Shipwrecked [Closed - Amelia]

Amelia was on a cargo ship. You would not get too many answers as to why Amelia had found herself on board it. We will just say that she has hitching a ride back to the cargo ship's destination before the deck. The commotion was instantly notable, even without the sound of destruction above, the sound of primer being ignited, bullets impacting upon steel containers, ricocheting dangerously. That was extremely alarming and swiftly Amelia phased into soldier mode. She was trained for such situations and thus was not anywhere near as panicked as the crew below with her. Swiftly, Amelia took command and control of the situation, a resurfacing of Major Amelia Fiorella Vietti. Answers, she needed them quickly without delay.

"You! Do you know who's firing up there?"

Her authoritative tone prompted an instant reply.

"Likely our guys but I don' know who else is up there."

Silently she cursed to herself. More than before Amelia was skilled enough to deal with such a threat. Bullets and explosions were still lethal to her but now she even possessed the ability to avoid the bullets altogether. Something told her the nature of the threat though. Her perception of Spiritual Pressure informed her of a threat above that was not human. With the amount of Spiritual Pressure she felt she deemed whatever it was about an initial assessment of something within her capability to deal with. It was not a hero complex, she did not want to deal with it but she was the only one who could and the simple fact of the matter was that they were on a ship and Amelia had nowhere to run to.

Coming to the deck revealed a nasty scene of gore with the individual responsible for the said acts calmly standing around. Amelia materialised a bow in her hands and taking her experience and training and using it to carefully flank the being, Amelia launched a projectile at it, almost simultaneously using Hirenkyaku, the God Step to close in immediately on the target to fly in with a powerful side kick aimed square at the centre of its back.

358

7GP

A curvy figure arrived on the deck of the ship and immediately caught the attention of the Arrancar. It was a woman with long silky straight dark brown hair reaching down to her waist and golden eyes that mirrored his own. Her appearance was actually quite breathtaking. But what was she doing on this ship? She didn’t appear to be wearing the same attire as the rest of these sailors and she certainly wasn’t as filthy as the rest of them. Something about her arrival left an uneasy feeling in Soran’s gut.

The brown haired woman suddenly materialized a bow of energy in her hands, prompting Soran to react immediately. Using his speed, he began to flicker away towards his right with the aid of his sonido the instant she revealed her weapon to him. While performing this high speed movement in an attempt to avoid whatever this woman had planned, he was simultaneously charging a cero in his mouth. She fired a bright blue projectile at the Arrancar that appeared to move twice as fast as he did and struck him in the left shoulder. The projectile removed a chunk of skin, but luckily didn’t stick inside him and continued to zoom off over the ocean waters.

Soran managed not to take his eyes off this new opponent, despite the amount of pain he was currently feeling. Her projectile slightly worked in his favor as the impact it had made during the speed movement caused his body to spin around and see the woman closing in with a powerful side kick, which would’ve originally been aimed square at the center of his back. Using his right arm, Soran blocked the kick with a punch to the foot while still wearing his Zanpakutō gauntlets. Upon the impact, Soran would instantaneously extend the 13 inch hidden blades located above the knuckle in an attempt to pierce this attacker’s foot. This would be extremely difficult to avoid, due to the fact that the blade would be extended upon impact and she would have no way to know of the blade’s existence in the first place.

Immediately after facing the woman who tried to sneak up behind him, he would also fire a crimson red cero from out of his mouth. If the blade ended up penetrating her food, this would likely free her by blasting her away from the Arrancar and off the ship.

WC: 402

GP: 8

Good grace meant that Amelia was a Quincy, not a regular human or any other human that might hold some form of other power. Her pure blooded ancestry had unlocked an ability to her without any conscious effort. That was to say that she possessed the ability to utilise Blut and it was something that she had found out and thus actively pursued a conscious control over that part of her skill set. It meant that although the gauntlet's blades did pierce through her leather soled boot, upon reaching her bare foot the influx of spiritual particles flowing through her blood meant that they did not pass through, instead painfully allowing just the tips of the blades to poke through the skin.

Amelia did not miss the bright light of the cero gathering within the maw of the Arrancar boy. It stood out more than anything else in the immediate. Instinctively she reacted to the danger she felt from it. It was a clear gathering of spiritual energy. The cero, it was something she had read about during her time in China, a large amount of time spent understanding the weapons that her enemies possessed. Her fist swung out with her foot still raised with the unwanted aid of the spiked gauntlet of his, connecting with the released energy. The feeling was hardly pleasant, it was like making contact with an hot iron thrown at her hand. The force of her punch was sufficient enough to redirect the blast down into the ground where it exploded with a weak force. At least it felt that way for Amelia able to somewhat ignore the effect of that, instead springing up with her other leg spinning her body around to strike with a powerful kick to his shoulder blade in the guise of the smoke of the blast as two blue short batons formed in her hands to fight with.

318
6GP

The blade had managed to strike the woman's foot, but it only aided with giving her momentum for a downward punch. By this time the bone in his shoulder had already begun to heal in order to keep his arm from falling off. The hit landed on Soran's cheek and redirected his face towards the ground. The blast had been charging since seeing his opponent bring out a weapon, which had generated enough power to pierce through the ship and blasted a large hole straight through it. This blast coming from Soran’s mouth actually aided with avoiding the second spin kick by shooting the Arrancar in a jet-like manner in the opposite-direction once it made contact with the ship. Flipping through the air and landing on his feet by where the cargo was kept before he dumped them in the water.

Suddenly the large ship began to shake violently. His cero actually caused water to begin flooding the lower levels. Within a couple of minutes the ship would be completely under water and submerged into the ocean while the island wasn’t close enough to dock at yet. The bone and muscle tissue had only begun. He hadn’t had anybody hurt him this badly in years and it appeared his regeneration skills needed some work for major wounds. Unlike while he was still in his Hollow form and able to regrow limbs at will. Looking at the small amount of smoke clearing while the ship had begun shaking, he saw the same woman with two blue short batons formed in her hands to fight with. Seeing actual weapons for melee combat caused Soran to grin. The Arrancar couldn’t help but to get excited for something other than being shot at by high-speed projectiles.

 “Well good going, asshole! You made me blow a hole in the ship! First these assholes try to kill me with guns for taking a nap of their boat and then you shot a blue harpoons at me for defending myself! Now I tried to shoot something at you and the ship is sinking.” The Arrancar shouted while still keeping an eye on the woman in case she decided to attack him while he was talking. “But I’ll give you this though, you are pretty fast for a human. So if we’re finished shooting shit at each other, I think it’s about time to see how well you can fight.” As he finished saying this, the muscles in his shoulder finished healing to the point where he could move his left arm again. So he lifted both arms in a defensive stance and caused both of the blades to come out of them. He would wait for her to attack first because she was still by the large hole he had made in the ship and he still needed time before his arm would finish healing.

WC: 478

GP: 9

Was that not wonderful. Now it seemed that Amelia had entered a gauntlet with an Arrancar. One that had a time limit to it given the unfortunate state of the large cargo ship now. The brown haired Quincy's fist collided with the cero and diverted its path, instead of striking her it plowed through the hull of the ship leaving it in a ready to sink status. Her sweeping kick met with thin air as the Arrancar was propelled backwards with the opposite force reaction of the cero. Amelia's feet touched down and she steadied herself as the ship rocked unstably.

"Ah shit... ain't this great?"

Amelia glanced down at the hole bored through the ship as she muttered to herself irritated and angered. All the more reason for her to disappear from the ship before others showed up. There was no way in hell she wanted to around to explain any of this and it would not go unnoticed. Eventually someone was going to go looking and she simply had to not be there for that. Amelia hopped painfully on her feet, the small punctures very much a pain to deal with. Under her feet, spiritual particle gathered forming a miniature platform for her that she could control at will, a better option than walking, jumping or running now. His yelling was irrelevant to Amelia, all she wanted to do was get little closer to the shore when she could reliably shoot away without abandoning those remaining on the ship to die. They were already preparing the life boats on the lower floors. He seemed so focused on her arrows, he made point to complain about them. Either way they were effective and would resurface sooner or later when he was least expecting it. Until then...

Gliding forwards over the hole she soared towards him, her feet skating just above the ground. Her right hand shot out launching the blue baton at his head whilst the left arched across to swing across his damaged side to connect solidly with the left shoulder. A simple tactic, target his weakened areas. Not only that, the launched baton was out of her hand but not yet out of her control.

368
7GP

Despite being in this current conflict, the Arrancar couldn’t help but to remember how he ended up on this sinking ship in the first place. After his encounter with Cyre D’Angelo, the warrior began training his abilities in order to hone his skills to the best of his capability. His biggest breakthrough was harvesting the beginning skills of his aerokinesis granted to him by his Zanpakutō. This would be the perfect opportunity to use his ability for combat purposes rather than just blowing wind in the air currents. His regenerative properties, on the other hand, still required some work. The muscle tissue was completely healed, but still exposed as the skin tissue had only begun to heal. Whatever she had shot him with, he couldn’t let it happen again. Those blue arrows actually hurt a lot!

If anything could be said about this woman, it was that she certainly was graceful.  She made it apparent that she was no normal human whenever she began to slightly hover above the ground she was standing on and proceeded to glide over the hole which the Arrancar had made. Her speed suddenly accelerated as she soared towards him, her feet skating just above the ground.  His guard was left up, blades still extended out and prepared to defend himself from whatever tactic the girl had planned. She was definitely crafty and needed to be watched. Soran wasn’t even concerned about the life boats filled with arms dealers escaping.

Gliding towards the Arrancar, the woman’s right hand launched a blue baton at his head. Instantaneously, Soran reacted with a breath of fresh air. By breathing out, a small current of air escaped the lips of the Arrancar struck the baton and sent it flying in the opposite direction away from both the attacker and defender. This was made especially effective due to the fact that the baton was aimed for his head and easier for the wind current to strike and misguide.

Once the woman was at close range after throwing one of her weapons, she proceeded to swing her second baton at his left shoulder. By using a mixture of his natural speed and sonido, Soran side-stepped the blow and spun around the woman while leaving an afterimage behind at the last instant. The moment her baton would phase through the afterimage, Soran would already be in the process of attacking the back of her torso with a flurry of swift punches.

WC: 409

GP: 8

Super powered breath. That was a first for Amelia, as she glanced at her improvised projectile blown off course by the sudden exhalation of the Arrancar; it took her by surprise but it did not deter her from continuing forwards. Her swing met with thin air but thankfully she was unconsciously aware of her ability to sense spiritual pressure now and incorporated it into her natural fighting instincts. Letting her swing's momentum, she spun around to react to the movement of the Arrancar. She was a beat too slow taking a glancing blow to her side only due to her blut kicking in; a sore strike drawing blood but not enough to stop the centrifugal force she was building up. With her forearm, she knocked his oncoming punch to the side aiming to collide with his arm. Following through as she continued to pivot, her leg lashed out, a forceful roundhouse kick aiming to smash downwards into his collarbone with the aim of further weakening that side of his body. 

Either way once she had concluded her attack she would gain a bit of space between them. She lowered her centre of gravity as the ship began to groan further at the stress was placed upon it, swaying and tilting more and more to the side. Amelia glanced at the damage in the middle of the cargo ship. It was bad, the ship would last perhaps a minute or so. Given that the remaining crew had begun to evacuate a while ago, they should be almost all off the ship now so their lives would not be in immediate peril. They would have to tough it out alone. Amelia had far bigger problems than trying to save some strangers.

"It's clear that Quincy exist because of things like you..."

Her baton dematerialised as the spiritual particles dispersed into the winds. In its place a bow formed again. It was the thing Amelia had the most experience using, the most focus could be channelled a bow, the most damage could be done with it and it made the most sense to fight with it. All things aside, Amelia was feeling worn out. She had no desire to stand around beating some monster to death while they did the same in turn to her. Besides the blades within his knuckles were enough to put Amelia off getting close to that thing again. This was going to end one of two ways. Amelia was going to put the thing down or she was going to high tail it out of there. She needed to get out of there anyway because the ship was not going to make it to the shore.

"I hope you're prepared..." 

The blue bow in her grasp materialised an arrow and it was raised pointing towards the Arrancar. If all went well enough, her next shot would finish the fight, regardless of whether it killed or incapacitated, she was going to get out of there before more trouble showed up.

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10

As Soran had easily side-stepped the woman’s assault, her energy baton had struck nothing but thin air in the wake of the afterimage left behind by the speedy Arrancar. Soran had managed to strike her side with one of the blades in his gauntlet. This had managed to draw more blood from the woman and caused a sadistic smile to form on the Hollow’s face, once again showing off his razor sharp fangs. However, that smile faded quickly as his next punch was blocked his her forearm and caused the secondary blade to clash with the other gauntlet, causing sparks to rise.

Almost instinctively, Soran focused on the blades and caused them to retract back into the gauntlets. During this time, his opponent had pivoted her body and lashed out a roundhouse kick that smashed into his already injured collar. This caused the Arrancar to crash onto his knees and let out a cry as a jolt of pain surged through his entire body. The kick was so strong that it mixed with the shaking of the unstable waters and sent the injured Arrancar stumbling back a few feet towards the hole he had unintentionally blasted into the cargo ship.

As his opponent analyzed the hole he was directly next to, Soran forced himself to stand on his feet and face to woman. Anger on his face as his eyes were now crimson red with bloodlust. He had the sudden urge to end this woman’s life. But he knew her energy manipulation was a force that he had never seen before. But then she mentioned something that peaked his interest. She stated that the Quincy existed because of things like him. What the hell were Quincy? Were they some kind of superhumans? Soran licked the woman’s blood off of his gauntlet as he forced himself to stand on his feet. Her blood tasted human, but somewhat different in a way he couldn’t explain. Either way, he wasn’t sure how to handle the situation while the ship was flooding with water. Soon it would be completely submerged under the ocean and he had to be off of it when that happened.

The woman’s baton dematerialized as the spiritual particles dispersed into the winds. In its place a bow formed again. Perhaps that was the extent of the Quincy’s power? Maybe they could form whatever they wanted from just their own spiritual energy. It was actually kind of fascinating to the Arrancar. If the two weren’t fighting, he would gladly take an interest in finding out about her and her people. But unfortunately this was not the case. That previous arrow had taken a chunk out of his flesh, that was something Soran hoped to avoid happening a second time.

The Quincy then told Soran that she hoped he was prepared. Soran was rubbing the collar with his good arm as she spoke, his teeth gridding in pain as he knew the wounds would not heal soon enough to make an assault.

The blue bow in her grasp materialized an arrow and it was raised pointing towards the Arrancar. However, she had not fired yet. It was as if she was watching him in order to see what he would do. An interesting tactic, perhaps she knew there wasn’t much time to drag this on due to the rapidly rising water. Soran had a fear of drowning, but he knew the chances of that happening as a Hollow were less than being hit by another Quincy arrow.

“You win.” Soran stated plainly as he jumped down the hole he had previously made in the ship. Even though he hated being under water, he still knew how to swim. Using his Sonido, he quickly made it to shore by flickering at high speed faster than the life boats would make it there. He would hide out somewhere in order to heal his wounds in solitude without alerting others to his presence. However, he had another agenda on his mind. He needed to figure out why shipments of weapons were being sent into Japan. This Intel wouldn’t particularly be easy to come by, but it would allow this visit to Japan to mean something in the next arc of his journey.

-Exit Topic-

WC: 707

GP: 14

Total GP: 54