ever-present flames raging from the back of her shoulders all the way down to the back of her calves. Somewhere overhead flew the Raven, its senses on alert for Shinigami though its shrill cries displayed its animalistic joy. The Arrancar and the Raven had not argued once since arriving in the Soul Society for battle brought a certain ‘one-ness’ to them as combat always had.
“...and I would not that you should have fellowship with devils.” - 1 Corinthians 10:20
The horde had moved quickly through the Rukongai, seeming to rush towards greater glory further ahead. A brief thought flitted through the sable woman’s mind as to where they were headed or where they would end up. Could they possibly siege the gates of the Gotei itself? Had they already passed them? These thoughts and more simply made Verbrennung’s blood rush with excitement, something which could also be said about the mob as they began to rush towards a building ahead. She could sense a Shinigami and knew the other Hollow-breeds could as well, something easily deduced by the feral warcries loosed during the charge. Reiatsu-based attacks ripped through the weaker beasts, the Arrancar noted, and a smile that could make the Devil blush spread over her lips. She lifted up her left hand, her palm poised so as to line up that Hollow hole with her Shinigami target. It was quite tricky trying to aim through the crowd, she thought as reiatsu of fiery hues gathered in a whirring orb of Cero. Somewhere up above, the Raven began to charge an orange Cero of its own at the tip of its beak. A two-pronged attack. Never one without the other.
“Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels…” - Matthew 25:41
What was it that stood out among the masses of the foul creatures that plagued his home? It wasn't possible that the feminine figure was just another Hollow, No. It only reminded Malix of Evelynn and the botched execution. So Arrancar had come as well. Every Invader needs 'Captains' in order to contain the rabble. In this case it was the Arrancar. Who else but the dark and twisted versions of Shinigmi to lead a slaughter on such a grand scale? It was disgustingly fitting for this occasion, maybe even poetic.
Through the hurdling masses Malix could make out what seemed like a charging attack. He knew he had nothing to block it with, so the next best thing He could think of was to charge. With a flash step he managed to close most of the gap. Now completely surrounded he had plenty of 'shields' to choose from. With his left hand, Malix hit the nearest Hollow into the obvious path of the Cero. He had only managed to twist his body enough to let the blast graze across his right shoulder.
To his dismay, he did not predict an airborne attach to fall upon him as well. All Malix could do was take the full brunt of the second hit as it knocked him to the ground. The blast had forced the air from his lungs, and made short work of his uniform as it seemed to been converted into burnt scraps. His chest marred from the strike as he had saw it come down upon him when he twisted to dodge the first one.
With little time to catch his breath, he forced himself back up. His mind not on the pain, but on his anger. The rage that always boiled within, eager to be unleashed. Though he didn't see red, no all he saw was a walking punching bag. His face twisted into a scowl, bearing his teeth as he stared down his Opponent. His body only giving him a mild stinging sensation to let him know he was hurt, nothing more for his mind was filled with an unyielding desire to dismember every last thing he could see.
"Whats wrong Arrancar?" Malix sneered through his teeth as his scowl for a moment turned to a grin. "Can't take a recruit without help?" These words rolled from his tongue, though not to question her methods, to provoke a response in hopes of creating an opening for his attack. If she took the time to respond he would surely aim to bury his fist into her stomach before her words were out. If not though, then he had to be ready to move anyways.
Post by Verbrennung on Jul 14, 2016 16:06:20 GMT -5
The ocean of Full-Mask Hollow-breeds washed against the walls of the building they had come upon, large swathes of them being mowed down by reiatsu attacks or used as shields against Verbrennung’s own Ceros. None of this made the Arrancar flinch, however, as the forces of Hueco Mundo were not known for their individual strength, not the Full-Masks anyways. The Full-Masks were an innumerable force, fighting them was like being swarmed by an impossibly thick cloud of bugs: swat and kill hundreds with each swing but eventually you will tire and need to retreat. The Swarm, the Horde, the Mass… Was she just another speck in it? No, she had sentient thought. That much she would hold onto, even if the obsessive frenzy had infected her as well. She could at least process it without losing herself.
The focus of her intrigue fell upon the Shinigami up ahead. She had unleashed a dual-pronged attack directed at the young man and, while he blocked her head-on attack, the Raven’s airborne assault had caught him off guard. The Arrancar halted her marching a few feet away to observe; close enough to see, close enough to hear. Shinigami were tough, after all, though he ‘had’ taken a direct hit. She watched as he pushed himself to his feet, his robes ruined by the Raven’s burning Cero. His face was like a fluid painting of emotions, all of which came back to the central theme of rage. She had angered him, his scowl and animal-like bearing of his teeth showed her that much. Verbrennung supposed she, too, would be angry if she had taken a Cero to the chest whilst trying to fend off an army. He was having a shitty day and she had only exasperated that.
"What's wrong Arrancar?" The Shinigami shouted with a sneer, his expression shifting between that scowl and a grin, "Can't take a recruit without help?"
So he was a recruit. How fresh of one, she wondered, and which sweet nothings had they whispered into his ear to pull him in? Another lost soul of Paradise who signed up to face demons in order to survive. How sad. She supposed that he was implying she was weak for not taking on a recruit one-on-one. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. The Arrancar could not argue that she had not been slacking for a decade or two, but none of that mattered right now: not her weakness, not this man’s scowl, and not her general listlessness. Right now it was Heaven versus Hell. Right now… she felt little beyond the need to fulfill this sudden purpose she had found. The young man’s accusations and her passing thoughts on such were simply tucked away for later analysis. Now was not the time.
She drew closer so that her voice could be more easily heard over the roar of the Hollow-breeds, the Raven settling on her shoulder to watch the young man. Even as the bird seemed poised to strike, she called out, “Were you starving when you went to the Shinigami? Did they promise you a room and board and a hot meal; the things you assumed you would get in Heaven regardless? Is that why you’re now stuck out here against an ocean of demons?” Those red eyes of hers, they looked at the Shinigami Recruit with pity. The Raven’s orange globes stared at him hatefully, however, a small gathering of flame tucked within its beak in case he tried something. Clearly the bird was not as keen on this discussion as the woman was.
“What’s wrong? So many things, but from the ashes comes new life. This isn’t about me or you individually, Shinigami. The scale of this is far grander than any of us, don’t be so arrogant.”
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Under most circumstances Malix would always enjoy a conversation. It killed the silence from which he found himself more often then naught. Though at this moment silence was not to be found, instead the echos of war consumed all. Silence would be a blessing, or a sign of something much worse. Though it was the Arrancar's words that seemed to make a better jab at inciting rage. As much as he saw the bait, Malix had to waste a lot of effort in order to respond without his fists.
"I don't care about heaven nor hell." He spat the words as his hands came up, fists ready for the next move. "I am here because this is the path I was given. Nothing more." Seeming to mutter to himself Malix flash stepped to the Arrancar's side. His left hand out and aimed his index finger at the bird "Hado #1 Sho", now a blast of concussive force launched from his finger towards the bird and the Arrancar's head.
His movements forced his chest and shoulder to move, which in turn only caused the pain to grow more intense. The heat of the blast burns accompanied by a more sharp pain made it harder to ignore. He just needed to plant one solid attack. Something to help even the odds since he knew he wouldn't be able to keep the full brunt of the pain at bay for long. Once it came out he knew it would be over, being crippled by pain would no doubt put the Arrancar at such an advantage that it would take cunning of uncanny levels, or a miracle to turn the tables from that point.
Malix would worry about that if it came to it. Right now his rage did what it did best, masked everything else. Because of that he felt like he had a chance to end things himself.
Post by Verbrennung on Jul 15, 2016 22:35:05 GMT -5
"I don't care about heaven nor hell… I am here because this is the path I was given. Nothing more." He spat the words, showing just how much he cared for her statements. The Arrancar simply grit her teeth behind those dark lips. He does not care? Not care?! How could he not care? Hell was besieging the Heaven he was sworn to protect! How could he simply ‘not care’ when the very things he was dismissing surrounded him, assaulted his domain and burned his flesh!
Not everyone sees it that way… You're in a state of obsession, can you not see that?
Her lips parted as if to speak once more but not a discernable word was uttered as the Shinigami’s Hado took flight towards her. She scarcely had time to act, time to think, before the blast would be upon them. How many Shinigami had she encountered in her life, and yet, so few were Kidoists. Little experience was there to aid her in this battle, so when she attempted to pull to the left she and the Raven were still hit. It had not connected with her head, at least, but the force colliding with the right side of her body sent her tumbling backwards. The Raven was even less lucky having been hit head-on and propelled further out into the battle field; that flame in its beak surely doused.
Verbrennung rolled from her back to her feet even while the dazing effects of the Hado’s impact still rattled inside her head. Her right shoulder ached and her ribs on the right side sent jolts of pain signals through her form. She was not concerned with that, however, being more so worried for her companion.
The Arrancar woman called out mentally to the bird, ‘Cuervo! Speak! Do you yet live? If I’m still standing, you must.’
‘... Yes… Yes, I have not yet been banished from our Hollow coil.’ Came the weak voice of the Raven, relief washing through Verbrennung’s form, ‘You did not call me Rabe for once. How nice…’
‘Now’s not that time for that. How badly are you wounded? Can you fly? Walk?’ Questions shot from her mind rapidly. She knew it was hurt. An indirect hit had done a fair amount of internal damage to her, so what of the bird? That Hado had collided with it directly.
‘I cannot fly, no, but I can walk: something which is troublesome in this stampeding horde. It may be best to retreat if you are also too wounded.’
‘Just stay safe for now…’
Her red gaze shifted-- sclera and all-- to a glowing ember hue as she called out to the Shinigami once more, “We’re here for the same reason then, Shinigami!” This declaration given, the Arrancar swept her left arm in front of herself; before her forming five fiery orange orbs of condensed reiatsu… Five Balas. With a raising of her left hand, she pointed towards the young man and off those spheres of destruction flew; whistling as she rained fire down on him. Quietly, the woman hissed beneath her breath as she took a single step in Malix’s direction before thrusting herself forward with the aid of Sonido; swerving and darting between howling Hollow-breeds. She pulled back her functional, left arm-- bent at the elbow-- whilst she charged a Cero at the tips of her fingers, hoping her prior Balas would be enough of a distraction for her to pull off a full frontal assault. Even if her right arm hang painfully limp, she had to push on.
For the Raven.
For Hueco Mundo.
For her newfound drive.
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He could not help but to crack a smile as his attack hit home. Not as clean a strike as he would have liked but it did its job in subduing the air support. Using the slight opening he had provided to begin another incantation. It was not easy dealing with both the pain in his chest and rage clouding his head, while trying to perform the right spell. His right shoulder no longer felt like it was on fire, but his chest ached to the point where it felt like a chore to take a breath.
His silent words now taking pause between his movements out of the path of the five individual orange orbs. His speed not quite as fast as he had hoped as he felt the air singe around him as the Bala attacks whizzed just centimeters from his frame. With the last of them exploding against walls, or the hollow masses behind him, Malix quickly searched for his opponent. Uttering the last few words needed as he noticed her right before she reached him.
Absolutely no way he could avoid her next attack. Her earlier distraction ensured that, but he had no intention of dodging this. Instead though, Malix twisted his hips towards his approaching opponent. While his left hand raised and arched his fist in a wide swing, he lunged himself towards his fast approaching enemy. At this point hoping they were moving too fast in his direction to be able to move out of the way in time. Anticipating taking another Cero blast, he hoped to be able to twist himself just enough to avoid dying once more. It was also his intention to use this, 'counter' strike as a way to grip a hold of his enemy.
Though things rarely work out the way you hope. This Invasion a key reminder of that very fact. Would this encounter bring an abrupt end to the young Shinigami's brand new career? Or will it simply be the necessary history to shape him into the man he could eventually become?
Post by Verbrennung on Jul 19, 2016 22:17:13 GMT -5
Her Balas found their home in stray Full-Mask Hollow-breeds, the ground or the wall some distance behind the Shinigami. While she had hoped one of them would hit her opponent, even if only a glancing blow, this was not the aim of her attack. Distraction, distraction, distraction! Focus was the test of this battlefield with its shrieking, stampeding beasts mixed with her flurry of orange reiatsu attacks. If this Shinigami survived the assault, focus would surely be a take away from this deadly exercise.
Swerving through the river of creatures, her barefeet hit the burnt grassy field with each sprinted step taken. She had to be faster, she had to think clearer, she had to be… Better in order to survive this night. That Cero of hers hummed and whirred at the fingertips of her left hand whilst ember orbs for eyes and her dull senses sought out the Shinigami’s signature in the chaos.
There… he… was…
The young man looked readied, his expression hardened of any emotion: it was fight or flight now, and they had both chosen fight. She had picked her path the moment she ripped open the skies of the Soul Society with her Garganta and besieged Inuzuri. Obeying that overwhelming curiosity and need to burn the Heavens were paramount for Verbrennung right now. It was all that mattered and would matter for… who knows how long (he knows how long... the one she doesn’t know; that Obsessor King).
Onward she dashed, planting her feet firmly once she had come within a few meters of the Shinigami and thrusting herself up into the smoke-filled skies with the aid of Sonido. Downward she aimed that orange ball before unleashing it upon the lone reaper…
She was too fast for him. He had not anticipated that last minute jump but that still didn't change his objective. As soon as he noticed her move air borne Malix raised his right hand upwards as if trying to block out the light from the sun. If the smoke hadn't darkened the sky from it already. His wide arched swing forced to a standstill as he willed his body into a crouched position. With as much effort as he could muster, the Shinigami launched himself in the air. Aimed just to the left of the Arrancar.
His face still held its rage. The unrelenting hunger to destroy his opponents the only thing his body could feel, while his mind worked even harder to maintain some semblance of thought to bleed into his movements. It was not easy, Nor did the young man have much time to hone that particular skill.
Something smelt strange. It wasn't the usual charred smell of the battle field, no. This was closer, this was familiar but foreign at the same time. Then it registered, the orange blast had come down and he hadn't cleared the range of its attack. The new sensation of burning flesh filled his mind now as the blast encased his right hip down and around his leg. He couldn't look, no he shouldn't look at the damage. That would only make him succumb to the pain even more. More than the feel of what felt like his flesh melting from his body under the attack.
His mind almost completely absorbed in the pain. Every instinct within him screaming to run away, or to end the pain. If it wasn't for the singular thought that he desperately tried to cling too he might have just given up. No he focused on that one thought with every bearable ounce of energy as he could spare. 'Save Them' echoed in the depths of his mind just under the internal screams of his thoughts. Even a few had made their way out from his lungs.
The shrill screech of his high pitched vocals resonated through his chest as he made a desperate attempt to grab the Arrancar's leg. The blast had kept him from jumping quite as high, but he as within reach. he just needed to grasp his quarry, with that he could for sure level the playing field, if only by a small amount.
Post by Verbrennung on Jul 22, 2016 22:00:03 GMT -5
Verbrennung’s features contorted into a look of twisted delight as her skyward maneuver earned her a surprised Shinigami with a badly burned leg. That orange, fiery Cero of hers had not hit the man directly but whether it was its blast radius or a glancing blow, she didn’t care. The smell of freshly burnt flesh mingled with her own similar aroma and, at this, the Arrancar laughed-- no… Cackled. Cackled like a stereotypical witch of All Hallow’s Eve. He had tried to keep up with her sudden change of pace, change of position. He had tried to chase after her into the sky. For that, he had earned some new scars with her name on them.
Her left eye narrowed some as she observed the Shinigami as if the world had slowed around them. She watched as pain creased itself into his rage-filled features along with the briefest flickers of instinctual panic. He didn’t look down at his wounds or hit the ground running even though he looked like he wanted to, even if just to see how much damage had been done… just to see how far he could get.
Fight or Flight, Shinigami.
WHICH IS IT?
Those ruby corneas set upon black sclera widened as the Shinigami let loose a war scream any Hollow-breed would be proud of for there was little reason in its tone. What was he doing…? Did he think he could possibly still pull off a counter attack in his poor position whilst badly wounded, why would-...?
Was he… Trying to grab her leg?
Returned to her face was that twisted joy from moments prior, a cheshire grin spreading over her lips in a blatant display of delight. She didn’t move, possibly even extending her leg out a bit so he had a better chance of grabbing it! That shawl of fire that hung over her shoulders seemed to roar along with the emotions stirring inside of the Arrancar, her blood boiling with anticipation. In an instant, the entire back side of Verbrennung’s body was wreathed in those flames: from her neck to her ankles. The Hollow-breed was simply radiating heat.
His mind was at war with itself, as the pain radiating throughout his body battled for attention. His singular thought of finally getting his hands on his opponent holding steady, at least for the moment. His naturally blue eyes focused on the Arrancar as flames coated her body. A deterrent maybe, or quite possibly a challenge. Either way Malix was dead set on getting his hands on her. Regardless of the cost. The Shinigami's fingers closed around the heat drenched monster, scalding his palm no doubt as the new pain helped dull the almost completely unbearable sensation that had engulfed his leg.
"Hadō #4: Byakurai" The words almost a whisper as they were forced from his lips. The electrical beam radiating from his finger into the flamed wreathed characters leg. Now that he had a grasp of the beast, he pulled down with his right arm as his left hand clenched into a fist. Raising up to meet the target he dragged downwards, his fist carrying the weight of his rage as it aimed for the jaw of the Arrancar.
To Malix, this moment as he anticipated his attack landing, time seemed to slow as the pain temporarily faded. A devilish smile creeping onto the young mans face. Despite the odds stacked against him, this was a thrill for him. With all the despair and anguish that encompassed the Seireitei, this singular event filled the warrior with pride. Also a disgustingly strong sense of pleasure. Will this be the moment that quells the rage within him? Or will it simply be a dish that fuels it and cause him to seek more battles such as these?
Whatever transpires from this attempt, Malix knew that he is at his limits. Pushing past this an impossible task as the pain was sure to take him and cripple his actions once this moment ended. Failure to land the blow would surely spell the end for the Shinigami. Unless by some strange chance someone came to his aid. Doom loomed over the warrior as hope had become lost. Seemingly alone in the middle of enemy forces. Victory over an Arrancar would be short lived, only if he can land that singular blow. Even then Victory seemed but a dream.
Post by Verbrennung on Jul 24, 2016 20:05:18 GMT -5
He did it, the crazy Shinigami that her opponent was. He grasped onto her ankle even as the skin of his hand was met with a sharp sizzling noise and equally sharp pain. There was a madness to his eyes that the Arrancar hadn’t anticipated as his fingers dug into her dark flesh, a whisper barely heard over the roar of Full-Masks, Ceros and battle.
“Hadō #4: Byakurai.”
Verbrennung scarcely had time to register the words or what they could mean before her nerves were screaming one word in her mind above all others: PAIN. Stars danced across her vision as her muscles seized and spasmed against the electricity being forced into her body. She did nothing to stop the Shinigami from yanking her down-- hell-- she fell out of the sky even as control of her body disturbed the concentration required to keep her afloat. The Arrancar fell to her a seated position, her legs folded beneath her. Twitching and mild spasms were apparent from her face to her toes and everything in between; even her throat ache and her stomach churned.
He was going to strike while she was dazed, she knew this and yet she still struggled to control her body, managing only to fumble up onto her unsteady legs. Approaching… He was.... Approaching fast. Fist raised, eyes burning with determination, a fire in his belly.
He lived for this, didn’t he?
He loved this, didn’t he?
Fire in his belly… in… her belly. She didn’t move out of the way of the Shinigami’s attack, Verbrennung’s nerves weren’t listening properly just yet and her stomach was shrieking, and in that moment…
She vomited red-hot bile right at her opponent and his incoming fist. Would that stop a pain-numbed warrior like Malix, however, was yet to be seen. All the Arrancar knew was she would never forget Byakurai after that day.
Whatever concentration or will was left in the shinigami was gone now. The bile splashed against his face and ran down his neck. The new sizzling sensation finally crushing the speck of control he held so desperately within his mind. Pain was the new and absolute focus within him. His hand released her leg, but his fist still followed through. Connecting against the beasts jaw. This was only a result of his body's conditioning to follow through every attack. His Hand to hand combat training the only reason for his fist meeting and pushing into the target. Though the loss of concentration meant that the uppercut lost its form and forced his knuckles and wrist to take unnecessary damage.
The sharp sound of bones crunching echoed as his attack damaged his hand and pushed the heat soaked devil away from him. Malix fell unable to control his body to brace for the inevitable impact against the hard ground of the 5th's training grounds. No longer could he see as the pain bound him within his head. Trapped within the tormenting confines to his beaten body. He couldn't even feel his body shake as he slammed shoulders first against the solid ground. Though the shock did knock him out for the briefest of moments, he was soon awoken to the overwhelming agony of the burns that riddled his physical form.
Writhing in pain, Malix's body twisted and contorted under the unrelenting assault on his nerves. The pain signals overloaded from the inhuman amount of damage sustained. His mouth opened to scream but no sound came out as every ounce of what was left of his energy struggled to keep him breathing, keep his blood pumping. Keeping him clung to what was left of his life. Even through the unbearable suffering he endured, Malix willed himself to make one final gesture.
Even though his mind, body, and even his soul fought against him. Malix formed one final grin as he twisted his head to face where his opponent should be. He, a recruit, had faced an Arrancar. And made sure she would never forget what a member of the 5th could do, no matter how fresh they were. Because of that he grinned, and welcomed whatever fate would take him now. Before becoming lost to the pain once more, a single thought filled his head. 'I faced a devil, and showed no fear'
Post by Verbrennung on Jul 30, 2016 19:18:15 GMT -5
The molten acids that had been bubbling her stomach had found their home upon the Shinigami who now laid upon the ground writhing in some absurd degree of pain. He looked overloaded with the amount of negative stimulus he was receiving; his form twisting and contorting against his wishes as each nerve (from her point of view) seemed to scream DANGER and AGONY into his brain. Even his mouth opened as this went on as if he were about to unleash an animal’s primal scream, however nothing escaped his vocal cords. Perhaps he had too much pride to shriek. Perhaps his body couldn’t handle executing any other task outside of being in pain, not even screaming.
He had not approached her for talking about, poking around, or prodding at the nature of who she was or how she had lived. No, he was a straight arrow of a Shinigami, a being who came to do the job assigned to him, no mucking about included. Verbrennung could respect that to a degree and also found some reprieve in their battle. Her prior engagement had extended his words towards her mind and left her in a state of confusion and uncertainty; telling her stories about people she didn't know and asking her questions most Heavenly Agents assumed didn't apply to her kind. She would seek that Shinigami out again, but for the purposes of conquest, the opponent before her made it easier to focus on the fight.
It’s a weakness I need to work on, she thought to herself. I can’t let the words of Heaven get to me.
Even as the Arrancar stood there staring down at her opponent-- silently assessing him as being 'good at his job but dull' for a thrill-seeking creature such as herself-- the man still found the strength (or arrogance) to shoot her a cocky little grin. In return, Verbrennung pursed her lips into a thin line, her eyes narrowing in some contemplative expression. Had he wanted to die this day? Was he putting up a brave face with the assumption in mind that she would end his life?
“No…” Was all she murmured to the man before walking away into the crowd of Full-Masks stampeding their way into the depths of the Seireitei. She had to go find the Raven and continue on with the horde. Her wounds weren’t dire, even her wrist had healed from her engagement with the White-haired One. Perhaps there was more to be discovered in Heaven.
Perhaps there was more to be burned in Heaven, too.
Agony. The only thing Malix could feel was the sheer agony of his wounds. His right leg being charred and exposed, while his face and neck continued to blister from the bile that soaked into his flesh. Leaving the hideous scent of cooked flesh and burnt hair wafting from him. The intensity of those two wounds raged for attention against the one on his chest. The pain that centered there choked his ability to take full breaths. Gasping and writhing in pain the shinigami was running out of time.
The hollow horde was still there. Closing in to finish the job.
Within the recess of his mind the young man fought to regain some type of control. His overwhelmed senses overriding his every action, keeping him immobilized. It wasn't long before Malix found himself suddenly free from his pain. Or so it seemed. His eyes opened to a red sky, not from flames, but as if it was dawn. Though no sun could be seen. He sat himself upright to look around and found himself within a meadow, surrounded by such a thick forest that it prevented him from leaving. 'Where am I?' he thought to himself. Everything was new but strangely familiar.
Everything looked calm and serene. Except for the singular structure dead center of the area. A large, black stone crypt stood darkening everything close by. As he made his way to it he gazed upon its entrance. Solid doors with no locks, or handles. seeming sealed with no way to open it. It all seemed so familiar, but he had no idea why.
The only thing that concerned him was why he was here. He had to get back to where he was. Do something to regain control of himself and at least make an attempt to fight off the hollows. Not for his own life, but for the whole of the Seireitei and the Rukongai. To save those weaker than himself. Those souls mattered more than his, they needed protecting. With that new thought, Malix felt himself return to where he was.
Still writhing in pain, but with a new focus. That focus giving him just enough control to move his right arm. With it he began to crawl. Every slow shift across the ground made his body scream for him to stop. He pressed on though, dragging himself across the solid ground even as the new pain from his harsh landing made itself evident. He inched closer and closer to the nearest door. Hearing the hollows closing in as he kept moving. His vision was blurred but he could still make out the door. If he could get there, maybe he could find someone to help him, or at least a place to hide and try to recover. Maybe.
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