The Calamity: (Teddie) vs. (Dev)

[Teddie]

Duh I'm going to counter it, I just always forget I'm fighting people in Bankai while I'm in base, so I have to try a little weensy bit harder.

Tomorrow

[Teddie]

Originally Posted by Devroux

The Old God easily defends against my simple attack, as expected and quickly comes in for an attack. He swings at my abdomen with his sword, covering it with mist, but that is easily countered by falling backwards and catching myself with my hands, ultimately ducking beneath the swing and out of harm. However, this simple attack isn't all that my opponent offers.

||| Hado 58: Tenran |||

He ducks below me, still dragging the mist with him. Waving his arms, sword, and mist around, the mist slowly engulfs me. At this point, I realize that I had left the rift in space open, which caused this predicament to happen. Pulling the left trigger I promptly close it, not even having to look at it, but just think it. By pulling the right trigger, I release a gust of wind caused by a kido spell. With my still being bent backwards, the spell is released downwards opening a hole in the bottom of my enclosure. I then release the platform I was being held on, dropping through the hole, and flash stepping to safety. Even at this point, my opponent is not done with his attack.

||| Forbidden Kido: Sanguinem Anguis Emundationem |||

As soon as I stop flash stepping, I am faced with a lightning bolt that quickly comes my way. This is easily avoided by another flash step further into the distance, but to my surprise, the bolt seems to follow me. I flash step again, this time quickly arcing over the bolt to be behind it, but again it comes my way. By this time, I'm absolutely sure it's not going to be evaded like it usually would be, so I holster my guns. Bringing my left hand to my face, I bite my thumb and open up a small, bleeding wound. Pointing this towards the oncoming bolt, the blood pours from the small wound as if I were going to die of blood loss, turning my arm a pasty white in color. Instead of this blood falling to the ground, it stays collected in a large stream in front of me, quickly shaping itself into a form of that similar to a snake. This snake opens its mouth, swallowing the energy that had come in my direction and then quickly flows back into my body, closing the wound behind it. From this point, my arm gets its color back, but the veins in my arm pop out and other veins, similar to the roots of trees and colored a dark black, form all over the refilled arm. These veins stop at my shoulder and then, all at once, my arm goes limp, leaving me with only my right arm to freely use.

After absorbing the bolt into my own body, I look back towards my opponent, smiling happily. The rush of battle is glorious and very entertaining. "Let your abilities track me down. I'll take them one by one. But careful, don't become fearful of not being able to stump me," I say, laughing more.

||| Fissura: Meteoron Imber |||

Drawing my right pistol from its holster once more, I pull the trigger twice, releasing a quick energy bullet towards my opponent for kicks, but also opening another fissure in the sky above my opponent. Rather than becoming a vacuum like the others, this one is able to regurgitate matter that was previously traveling at some other point in space and time. This particular rift spills forth meteors of all different sizes, ranging from the size of pebbles to the size of houses. As a final addition to this glorious meteor shower, the final meteor is the size of Rhode Island, stretching and breaking the fissure open more to allow easier passage for itself into our current realm of being. As for myself, trying not to be burned by the frictional fires caused by it entering our atmosphere at such a speed, open up a passage through space and time that allows me to near instantaneously go from being nearly beneath this meteor to standing on the ground on the outer edges of the rock.

"You can make stars fall, so I figured why not I?"

||| Solaris Flammae |||

I point my gun at my opponent again once more as reiatsu starts to collect in a tight sphere in front of the barrel. Concentrating hard I add more energy and keep compacting the sphere with pure will power and control over my reiatsu. It collects and grows, but I again keep condensing it tighter and tighter to keep it about the size of a marble. As it condenses further, the sides begin to bubble and heat up, becoming unstable in their pressurized state. However, I continue condensing it as the meteors continue to fall, keeping every up-rise of energy condensed into a tight ball, continuing to add energy the entire time. Finally, when I feel it's at a state powerful enough, I slightly release control. The mass has condensed to a point where its density is controlled on its own, having a gravitational force high enough to keep itself together. As solar flares begin to pop out, I push those back in keeping slight control over my reiatsu, but still continuing to add more energy and keeping it at its current size. Finally, I open a space in my control and let a solar flare, larger than the ball of reiatsu itself and overall large enough to engulf the field, fly out towards my opponent. This flare had a controlled release, making it so that it would fly towards my opponent from beneath him at the same point in which the giant meteor would fall. Being a solar flare, it has a high amount of heat and would ultimately disintegrate my opponent if he were hit.

After releasing the solar flare, I move the gun of my barrel towards my face, the sphere of reiatsu moving with it. Opening my mouth, I stick the reiatsu in and swallow it, absorbing it back into my body for later use. Re-holstering the gun, I begin to rub the shoulder of my left arm, as it is out of commission for the time being.

Who said anything about you stumping us?

My opponent fires an energy bullet at me, but I easily shift my body out of its way without moving my feet. However, soon after, a mass of meteors begin to fall from the sky. A small smile creeps onto my face, and I begin to dance among the falling stars, skirting out of their way only to let the mist I left behind earlier eat them up. For the larger ones, I slice through them with my sword, still coated with the mist and flames, and slide between the fissures I created. All the while, I do this while the heat of the meteors singes my body, the pain of which slowly increases my spiritual pressure. The burns regenerate, and the pain from the flames makes the spiritual pressure necessary to heal the burns, keeping me at the same level.

"Did you know that about us? Pain makes us stronger. Which is why I developed an attack specifically for inducing pain to my opponents. Like all attacks, I can even use it on my self."

I look at my hand, and the number 5 appears.

"Burn. Fifth Degree"

White flames erupt from the 5, and my body, for an instant, goes rigid, only to become more fluid and feral than ever before. A constrant stream of pain equal to 96 femurs breaking at once is coursing through my body, constantly increasing my spiritual pressure. I notice my opponent building up his spiritual pressure, and I sigh.

The young buck has a little talent, you have to admit.
"He's in Bankai. Don't think any more of him than you already do, its not worth it."
Still, he's got us quite sandwhiched right here.
"Agreed. Take a break for a little, I need Thirst."
Whatever you say, boss.

I turn towards the fissure, and notice a massive wall form above me. I squint, and realize its a massive meteor. I look as far as the eye can see, and it stretches until the end of the horizon. I also notice a wall of heat rushing at me, in the form of a solar flare. Sheathing my sword and biting my hand, a stream of blood gushes out, slowly becoming white and forming a mighty broadsword in my hand. Meanwhile, my other hand that holds the fourth trumpet opens, releasing the trumpet, which hovers beside me. Palm outstretched in the direction of the flare, I close my eyes and clench my fist.

You called?
"Take care of that."
Understood.

The mist disappears, and blue flames roar down from my fist, encompasing the flare and eliminating it instantly, sapping all of the heat from it before it can near me. Meanwhile, I grasp the white blood broadsword in my hand and sonido towards the earth, putting a space between me and the rock. Planting my feet, I swing the blade upwards towards the meteor dramatically.

"Gran Rey Cero Hangyaku"

A smal white beam spreads out of my sword. Every two feet, it quintuples in diameter, meaning that it is massively wide by the time it hits the rock. The two collide, and a massive explosion rings out. The meteor explodes, some of it being decimated by the initial blast, and the rest raining down as small rocks, which I take care of with a smaller, normal Cero Hangyaku from the blade, which quickly fade. I turn towards you, miles away from me.

"You know something? You're not half bad. Those are some impressive techniques you have there. I may have to release a few special ones of my own."

Raising the fourth trumpet to my lips, I play a single E flat, launching myself towards you in a sonido as I do. It takes me a short time to cross the massive distance you put between us, but after I take the first step, all of the light in the world disappears. As I blew the trumpet, a thick ball of black fire appeared in the sky, and quickly devoured all of the light in the area. Extinguishing the white flame on my hand, my spiritual pressure stops rising, and I suppress it deep within me. I create five afterimages, all with the same level of spiritual pressure, and have them begin running in circles around your position, the ball of reiatsu you just ate acting as my beacon. Thier footsteps and the rushing of the wind is all you hear and feel, trapped in this coccoon of darkness. Instantly, they all pounce towards you, slashing at your neck, right shoulder, abdomen, pelvis and brain at the same time. Meanwhile, I jump into the air above you silently, and throw down a small stream of black fire at you. The black fire is exactly the same as the blue fire, just a different color, and cannot be seen in the darkness. It is silent. It has no smell. If it touches you, it will drain the heat from you in an instant and you will perish. Landing after this jump, I sonido a mile into the distance and wait.

[Devroux]

Hunger = solids
Thirst = energy
Black fire = just the light, right?

[Teddie]

Nah
Hunger - Tangibles
Thirst - Light and Heat
Black Fire - Thirst

[Teddie]

The ball of black fire at the top is just light though, yes.

[Teddie]

Counter

[Hally]

teddie you have 7 days to counter a move right?

[Hally]

Just asking cause dev thinks its 5 days which would mean I am dead. I was sorta ubber busy with work.

[Devroux]

Originally Posted by Teddie

Who said anything about you stumping us?

My opponent fires an energy bullet at me, but I easily shift my body out of its way without moving my feet. However, soon after, a mass of meteors begin to fall from the sky. A small smile creeps onto my face, and I begin to dance among the falling stars, skirting out of their way only to let the mist I left behind earlier eat them up. For the larger ones, I slice through them with my sword, still coated with the mist and flames, and slide between the fissures I created. All the while, I do this while the heat of the meteors singes my body, the pain of which slowly increases my spiritual pressure. The burns regenerate, and the pain from the flames makes the spiritual pressure necessary to heal the burns, keeping me at the same level.

"Did you know that about us? Pain makes us stronger. Which is why I developed an attack specifically for inducing pain to my opponents. Like all attacks, I can even use it on my self."

I look at my hand, and the number 5 appears.

"Burn. Fifth Degree"

White flames erupt from the 5, and my body, for an instant, goes rigid, only to become more fluid and feral than ever before. A constrant stream of pain equal to 96 femurs breaking at once is coursing through my body, constantly increasing my spiritual pressure. I notice my opponent building up his spiritual pressure, and I sigh.

The young buck has a little talent, you have to admit.
"He's in Bankai. Don't think any more of him than you already do, its not worth it."
Still, he's got us quite sandwhiched right here.
"Agreed. Take a break for a little, I need Thirst."
Whatever you say, boss.

I turn towards the fissure, and notice a massive wall form above me. I squint, and realize its a massive meteor. I look as far as the eye can see, and it stretches until the end of the horizon. I also notice a wall of heat rushing at me, in the form of a solar flare. Sheathing my sword and biting my hand, a stream of blood gushes out, slowly becoming white and forming a mighty broadsword in my hand. Meanwhile, my other hand that holds the fourth trumpet opens, releasing the trumpet, which hovers beside me. Palm outstretched in the direction of the flare, I close my eyes and clench my fist.

You called?
"Take care of that."
Understood.

The mist disappears, and blue flames roar down from my fist, encompasing the flare and eliminating it instantly, sapping all of the heat from it before it can near me. Meanwhile, I grasp the white blood broadsword in my hand and sonido towards the earth, putting a space between me and the rock. Planting my feet, I swing the blade upwards towards the meteor dramatically.

"Gran Rey Cero Hangyaku"

A smal white beam spreads out of my sword. Every two feet, it quintuples in diameter, meaning that it is massively wide by the time it hits the rock. The two collide, and a massive explosion rings out. The meteor explodes, some of it being decimated by the initial blast, and the rest raining down as small rocks, which I take care of with a smaller, normal Cero Hangyaku from the blade, which quickly fade. I turn towards you, miles away from me.

"You know something? You're not half bad. Those are some impressive techniques you have there. I may have to release a few special ones of my own."

Raising the fourth trumpet to my lips, I play a single E flat, launching myself towards you in a sonido as I do. It takes me a short time to cross the massive distance you put between us, but after I take the first step, all of the light in the world disappears. As I blew the trumpet, a thick ball of black fire appeared in the sky, and quickly devoured all of the light in the area. Extinguishing the white flame on my hand, my spiritual pressure stops rising, and I suppress it deep within me. I create five afterimages, all with the same level of spiritual pressure, and have them begin running in circles around your position, the ball of reiatsu you just ate acting as my beacon. Thier footsteps and the rushing of the wind is all you hear and feel, trapped in this coccoon of darkness. Instantly, they all pounce towards you, slashing at your neck, right shoulder, abdomen, pelvis and brain at the same time. Meanwhile, I jump into the air above you silently, and throw down a small stream of black fire at you. The black fire is exactly the same as the blue fire, just a different color, and cannot be seen in the darkness. It is silent. It has no smell. If it touches you, it will drain the heat from you in an instant and you will perish. Landing after this jump, I sonido a mile into the distance and wait.

My opponent is truly a god. I drop a rock the size of a state on him as well as send a solar flare created from reiatsu, but he easily counters both of them by utilizing his Thirst and a cero of a size beyond any I've seen before. Seeing all this, I can only hope to come up with a plan to get around all of these issues. This'll be tricky, but not something I can't do.

Although miles away, my opponent sonidos across the space between us in no time, but the only thing I have to go on is the view of his reiatsu form with my eyes shut, seeing as he shut out all of the light in the vicinity with the trumpet. This ability to see his reiatsu helps when he creates after images, which begin to circle around me. I smile before releasing a concussive belch from deep within my gullet, caused by the consumption of the reiatsu sphere. The blast blows apart the after images that had encircled me, leaving me with total darkness other than my opponent that still seems to be running around me in the air.

My opponent is seen floating through the air via his reiatsu, but everything else is a mystery to me. Opening my eyes, I still see total darkness. Without all this, I give my life to the hope that time may save me. I stick out my tongue and taste the air, or at least, that's what it looks like. I am actually tasting the moments in time as they pass, allowing me to foresee what is going to happen at a greater ratio than I have with only my Keeper's Will area around me. This allows me to prepare for the black fire my opponent throws at me.

||| Tempus Portam |||

Pointing at the point in space and time where the black fire would take its path, I draw a circle in the sky that creates a slate blue circle in the sky created from my reiatsu. Poking the center, arms pop out to make it look like a clock. As the clock moves towards the stream of fire, it grows and the arms rotate around the center; counter-clockwise. As this passes over the fire, the attack seems to freeze and slow until it comes to a complete stop hovering in the sky. The clock I had created disappears after it stops the fire and suspends it in time and space.

I go back to rubbing my downed arm. The color had returned a great deal already and as a massage the shoulder, the veins ultimately disappear, returning my arm to normal as the cero I had ingested is cleansed and goes to reinvigorate me. I crack my neck and look around me, my eyelids closed in order to concentrate solely on the reiatsu that floats through the area. In total darkness I am able to locate my opponent and quickly shunpo after him.

Along my route I leave behind a massive trail of ribbons that being to multiply and grow, attempting to create a dome around both my opponent and I. Nearing my opponent, I hold no fear and attempt to simply deck him in his chin, throwing punches left and right in order to hold off time until the ribbons are able to securely fasten a dome around our position, a mile in diameter.

||| Compacto |||

When [If] the ribbons are able to create the dome, I shunpo backwards again, sinking through the edge of the barrier easily, which would not be so easy for my opponent. The second I leave the wall in front of me, the dome rapidly decreases in size, compacting the space and earth that was held within it into a sphere the size of a basketball, proving that the dome had actually encircled us all the way around. As easy as it may seem to be to counter the compacting sphere, the space within it still appears to be a mile in diameter and the feel of being in it doesn't change, meaning there is no hint to the fact that the space is being condensed unless you're on the outside of the dome, as I would be. Once the space is compacted, all that is sealed within is left to float within a now inescapable pocket dimension until it rots away.

I stand on the edge of the crater that I had created, the basketball sphere still laying at the center and wait for something to happen.

[Devroux]

Sorry about the no dialogue. I'm just trying to counter at this point. I'll be better next round.

[Teddie]

No worries

[Teddie]

First and foremost, I didnt edit your post. It says I did, and thats just me slipping hitting edit instead of quote. I'm not used to my mod powers.

Originally Posted by Devroux

My opponent is truly a god. I drop a rock the size of a state on him as well as send a solar flare created from reiatsu, but he easily counters both of them by utilizing his Thirst and a cero of a size beyond any I've seen before. Seeing all this, I can only hope to come up with a plan to get around all of these issues. This'll be tricky, but not something I can't do.

Although miles away, my opponent sonidos across the space between us in no time, but the only thing I have to go on is the view of his reiatsu form with my eyes shut, seeing as he shut out all of the light in the vicinity with the trumpet. This ability to see his reiatsu helps when he creates after images, which begin to circle around me. I smile before releasing a concussive belch from deep within my gullet, caused by the consumption of the reiatsu sphere. The blast blows apart the after images that had encircled me, leaving me with total darkness other than my opponent that still seems to be running around me in the air.

My opponent is seen floating through the air via his reiatsu, but everything else is a mystery to me. Opening my eyes, I still see total darkness. Without all this, I give my life to the hope that time may save me. I stick out my tongue and taste the air, or at least, that's what it looks like. I am actually tasting the moments in time as they pass, allowing me to foresee what is going to happen at a greater ratio than I have with only my Keeper's Will area around me. This allows me to prepare for the black fire my opponent throws at me.

||| Tempus Portam |||

Pointing at the point in space and time where the black fire would take its path, I draw a circle in the sky that creates a slate blue circle in the sky created from my reiatsu. Poking the center, arms pop out to make it look like a clock. As the clock moves towards the stream of fire, it grows and the arms rotate around the center; counter-clockwise. As this passes over the fire, the attack seems to freeze and slow until it comes to a complete stop hovering in the sky. The clock I had created disappears after it stops the fire and suspends it in time and space.

I go back to rubbing my downed arm. The color had returned a great deal already and as a massage the shoulder, the veins ultimately disappear, returning my arm to normal as the cero I had ingested is cleansed and goes to reinvigorate me. I crack my neck and look around me, my eyelids closed in order to concentrate solely on the reiatsu that floats through the area. In total darkness I am able to locate my opponent and quickly shunpo after him.

Along my route I leave behind a massive trail of ribbons that being to multiply and grow, attempting to create a dome around both my opponent and I. Nearing my opponent, I hold no fear and attempt to simply deck him in his chin, throwing punches left and right in order to hold off time until the ribbons are able to securely fasten a dome around our position, a mile in diameter.

||| Compacto |||

When [If] the ribbons are able to create the dome, I shunpo backwards again, sinking through the edge of the barrier easily, which would not be so easy for my opponent. The second I leave the wall in front of me, the dome rapidly decreases in size, compacting the space and earth that was held within it into a sphere the size of a basketball, proving that the dome had actually encircled us all the way around. As easy as it may seem to be to counter the compacting sphere, the space within it still appears to be a mile in diameter and the feel of being in it doesn't change, meaning there is no hint to the fact that the space is being condensed unless you're on the outside of the dome, as I would be. Once the space is compacted, all that is sealed within is left to float within a now inescapable pocket dimension until it rots away.

I stand on the edge of the crater that I had created, the basketball sphere still laying at the center and wait for something to happen.

As my opponent rushes me, throwing punches in a rather hectic manner at my face, I get the feeling something isnt right. There is an odd feeling of reaitsu in the air, all around us, yet my opponent is assailing me close range for the first time all fight. Knowing my opponent is throwing punches blindly, and I too am countering them blindly, I snap my fingers while ducking under a punch. Light returns, flooding through the area. Through this light, I notice a sphere of ribbons forming around me. I hate spheres, especially ones meant to keep me in one place. I step back, avoiding a punch, and rush the place where the sphere is attempting to close, transfering from Thirst to Hunger. As it is about to close, I dive forward, rotating my body, creating a drill of the mist around me. I pierce the sphere, and not a second too soon, as my opponent compresses the sphere, creating a massive crater in front of us. Seeing this as an opportunity, I immediately fill the crater with the mist, condensing and cooling the mist until it actually becomes a sea of red liquid. Reaching into it, I place the fourth trumpet in and grasp the fifth trumpet. Pulling it out, I launch into the air above the pit.

"You're pretty impudent. Let me show you something that may finally put a tinge of remorse in your heart for ever attempting to raise your blade against me."

I blow on the fifth trumpet a staccato F, and the sea begins to boil. I then grasp my sword, throwing the trumpet itself into the liquid. My body begins to torrent with white flames, and I fall towards the liquid. A split second before hitting, my voice rings out.

"Lacerate. Masamaru."

The liquid begins to boil, and hundreds of things that will be called locusts fly out. They aren't locusts though. They are scorpion tailed warhorses, having a man's face with lion's teeth. Their hair is long like that of a womans' and flew with locust-like wings. They are crowned with golden crowns and protected with iron-like breastplates. Hundreds of them exit the liquid, flying towards you at alarming speeds. They swarm around you, still streaming from the liquid, stabbing at you with their scorpion tails, the noise from their wings drowing out all other noise. The teeth gnash at your legs and arms, hoping not to hit vital spots. After all, these locusts have been ordered to render you useless. If you move, they will follow. The venom in their tails will paralyze you. As more and more stream from the boiling liquid, they take to the skies around you, blanketing the light streaming around. Smoke comes from the boiling liquid, making the air around us dark and heavy. The locusts are everywhere, flying in circles over the mile. When the air is full of them, creating a virtual tornado of locusts around a mile of us, including the hundred that are attacking you directly, they stop coming from the liquid. The rest stay there, waiting for you, ready to strike at all moments.

From the liquid, I walk forth. I am taller. My arms are longer, reaching down to my knees. My arms are more muscular, covered in the white bone substance, and are covered with tiny pointed bumps, unnoticable if not being felt. My shoulders are massively broad, and my pectorals are firmly toned, as well as my abdomen. I wear no shirt, and my back is covered with the thick white substance taking the form of a spine with ribs that come around to my front. The spine ends in a tail, long and segmented, with a three pronged maple leaf shaped blade adorning the end. My legs are firmly muscular and toned, but hidden under tattered black pants. The sash tying these pants up is red. My yellow hair is the same, but adorning it is a thin circlet with a ruby in the center. My mask has become a skeletal mouth, covering my face from the nose down and mimicing my movements. Atop my hands are four claws, thick and serated, one sprouting from each knuckle.

I point my palm at you and the locusts, and a series of spines launch out of the bumps on my arms. They rush at you, acting like explosive rounds and will explode with the force of a cero if they hit you. The spines, however, are physical, and travel swiftly towards your position. I stand on the edge of the water, waiting for action.

[Devroux]

I will tell you that my ribbons are part of my zanpaktou and act like a living creature more than a lifeless attack. Being a creature (with metallic properties) no reiatsu is used to control them. However, seeing as that doesn't much matter, I'll be countering this soon.

[Teddie]

I get what you're saying, and will take it into account. My apologies.

[Devroux]

Originally Posted by Teddie

First and foremost, I didnt edit your post. It says I did, and thats just me slipping hitting edit instead of quote. I'm not used to my mod powers.



As my opponent rushes me, throwing punches in a rather hectic manner at my face, I get the feeling something isnt right. There is an odd feeling of reaitsu in the air, all around us, yet my opponent is assailing me close range for the first time all fight. Knowing my opponent is throwing punches blindly, and I too am countering them blindly, I snap my fingers while ducking under a punch. Light returns, flooding through the area. Through this light, I notice a sphere of ribbons forming around me. I hate spheres, especially ones meant to keep me in one place. I step back, avoiding a punch, and rush the place where the sphere is attempting to close, transfering from Thirst to Hunger. As it is about to close, I dive forward, rotating my body, creating a drill of the mist around me. I pierce the sphere, and not a second too soon, as my opponent compresses the sphere, creating a massive crater in front of us. Seeing this as an opportunity, I immediately fill the crater with the mist, condensing and cooling the mist until it actually becomes a sea of red liquid. Reaching into it, I place the fourth trumpet in and grasp the fifth trumpet. Pulling it out, I launch into the air above the pit.

"You're pretty impudent. Let me show you something that may finally put a tinge of remorse in your heart for ever attempting to raise your blade against me."

I blow on the fifth trumpet a staccato F, and the sea begins to boil. I then grasp my sword, throwing the trumpet itself into the liquid. My body begins to torrent with white flames, and I fall towards the liquid. A split second before hitting, my voice rings out.

"Lacerate. Masamaru."

The liquid begins to boil, and hundreds of things that will be called locusts fly out. They aren't locusts though. They are scorpion tailed warhorses, having a man's face with lion's teeth. Their hair is long like that of a womans' and flew with locust-like wings. They are crowned with golden crowns and protected with iron-like breastplates. Hundreds of them exit the liquid, flying towards you at alarming speeds. They swarm around you, still streaming from the liquid, stabbing at you with their scorpion tails, the noise from their wings drowing out all other noise. The teeth gnash at your legs and arms, hoping not to hit vital spots. After all, these locusts have been ordered to render you useless. If you move, they will follow. The venom in their tails will paralyze you. As more and more stream from the boiling liquid, they take to the skies around you, blanketing the light streaming around. Smoke comes from the boiling liquid, making the air around us dark and heavy. The locusts are everywhere, flying in circles over the mile. When the air is full of them, creating a virtual tornado of locusts around a mile of us, including the hundred that are attacking you directly, they stop coming from the liquid. The rest stay there, waiting for you, ready to strike at all moments.

From the liquid, I walk forth. I am taller. My arms are longer, reaching down to my knees. My arms are more muscular, covered in the white bone substance, and are covered with tiny pointed bumps, unnoticable if not being felt. My shoulders are massively broad, and my pectorals are firmly toned, as well as my abdomen. I wear no shirt, and my back is covered with the thick white substance taking the form of a spine with ribs that come around to my front. The spine ends in a tail, long and segmented, with a three pronged maple leaf shaped blade adorning the end. My legs are firmly muscular and toned, but hidden under tattered black pants. The sash tying these pants up is red. My yellow hair is the same, but adorning it is a thin circlet with a ruby in the center. My mask has become a skeletal mouth, covering my face from the nose down and mimicing my movements. Atop my hands are four claws, thick and serated, one sprouting from each knuckle.

I point my palm at you and the locusts, and a series of spines launch out of the bumps on my arms. They rush at you, acting like explosive rounds and will explode with the force of a cero if they hit you. The spines, however, are physical, and travel swiftly towards your position. I stand on the edge of the water, waiting for action.

My opponent may be a god, but my fears of him and his power have long since disappeared. Seeing the heights at which he could attack and how easily he can defend has made me prepare for anything. As of now, after breaking through the barrier of ribbons I had created a filling the crater with a liquid, he sends forth a large wave of locusts from the pit and he himself comes out with a new appearance.

As he walks out of the liquid and the locusts gather, I take my time to take off my clothes, becoming completely nude, and folding my clothes neatly into a pile with the exception of my belt and holster. I drop these folded clothes into a pocket dimension and seal it, so that when this fight ends, I may wear clothes again. Right now, I've decided that I best defend myself from the swarm of locusts that are now heading for me.

As they close in on my position, I am able to see their shape and features more closely. They're far from normal locusts and much bigger, but this doesn't mean they are any harder to take care of. I don't even have to move my hands for it, so I simply place my hand in my other hand behind my back and stand there, a slight, naked pelvic thrust defining my missing fear in the moment. I close my eyes and wait, listening to the beating of wings as the beasts come closer.

||| Uitta Crucifige |||

Although my eyes are closed and I can't see what goes on, the force from my waist and the crunch of exoskeletons as hundreds of ribbons sweep from my weapons is enough to tell my what is happening. Outside my eyelids, ribbons are springing forth and twisting around into spear-like structures, completely penetrating through the swarm as they come into contact with the spearheads. The wall of ribbons may not have so much one-on-one accuracy with moving targets such as these, but the sheer number was enough to at least penetrate a number of the beasts as they closed in. Each ribbon, as they penetrate, again twist into new shapes, becoming crosses that blow out of the three adjacent sides that would crucify the beast. This end suits each creature as their birth seems to be almost biblical.

I open my eyes a split second before my body automatically contorts as an almost oblivious reaction to the spikes that were heading my way. Ducking and weaving almost without thought, I move my body only slightly each time in order to escape the path of the spine, letting it fly past me and blow up somewhere in the distance.

"Killy, my boy, please give me something crazier once more. The fear I felt before has ceased and I welcome the action," I say, taunting my opponent.

||| Syria Accersito |||

I draw one of my guns and pull the trigger, replacing it to its resting spot in the blink of an eye, but accomplishing my goal nonetheless. A rift tears open in the space in front of me, a bright light sweeping forth from it as an elongated creature crawls forth from depths of space and time unknown to even myself. This creature, as the light recedes, becomes more visible and reveals itself to be a far larger caterpillar than the ones seen on earth, with other more detailed differences.

The creature, although somewhat caterpillar-like, is hundreds of feet long as it escapes the rift, sliding towards my opponent. As it moves, a red gas seeps from pores found all over its body. The gas devours substances that it touches, including the soil beneath, making it disappear from our world completely. The gas flows in such high volume that the caterpillar seemingly holds an armor of it as he nears my opponent, trying to not only crush him beneath its great weight, but decay him with the gas as well.

The caterpillar, with a consciousness of its own, is capable of feats such as weaving around attacks at it and following its target, but it also knows how useful the gas is, as it is a part of its own body and has become second nature to use it as a weapon. This gas, unbeknownst to my opponent, is a natural replica of his Hunger mist that he has been using throughout our fight, meaning that although it devours just as much, he nor I have control over it for the caterpillar creates it.

[Teddie]

I'll get this in a lil

[Teddie]

Originally Posted by Devroux

My opponent may be a god, but my fears of him and his power have long since disappeared. Seeing the heights at which he could attack and how easily he can defend has made me prepare for anything. As of now, after breaking through the barrier of ribbons I had created a filling the crater with a liquid, he sends forth a large wave of locusts from the pit and he himself comes out with a new appearance.

As he walks out of the liquid and the locusts gather, I take my time to take off my clothes, becoming completely nude, and folding my clothes neatly into a pile with the exception of my belt and holster. I drop these folded clothes into a pocket dimension and seal it, so that when this fight ends, I may wear clothes again. Right now, I've decided that I best defend myself from the swarm of locusts that are now heading for me.

As they close in on my position, I am able to see their shape and features more closely. They're far from normal locusts and much bigger, but this doesn't mean they are any harder to take care of. I don't even have to move my hands for it, so I simply place my hand in my other hand behind my back and stand there, a slight, naked pelvic thrust defining my missing fear in the moment. I close my eyes and wait, listening to the beating of wings as the beasts come closer.

||| Uitta Crucifige |||

Although my eyes are closed and I can't see what goes on, the force from my waist and the crunch of exoskeletons as hundreds of ribbons sweep from my weapons is enough to tell my what is happening. Outside my eyelids, ribbons are springing forth and twisting around into spear-like structures, completely penetrating through the swarm as they come into contact with the spearheads. The wall of ribbons may not have so much one-on-one accuracy with moving targets such as these, but the sheer number was enough to at least penetrate a number of the beasts as they closed in. Each ribbon, as they penetrate, again twist into new shapes, becoming crosses that blow out of the three adjacent sides that would crucify the beast. This end suits each creature as their birth seems to be almost biblical.

I open my eyes a split second before my body automatically contorts as an almost oblivious reaction to the spikes that were heading my way. Ducking and weaving almost without thought, I move my body only slightly each time in order to escape the path of the spine, letting it fly past me and blow up somewhere in the distance.

"Killy, my boy, please give me something crazier once more. The fear I felt before has ceased and I welcome the action," I say, taunting my opponent.

||| Syria Accersito |||

I draw one of my guns and pull the trigger, replacing it to its resting spot in the blink of an eye, but accomplishing my goal nonetheless. A rift tears open in the space in front of me, a bright light sweeping forth from it as an elongated creature crawls forth from depths of space and time unknown to even myself. This creature, as the light recedes, becomes more visible and reveals itself to be a far larger caterpillar than the ones seen on earth, with other more detailed differences.

The creature, although somewhat caterpillar-like, is hundreds of feet long as it escapes the rift, sliding towards my opponent. As it moves, a red gas seeps from pores found all over its body. The gas devours substances that it touches, including the soil beneath, making it disappear from our world completely. The gas flows in such high volume that the caterpillar seemingly holds an armor of it as he nears my opponent, trying to not only crush him beneath its great weight, but decay him with the gas as well.

The caterpillar, with a consciousness of its own, is capable of feats such as weaving around attacks at it and following its target, but it also knows how useful the gas is, as it is a part of its own body and has become second nature to use it as a weapon. This gas, unbeknownst to my opponent, is a natural replica of his Hunger mist that he has been using throughout our fight, meaning that although it devours just as much, he nor I have control over it for the caterpillar creates it.

Spoiler:

I dont know if I was clear, and if I wasnt, I apologize. There are spines (like porcupine needles) that I launch, and then I have a spine like a spinal column. So I shot multiple at you. The counter is valid, I'm just doing it for vizualisation purposes.

"How utterly repulsive."

A caterpillar. A freaking caterpillar lurches towards me. Were I not a superior being, I would've barfed. However, my attention is instead drawn toward the ground being eaten beneath it, seemingly disappearing into a red mist. Puzzled, I snap my fingers, and a locust flies from the outside towards it. Sure enough, it is devoured.

No.
Are...you serious?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
OH, REALLLLLL MATURE.
THIRST? TAKE CARE OF THAT PESTILENCE OVER THERE, AND I'LL SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS.

Thirst and I chuckle at Hunger's expense, and I raise my palm. Blue flames swirl around it.

Eastern Dragon.
Seiryu

With a massive roar, the flames swell, and take the shape of a massive dragon. The flames flicker, and change different colors so that the final shape looks a little like this.

Spoiler:

However, all of the flames have the same basic abilities, and rush at your worm. The dragon dwarves your worm in size, and circles it, being able to fit its entire body around the caterpillar twice. They swirl around your caterpillar, careful not to touch it, and expell massive amounts of heat, roasting your caterpillar as if inside an oven. The massive amounts of heat cannot be eaten by the mist, and the caterpillar would surely die. After it is charred to a deep black, the caterpillar becomes a thing of the past to the dragon, who turns its attention to you. Roaring mightily, the dragon breathes a stream of flames at you, continuously, flames that roast you in an instant. Meanwhile, I point my other hand at the caterpillar, and a thick red mist coats it, slowly eating its remnants.

"That's the problem with attacking me with my own abilities. You gain as well as lose. You learned a little something about my mist there, to be sure, but you cant ever hope to beat me with it. I dont believe you did, though, did you."

From the red water, three beings walk out. They are my height, and entirely white. They are humanoid, but have no fingers, toes, or genitals. The heads have a singular eye and a mouth with razor sharp teeth. Immediately, one draws its arms and legs into its body, becoming a thick worm like being, and dives into the ground, gnashing its teeth and eating the dirt, swimming through the ground towards you. Another grows six appendages from its body that look like praying mantis pinsers, and rushes you, rushing around the flames with an intense speed, attacking your back with the pinsers. The pinsers, while appearing to be made of the same material as the beings, is actual razor sharp and diamond tough. It hopes to pierce you with two, decapitate you with two, and shields its body with the other two. The being from below launches from the ground at your feet, if not stopped, biting at your legs, attempting either to hold you in place for a second or eat your leg entirely. The third one walks towards me, and I rake my claws swiftly down its back and front, creating eight, thick, jagged scars where my claws were. It then launches into the air, and begins to fall towards you, dodging the flames and the other two minions. As it nears you, I snap my fingers.

"Lacerate."

The white scars open up, tearing massive wounds in the minion's chest and back. Instead of blood oozing out however, the cuts shine for a second. Immediately, the area around the being is blanketed in a massive explosion, engulfing the dragon but not reaching me. The explosion is raw energy, not spiritual energy, but worldly energy. The energy would rend the other two beings apart, creating two more equal sized explosions. As you might have guessed, countering the other two beings in a way that would pierce their skin would cause more explosions. All the while, I stand, the wind buffeting my hair, and leaving me smiling.

"Dont you see?"
We're so much more fun to fight when we're released.
Maybe now you understand why we're gods?
"It's all a matter of time Mr. Alter. I'm coming for you. So tell me again, why do you persist? What do you hope to gain from fighting me?"

[Devroux]

Originally Posted by Teddie

Spoiler:

I dont know if I was clear, and if I wasnt, I apologize. There are spines (like porcupine needles) that I launch, and then I have a spine like a spinal column. So I shot multiple at you. The counter is valid, I'm just doing it for vizualisation purposes.

"How utterly repulsive."

A caterpillar. A freaking caterpillar lurches towards me. Were I not a superior being, I would've barfed. However, my attention is instead drawn toward the ground being eaten beneath it, seemingly disappearing into a red mist. Puzzled, I snap my fingers, and a locust flies from the outside towards it. Sure enough, it is devoured.

No.
Are...you serious?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
OH, REALLLLLL MATURE.
THIRST? TAKE CARE OF THAT PESTILENCE OVER THERE, AND I'LL SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS.

Thirst and I chuckle at Hunger's expense, and I raise my palm. Blue flames swirl around it.

Eastern Dragon.
Seiryu

With a massive roar, the flames swell, and take the shape of a massive dragon. The flames flicker, and change different colors so that the final shape looks a little like this.

Spoiler:

However, all of the flames have the same basic abilities, and rush at your worm. The dragon dwarves your worm in size, and circles it, being able to fit its entire body around the caterpillar twice. They swirl around your caterpillar, careful not to touch it, and expell massive amounts of heat, roasting your caterpillar as if inside an oven. The massive amounts of heat cannot be eaten by the mist, and the caterpillar would surely die. After it is charred to a deep black, the caterpillar becomes a thing of the past to the dragon, who turns its attention to you. Roaring mightily, the dragon breathes a stream of flames at you, continuously, flames that roast you in an instant. Meanwhile, I point my other hand at the caterpillar, and a thick red mist coats it, slowly eating its remnants.

"That's the problem with attacking me with my own abilities. You gain as well as lose. You learned a little something about my mist there, to be sure, but you cant ever hope to beat me with it. I dont believe you did, though, did you."

From the red water, three beings walk out. They are my height, and entirely white. They are humanoid, but have no fingers, toes, or genitals. The heads have a singular eye and a mouth with razor sharp teeth. Immediately, one draws its arms and legs into its body, becoming a thick worm like being, and dives into the ground, gnashing its teeth and eating the dirt, swimming through the ground towards you. Another grows six appendages from its body that look like praying mantis pinsers, and rushes you, rushing around the flames with an intense speed, attacking your back with the pinsers. The pinsers, while appearing to be made of the same material as the beings, is actual razor sharp and diamond tough. It hopes to pierce you with two, decapitate you with two, and shields its body with the other two. The being from below launches from the ground at your feet, if not stopped, biting at your legs, attempting either to hold you in place for a second or eat your leg entirely. The third one walks towards me, and I rake my claws swiftly down its back and front, creating eight, thick, jagged scars where my claws were. It then launches into the air, and begins to fall towards you, dodging the flames and the other two minions. As it nears you, I snap my fingers.

"Lacerate."

The white scars open up, tearing massive wounds in the minion's chest and back. Instead of blood oozing out however, the cuts shine for a second. Immediately, the area around the being is blanketed in a massive explosion, engulfing the dragon but not reaching me. The explosion is raw energy, not spiritual energy, but worldly energy. The energy would rend the other two beings apart, creating two more equal sized explosions. As you might have guessed, countering the other two beings in a way that would pierce their skin would cause more explosions. All the while, I stand, the wind buffeting my hair, and leaving me smiling.

"Dont you see?"
We're so much more fun to fight when we're released.
Maybe now you understand why we're gods?
"It's all a matter of time Mr. Alter. I'm coming for you. So tell me again, why do you persist? What do you hope to gain from fighting me?"

I chuckle as the caterpillar is easily taken out and the dragon begins its assault on me. I simply hammer the air in front of me with my fist, creating cracks in space similar to breaking glass. These cracks that come between the flames and I act as a barrier, stopping the fire before it can reach me. The heat, although something that would pass a normal barrier, is unable to reach me as if the cracks separate me from this plane of existence, even though simply walking around these fractures would be enough to reach me. Reaching down to my weapon, I pull a trigger and the cracks pull to two sides, letting the flames slip into the realm of my zanpaktou for later use.

||| Compacto |||

Pulling the trigger again, more rifts open up in space and time, breathing ribbons out that act almost on their own in order to surround the dragon, enveloping it in a cocoon of ribbons that, when they finally condense, slide into a flawless perfect sphere, sealing the dragon in a pocket dimension. The sphere hovers in the sky for a moment before falling to the earth, creating yet another, albeit smaller, crater under its massive weight.

After the sphere lands, I turn my attention back to my opponent who summons up creatures from the liquid. Watching carefully, I see one dive beneath the earth, one sprout pincers to bifurcate, and another that makes its way towards my opponent. As my opponent touches it, I must turn my gaze towards the already attacking creatures. Utilizing my Keeper's Will, I am able to time it just right in order to lift my leg as the monster crawling beneath the surface comes up to ensnare me. Bringing my leg back down with some force, I easily snap the creatures neck, pinning it there and sporting a Captain Morgan stance.

The second creature is yet again easy to deal with, but much harder than the wormy one. For this one, I draw my weapons from their resting place and aim them at it, but don't pull the triggers. Instead ribbons come forth and wind around like lassos that I swing above my head. Then, throwing my arms forward, these lassos launch towards the creature and wrap around the pincers, tying them closed. From their, the ribbons breed quickly and overall enclose the beast in a smaller cocoon, letting it writhe within, but not letting it loose.

At this point, I am finally able to face the third creature that is sent my way. Although it is similar to the first two, this one seems to have no changes to it and instead just plummets towards me like a bomb being dropped to earth. With that image in mind, I feel the need to escape its path, but fight that urge in order to face the danger head on; something that I am greatly used to by now.

||| Tempus Portam |||

I again point my weapon at the creature as it falls and pull the trigger, releasing a partially transparent image of a clock. This clock passes through the creature's body and stops it mid-air, but is unable to keep it from exploding. When the explosion happens, I pull the triggers to my weapon twice more, swallowing the other creatures and placing them within my zanpaktou to not only use them for later, but to keep any more explosions from being created. As the force of the explosion comes my way I crack the space in front of me as a shield from it. Having caught the monster in the air, the distance between myself and it should be far enough that this small shield will suffice in keeping me unharmed.

"Why is this so much more interesting? I just see some more parlor tricks. Either way, my only intention for fighting you is to gain more combat knowledge. Knowledge is power. I simply want to survive and grow, nothing more," I say in response to the question I was asked. "I mean, if I survive this, I can also spread the gospel, telling the tales of the great Killsworth." I yawn, knowing that flattery isn't going to mean anything, considering that I will survive this fight one way or another, whether it means beating a god or running.

I set my sights towards my opponent once more, knowing that I once again have the opportunity for attack. If I'm supposed to beat him, I have to come up with something more than what I've done so far. I need to cross boundaries, but right now, I feel almost at my limit. I can only hope that deciphering and using his abilities against him will be enough to beat him, for I have near no other tricks to show.

Pulling the triggers to my weapons, I open a fissure in space above my opponent. From it, the creatures that I had formerly abducted fall, the ribbons still cocooning the one with pincers and a new ribbon tied around the one with a broken neck. Once these come within a range where my opponent can even be taken by the explosions, the ribbons tighten and tear open the creatures, causing the devastating explosions that the first one had, but obviously with twice the power.

Although somewhat strong, this was only a preliminary assault in order to return what I had taken, which I voice to my opponent. "I figure that gods give a lot and take a lot, but there are some instances when man must give back. Take some of your own medicine, my friend."

||| Infernum Volutpat |||

Pulling the triggers to my weapons several more times I open several fissures around my opponent that create a dome, not necessarily trapping him, but making an area for him to be hit no matter how he moves within it. These fissures begin expelling a flame from within that looks like normal fire, but actually absorbs the heat from anything near it in order to grow hotter. The amount of flames almost instantly bring the temperature down the zero and, being so close to each other, fuel themselves in order to keep rising in temperature, roasting whatever happens to be caught near or in them, meaning my opponent would be a meal, rather than a person, if he is hit.

I laugh openly, knowing how Hunger reacted to his double. I can't wait to see Thirst's reaction. "I waited in order to do this, but I figured I'd bring it out a little earlier than I had hoped. Just as a gift to the man that fuels my power even further."

||| Movens Rima |||

I once more pull the trigger to a gun before holstering them both. Crossing my arms in front of my, I gaze up at my opponent and the sky above him as it begins cracking and tearing open. This opening covers more than a few feet and instead covers a mile between each side to the gap. This fissure quickly moves downwards towards the ground, hoping to swallow my opponent's mock lake, the locust-beasts, and overall my opponent into my zanpaktou. This fissure, as big as it may be, will disappear when it hits the earth and leave no trace. The top of it is also blank, leaving no hint to its creation.