Come One, Come All (Closed/Anastasiya)

The radiant sun shined down from above like the roaring flames of a great dragon, it's boiling rays burning the flesh of those caught in it's path and requiring a plentiful helping of sunscreen in order to withstand it's heat. The beach had a habit of doing that. Somehow ampliying the sun's output and forcing you to seek external theords to escape it's wrath. While also being a place of fun and enjoyment, where children could build castles of wet sand and couples could work on their tan, all while enjoying the cool breeze brought fourth by the crystal clear waters before them. Of course there's some fairly easy reasoning behind this love for the beach, but who cares about reason at a time like this?
 
Tearing up the very earth on which she tead with ragged breaths tearing at it's throat, a massive hulk of a beast charged at full speed towards the particuarly dense gathering of souls. With black mist still clinging to her form after shredding the barrier between realms, the hungering creature cared all too little about the vehicles entering her vision and blocking her path, barrelling through the high-way turn off and narrowly missing all sorts of metal boxes. All of which she could tear open like sardine can and feast upon the occupents, but why waste the time when there's just a massive soul soup ripe for the taking?!
 
Lifting up onto her hide legs as she ran, Anastasiya's massive hoof planted itself on the guard rail and, after turning it to sheet metal, launched her sea blue form high into the air. Bringing her knees up to her chests, out streching all four of her arms and grinning madly under her bone mask, the Hollow's purple eyes darted in their sockets like she was watching a game of tennis, just replace the small green ball with hundreds of souls quite literally at her mercy...
 
Too lost in her own want to think clearly, the Hollow's third eye, placed upon her forehead, blinked sharply before opening wide. It's yellow pupil shrunk to but a dot, all other features spreading out and allowing blood red viens to pop into existence, all before a small wave of purple Reiatsu began flowing out of the narrowed pupil. Quickly forming into solid sphere, no bigger than a tennis ball, the almost black thing held for but a moment, it's hue of colour batheing the owner's face in a deep indigo, before it's erupted. Sending forth thick blasts of energy at speeds faster than the mortal eye could possibly persieve, these silent pillars shot towards the loud beach without a care for those down below, their dulled ends shredding through unknowning bodies before impacting against the ground.
 
From the persective of on lookers; the peaceful, relativeity, beach whom housed some thousand humans all without a care in the world, would suddenly erupt into a cloud of fire and sand, screams of terror overcast by the sheer volume of fire and deafening those just outside the blast range before sending their helpless forms cartwheeling through the air. People who skidded to a halt after the blast remained face down in the sand, as some unseen force sent sparks of mind numbing energy through their being, those somehow able to think comparing it to something they'd taken at a shady club during their delinqent years... 
 
Impacting with an earth shaking thud right at the centre of it all, her form slowly rising from the fire and flames with a sickening cackle flowing out from her parted jaws, Anastasiya looked on at the horror around her with glee-filled eyes. The amount of both newly dead and living souls all screaming and running in terror from the chaos she'd caused bringing a touch of warmth to her cold, cold heart, before disappearing and being replaced with the unending hunger which drove her to commit such a terrible act...
 
''Oh, how I do love the beach~''
 
With those last words leaving her throat, all remaining reason and compasion left her mind, allowing the beast within to take control. Anastasiya was no more, and with a thrown back head, jaws cracking open and toothed mandibles spreading apart to allow a deafening howl of a roar to bellow into the sky above to mark it's return.
 
The Hollow had taken control.
 
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Head angled down slightly so he could peer over his shades for a ‘better look’, he ‘sized up’ the young lady in his view with the ciel-blue bikini. Black hair, an eye color he certainly didn’t care noticing, and a models physique was occupying his attention: not that he was complaining.

Damn, why can’t Shinigami uniforms be like that?

But the bliss was to be cut short, the assault against his senses brought him back from lust to wrath, and the scene before him was hard to grasp at first. A cero, no there were multiple, but definitely blasts originating from a hollow, were shot off at the ground maybe a hundred feet from him. And then flames and a billow of what was probably a mix of remains and sand: strong enough to knock survivors to the ground and knock his sunglasses off. It was a mercy most were dead from the initial attack. Onlookers began crying out in panic, uncomprehending as to what just occurred, and not fully aware that they’d likely be dead soon as well. People would begin swarming away as soon as their adrenaline kicks in. This was chaos, people hated that, especially helpless people. His eye candy from a second ago was shrieking in fear, already fleeing.

He heard the monster land on the ground, it was still hidden partially by the aftermath of its ceros. As soon as the haze lifted, he could see the terror he would have to face, and it almost made him excited; almost. Something that size and obvious power wasn’t something to be taken lightly, it had already taken many lives, it was his job to further minimalize any loss. If he could grab its attention, than more souls could escape. With a catastrophe this big the Seretei had certainly taken notice, he just had to hold out until they got here.

This Hollow was strange, even by Shinigami standards. For one it was huge, at least twice his height, its limbs alone were bigger than him. Its mask was unlike anything he had seen before, it was so… intricate. Varying multiple limbs, hooves, and hair even; these were traits rarely seen in hollow breeds. It was obviously fast, his eyes had not been able catch its movement before its attack, and it was well built all around. The natural armor protecting different joints was scarce but thick, and horns, although small, were on several appendages. This thing was blatantly deadly, and looked like it lived for physical combat.

He took off running straight for the Hollow as soon as it roared, announcing its intentions to stay here and cause further havoc. Once passed a couple corpses, he released himself from his gigai, letting it crumple to the ground as his next stride began a flashstep. Drawing his zanpakuto, he burst through what was left of the sand cloud, and tried not to think about what else what mixed amongst those particles.

Ooooh ugly. I mean we’re all for alternative beauty right? But wow, she really missed the point. You sure she didn’t kill all those people by accident and just wants to enjoy the beach? Set me free, let me taste her.

He denied her wish, knowing this battle would be best drawn out. Sabi Shokan would be saved for if he felt his opponent a more dire threat.

Upon getting a better view of its anatomy, he saw the hollow hole right away, above its girdle but surrounded by its few ribs. It looked vulnerable, especially since its chest plates would only be a problem if he slashed vertically. So he swung his blade parallel to the ribs, between the bottom two. Having a shorter blade meant getting closer, but he was confident he was fast enough to slip in and out of the Hollows long reach.

Meta: Hanbei attacks Anastasiya with strength 35.

The roar of the flames, swirling up into the sky and turning into thick, black smoke, mixed together seamlessly with the cries and screams of the humans running for their lives. The chaotic mess bringing a special kind of joy to the Hollow's non-beating heart, the cool blood, stagnant in her veins, almost warming in the presence of such carnage. The way the fire lapped at her body, like the ocean waves, splashing against the snow white fur on her legs only added to the unending sensations. Noise, touch, scent, everything was being consumed by the roaring blaze around her, and she loved it... 

Lowering her gaze to the mass of creatures swarming away from her, Anastasiya's frenzied mind darted from target to target, each looking as delectable as the next. The raw, tanned skin of a student replaced with the pale innocence of a young body, her little pink cossie covered in wet sand, before being swapped out with a fat tube of lard waddling away with icecreem still held within it's chubby fingers, the look of that juicy soul was enough to send a small drop of drool out slowly between two curved teeth, flowing down the ridge below them and dropping off, disappearing into the sea of fire and sand at her feet. Forgotten like so many grains of sand about to be stained with blood...

Taking a step forward with the crunch of a deck chair echoing up at her, embers rising up in response, their barely seen flames swirling around her inhuman leg at the mercy of the chaotic wind before fleeing into the surrounding flame. The Hollow didn't even see the Shinigami coming. At least until his sword was wedged firmly in her gut.

The crash of underused Hierro shattering like glass filled her ears, bright sparks bouncing from the impact point and dancing in the air before disappearing into nothingness greeting her darting vision as she struggled to realise what just happened. Then the wave of energy hit her. With a full body shudder at the force applied to her unarmoured mid-section, Anastasiya felt her body lurch backwards in a whipping fashion, the loose sand beneath her giving way far too easily for her mass to be supported. Understanding the fact she'd topple if something wasn't done immediately, her mind attempted to crush the animal instincts rising up, forcing logic into her thought process and deciding upon the next action her body would take. Quickly lifting a hoof and slamming it into the ground behind her without hesitation, twisting it's almost black sole into the loose ground, the act managed to halt her movement and allowed a deep, rumbling growl to ooze out of her throat as she leaned forward into the strike.  

Lowering her rage-filled gaze to look at the creature below her, the Hollow witnessed the black robed form of a Death God, his soul 'purifying' blade lodged in her thick, rubbery hide, stare right back up at her with a look of anger matching her own. Perhaps he didn't like the fact he'd just had to dash through the remains of about twenty people in order to do that? Or maybe he just didn't like the fact his day at the beach was cut short? Either way, someone wasn't walking away from here alive...

Subconsciously turning her attention the blade lodged in her stomach as another bestial snarl escaped her jaws, the last few shreds of intelligence left felt about the two's Spiritual Power, comparing and sizing up each other's while deciding on who wins what. The results of this were mixed, to say the least. While his raw strength was more than her natural defence could handle, it was but a slight difference in power. Meaning even though his blade had managed to pierce the iron-like skin holding her entire being together, only a single drop of still blood escaped her cold veins. To put it into perspective, he'd managed to cut through about two inches of a total two feet of solid Hollow. Valiant attempt?

With this information stored somewhere beneath a rising urge to crush the closest living object into a fine dust, her anger boiled over and prompted her body to respond, and it did. Although the outcome probably wasn't expected by either party... Quickly reeling back her closet human arm in response to him, the towering behemoth brought a blue tinged bitch-slap directly across where she saw the Shinigami's face to be at the time, the strike itself, despite being from an absurdly small limb comparatively, carrying more than enough power to send him flying. Unless he dodged of course, but then again, he'd just slashed a giant Hollow who growled in response, surprise is a thing, right?

Whatever the outcome, the result would be the same: Anastaiya staring down the dread-lock Shinigami who'd dare interrupt her outing and, more importantly, her meal....

Ragged breaths slowly rose up from her armoured chest, tearing at her throat as rage swallowed her mind. Drool began to flow like rivers in-between her many sharp teeth, making her jaw gleam in the light almost as bright as the purple eyes hidden behind slitted visors. Surging forward with a glowing cape clinging to her back, the Hollowed pushed with hooves and claws digging into the sand, kicking up the countless grains as she kept her eyes locked on Hanbei. Kicking herself into a jump with a spring from her double jointed legs, a distended arm shot into the air, before falling towards the black robed form before her, attempting to carve him in twine! Or thrice, as the case may be....

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GB: 18.82 - So 19? I'ma go with 19.

Summery:

Anastasiya blocks with Defence of 30, plus Intermediate Hierro so little to no damage is taken. Right?

She then slaps Hanbei with her human hand with Strength 30, or he dodges your choice, before charging and swiping at him with an overhead swing with her combat right arm. Strength 40. 

A thousand tiny particle flew through the air, disrupted from their home on the beach while the soul reapers sandals sped him over millions more of those indistinguishable specks. His form cast a goliath shadow over the sand, which was in turn dwarfed by the shadow of the hollow. The sun glinted off his zanpakuto, creating a dancing light across the beach as his left arm convulsed intermittently.

He was lucky the huge bruise wasn’t on his hip or legs, it was his speed that kept him from being pummeled by his opponents incredibly thick appendages. He could only imagine what color the skin of his left pectoral and shoulder was turning currently. Although he had managed to bring his head underneath its lesser arms slap, its leaping assault had easily turned aside his blade to smash his upper left chest. A slap, really? He hadn’t expected the lumbering thing to retaliate that quickly, and its claws would certainly do a number on him if allowed to do so. Its eyes had glared into his, marking its clear target, and easily exemplifying its intent to kill.

But despite his injury, that wasn’t the focus of his worries. Not that it ever showed on his face, but his mind was racing with possibilities on how he was going to kill this thing. What he thought was the soft spot obviously wasn’t: Sabi Shokan couldn’t even sink its entire blade into its gut. He’d tried to remove her as quickly as possible, but the kopis was almost stuck in its abdomen. It wasn’t easily drawn back like from that of flesh. He had underestimated the hollow, and that had taken away the advantage of his initiative.

You do that often, and it will be the downfall of us all. Ironic since with your hauteur, most might overestimate your abilities. Do you think your division will think you brave as they heal your wounds?

His zanpakuto spirit was quick to scold him for his mistakes, but at least that meant she knew they were mistakes. She also let him figure out thing on his own instead of hand them to him like a mother does with cookies to her child. He kept to himself about being thankful that she wasn’t bringing up the hollows bust, she often liked to sexualize these kinds of things.

He continued trying to gain a lead from the hollow on the beach, waiting for a moment to turn and try and return the favor for his bruise. He was sure it would follow instead of launch a cero at him. His strategy rode upon that certainty, as did his life.

By now the beach was mostly cleared of people, at least people that could make it off the sand. There were still plenty of corpses or dying people who would never leave the beach: what a place to die.

Turning back after he was sure of his footing, he did a quick spin to his right, trying to maneuver to Anastasiya’s flank. Letting his arm go wide, he chopped twice, the first finding its edge on the middle rib, the following against the lower spine, he was hardly tall enough to reach higher up her posterior. Even though this left his own front defenceless, he had his prosthetic to grab at any further slapping, and his momentum would continue to carry him passed its inner reach.

Meta: Hanbei suffers a minor wound (attack 40 vs. defense 20, blocks- major reduced to minor), and attacks again at strength 35.

The stench of blood greeted her senses as the claw fall on the Shinigami, Anastasiya's eyes narrowing in delight as that thick, red elixir exploded from the torn clothing and flesh beneath it.

With her limb impacting against the ground, parting the shifting sands and making a nice little crater for her hand to rest in, the Hollow watched with despoiled pleasure as Hanbei quickly darted away, her attack reduced to nothing more than a scratch. A mere flesh wound in the wave of a guillotine... 

Slightly annoying.

With a growl of anger boiling up from her core, the Hollow leaned forward on her arms and roared at the Shinigami fleeing from her, mandibles splaying open with a tilt of the head as her black maw was exposed to his back. A challenge for him to either accept or decline. Without missing a beat, Anastasiya dug her fingers into the soft ground and pulled herself forward into a charge, arms and legs working together in tendon to propel the beast forward and onto the heels of her attacker. How something that big was able to catch up with someone able to use Flashstep is anyone's guess...

Rugged breaths and thundering strides echoed across the beach as unseen forces charged across it, leaving behind massive footsteps and palm prints, the former of which kicked up large plumes of sand in their wake. The sirens of emergency services arriving on scene poured in from the city, attempting to force out the echoes of battle, help those injured and weeping on the streets and contain whatever wrought such chaos. Police donned in SWAT armour charged up to the crushed railing overlooking the burning beach, their guns aimed and trained on the source of the noise below.

Too bad all they saw was the blue ocean waves peacefully lapping back and forth behind the rising smoke and fire, rivers of blood running into the water and turning the wake pink... 

Some would think it a mercy the fire would reduce the torn remains to nothing but ash, but even charred husks of the dead are of little comfort to the uncountable number of families destroy here today. Pity it was all in the name of hunger, the unnatural hunger of a monster.

Here's hoping the God of Death's angle will be able to stop it....

With the Shinigami stopping dead in his tracks, spinning mid-stride with a flare of sand and locking determined eyes with the demented, Anastasiya merely snarled in response as she dove forward. Jaws cracked open and all four arms spread wide, attempting to block his escape routes and capture this annoying little spirit.

Unfortunately for her, he seemed to have planned on her chasing after him. Joy...

Ducking under her arms without hesitation, he shot up and slashed up at her side, a shower of sparks flooding the space between them, jumping off skin and metal alike before disappearing onto the ground below. Following up with a second attack within the same moment, he gripped his blade's snake adorned hilt in both hands and swung down, the soul steel turning into a blur as he attempted to break her back with the brutal strike.

Sadly for him, it seemed fate had in turn planned for this. Funny how this goes back and forth like that.

With her claws already out to the side in a sort of spread eagle, it took very little effort for the Hollow to roll over. Flipping mid-air and landing on her back with an earth shaking thud, rolling in a surprising display of agility before planting her hooves beneath her, the Hollow pushed herself up into a crouch, stabbing her right claw into the ground at the same time and skidding to a halt, turning in the same motion. And who said giant's couldn't be acrobatic?

Locking a rage filled gaze on the Shinigami, the "wounds" inflicted upon her body looked like mere scratches when shown against her sheer bulk. His last assault against her side left one of the angular ribs with a naught but a small notch taken out of it, the attempted strike on her back missing it's mark and instead cutting into her side once more, leaving behind a bloodless slit. Really all he seemed to be doing was giving her the look of a 16 year old...

Wasting not another second with idle stares, Anastasiya barrelled towards Hanbei with a wave of sand being kicked up behind her, a feral roar of hunger echoing up out of her throat and blasting towards the robed warrior like a wave. Like her attack needed any more pre-empted warning... 

About half the way to the Shinigami, the Hollow suddenly dived forward, hitting the ground with the back of her right shoulder and rolling sharply. Two thick pillars of blue quickly rose up from the main ball, the metallic gleam of blades shining down from these pillars as the creature's claws swung down towards his body. One after the other, the two slammed into the ground and, hopefully, through the foolish spirit's body.

With the combined impact of the strikes kicking up something akin to a dust cloud, Anastasiya could do little more than slowly withdraw her already bloodied claws, her gaze locked intently on the ground in front of her. One of two things was going to come out of this; Either he managed to dodge, or she'd finally managed to carve him in two. Really she hoped he would somehow survive the second option, that way there'd still be a soul to consume afterward.

That thought suddenly brought her attention back to the situation around her, and the fact she'd been swindled out of every soul here. The very things she'd even bothered to come here after in the first place! And she could still go and get some, but what if he survived? She couldn't risk him getting the drop on her with that sword of his, or whatever else it could do...

That thought only served to fuel the fire of hate within her. This Shinigami, this annoying, little Shinigami who probably cared less about the souls here than if his uniform was properly cleaned, was literally the only thing stopping her from gorging herself on enough souls to last her a month! Why was she allowing this?! She could just start pounding the space he occupied until she made sure he was dead, until her claws were so red with blood they made Mars look pale in comparison!

But where would the fun be in that....

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Summery:

Anastasiya blocks attack 35 with Defence 30 and Intermediate Hierro, reducing damage to negligible. She slashes at him twice, both being overhead swings, with attack 40.

And just in case you're wondering what the fuck happened to the post; Yes, I did edit the end part of this.

Why? Because I believe pacing is better this way.

His attacks had been successive, yet the second chop of his kopis never made contact. Its agility was incredible, it’s flexibility astonishing. Despite going prone to dodge, it was already back on its feet against ready to come at him again. It charged and there was no way he could was going to get a lead again with her head start, this time he took a defensive stance. Her somersaulting was unexpected but he did not budge. When two arms came flying out from her roll his blade rose to meet them, parrying the blows, but both were powerful enough to not full be knocked off course. Actually blocking might have been a mistake, both claws were shirked downwards, luckily missing his head and arm, but tearing along his right flank. Blood flowed freely from the few slashes on his hip and thigh, staining his shihakusho within seconds.

Then the sand engulfed them, groupings of it easily rising above his head and blocking the view of his opponent. He seized the opportunity to disengage and put some distance between them. Slower than before, he worked through the pain, knowing he could heal it if given the chance, and running onwards.

This time he’d go all out, time to make this thing really work for every drop of blood he was losing.

“Kill with our heart, Sabi Shokan!” he called, releasing his shikai. His zanpakuto morphed, changing curvature and length while rusting as well. It felt heavier but that wouldn’t make him any slower, but the earthy poison of his power would slow his opponent. He just had to hit hard and deep enough for it to mess with its circulation.

He sent himself straight for the beast again, his swings going for its two lesser arms. Gathering a mass of hardened sand around his blade he slashed twice, one for each arm. The density added to the force of the swing, hopefully giving his swings enough velocity to strike through his opponent’s defense. Then as he fell, he managed to plant a foot on the Hollows thick flexed leg and launch himself again, this time trying to plunge his blade as deep as he could into his opponent’s right armpit. The unarmored spot where the greater and lesser arms met was his best shot for a soft spot.

He realized this left him vulnerable, but if his blade sunk deep enough, it would constrict the greater arms mobility and cause pain to move it. It was a risky gambit, but he liked to go big or go home. His zanpakuto took note of his reckless behavior, remembering that this is how he used to fight before losing his arm.

Fighting like you’re ready to die, it’s nice to see that ferocity again.

Meta: Hanbei blocks both attacks for a moderate wound (two minors make a moderate/ total 1 minor and 1 moderate wound). Releases shikai and attacks twice at strength 35 against defense 30.

Shikai effect: Wounds are filled with sandstone, other locations that made contact with blade are covered in sandstone.

The sand rushed from her claw, blasting up her arm and moving in a wave over her body, covering her and the area surrounding her before slowing into naught but a still cloud. Raking her red stained fingers through the disturbed ground whilst slowly lifting herself from the low crouch she'd found herself in, Anastasiya's narrowed eyes remained locked on the now obscured spot the Shinigami previously stood upon. The ringing in her ears from his failed attempt to parry her strikes rattled around in her head like so many senseless thoughts, taking up all of her attention yet not saying a single thing. However, a single question did managed to bubble it's way to the surface of her mind. 

Had she managed to get him? 

Obviously the blood on her hands was indicative of this fact, but nowadays blood held about as little relevance as the sand beneath her hooves, so she could hardly use that as a accurate unit of measurement. Perhaps she could try sensing him? Attempt to feel the area before her and isolate his soul? The thought prompted an inward chuckle, she'd have better luck trying to fit through a building without turning it into rubble... Scent maybe? No, that wouldn't work either; his scent was everywhere. On her hands, on the sand around them, Hell, it was practically flowing around her with all the running he seemed to be doing.

But then again, why was she even bothering? His life was of little consequence to her and with all the other souls around, the very things she'd come here in the first place for, she could be gorging herself already. But he was a Shinigami, "Death Gods" as they liked to call themselves according to the few Hollow she'd managed to get into a civil conversation with, and their souls did smell divine compared to the common variant. So why wasn't she just attempting to snap him up now?

A tinge of self hatred boiled up from the pit of her Hollow hole at the thought: Of course, her stupid sense of chivalry or whatever it liked to manifest itself as would get in the way of that particular plan... Letting out a small growl in frustration at her own mess of emotions and accursed morals, the towering beast resigned herself to merely waiting for the dust cloud to dissipate.

But it seemed before she could even begin to contemplate what she'd do while waiting, the Shinigami's voice rose high above the background noise and assault her senses, in more ways than one.

Turning sharply in an attempt to get a lock on the spirit charging out of the shifting sands towards her, the Hollow could barely figure out he'd swung his sword before a jet of blood painted the ground. Roaring in pain and taking a step back in retreat, Anastasiya only managed to raise her human arms in a sort of boxing guard, utterly useless as Hanbei's rusted blade tore through her flesh. His time the blood shot up and splattered against her own bone armour, giving her an out of place strip across her mostly white and blue form. Gritting her teeth along with grinding her mandibles back and forth across one other, a low snarl slithered out from in-between her locked jaws as she took two more shallow strides back away from the Shinigami.

However, this only proved to give him a perfect angle of attack, not that he needed another one, to strike at the connection point of both her arms. He does love his combos...

Watching with scorn filled eyes as he used her own body against her, Anastasiya could practically taste the shimmering steel as it cut through the air towards her body. Thick sparks of metal on metal danced across her bodies as soon as blade met skin, the latter of the two putting up a valiant defence before shattering like glass, allowing the former to cut into the muscle. Severing ligament, arteries but not bone fortunately, before exiting at the shoulder, where the blade continued it's crusade upward directly into the Hollow's thicker arm, where it's journey ended with a clang. True enough the slash had been powerful enough to cut through her Hierro guarded flesh, but it had taken it's toil on said power, allowing the second layer of arm to stop it like it was nothing. Funny how that works!

Taking the opportunity with a grin, Anastasyia quickly reached over with her claw and clamped it's three sharp fingers around Hanbei, which looked like a doll in her hand. Wrenching him from her body, the act causing his blade to drag across her arm and send another flurry of sparks into the air, she wasted no time in needless talk and brutally slammed his form into the ground beneath her. Lifting his body high into the air, about shoulder height for her, she quickly brought him back down to earth and smashed his body into the sand. Like a child attempting to break an old toy, she repeated this action a total of four times, until she managed to leave a small crater in the sand. Each time she'd open her claw just before it hit the ground, ensure not a single ounce of force was being absorbed by her.

It was at this point, just as she was about to lift him again, that she noticed her other set of arms began to feel heavy and stiff. Giving the Shinigami a brief rest from the relentless beating, Anastasiya brought her gaze down to her lower arms, lifting them in turn and inspecting the slashes she'd received not a minute prior. Much to her surprise, it seemed the beach itself had decided to take a stand against her presence. Thick blocks of sandstone coated the area around her wounds, closing the wounds thankfully but instead stopping her from attempting to move her wrist or even form a fist. In addition to this, a small feeling of something creeping across her side brought her gaze down a touch further to her newest wound. More sandstone greeted her as it seemed to grow from the slash mark, covering her shoulder and upper arm whilst beginning to edge across onto her armoured side.

Confusion turned to anger in a second as she snapped her eyes to the Shinigami, feeling his body begin to stir in her somewhat loosened grip. Flicking her eyes down to the brown blade he clutched ever so tightly, she noticed the same sandstone threatening to entomb her covering the dull portion of his weapon. Confirming him as the cause of this turn of events, Anastasiya merely growled a throaty growl at him before spinning sharply on her heel.

Whipping her arm and flicking her wrist after planting a hoof and halting her spin in an instant, she sent the man's body hurdling through the air towards the ocean waves. His body skipping across the water's surface like so many stones thrown by school boys visiting the local lake, pity he wouldn't just be forgotten like those stones...

Turning her attention to the sandstone currently consuming more and more of her lower arm, she quickly reached over and wrapped both her claw and other hand around the hardened sand before sharply pulling back. Much to her surprise, it proved stronger than expected and required a touch more power than the normal stuff in order to break off, and even then she'd only managed to take off the outer layer. Frustration poured into her mind, anger bubbling up and the instinctual nature to tear off her own arm and the problem with it beginning to take hold. But she managed to suppress those feelings and instead focus on the task at hand. Even though one of those said hands was currently covered in sandstone...

Snapping up her head and locking her eyes on the Shinigami ahead of her, a mere black splodge amidst a canvas of blue from her perspective, the Hollow's mandibles tapped loudly against her mask's face plate before she quickly reared back. Dropping to all fours in the same motion, Anastasiya slowly raked her claws through the sand like a cat stretching before she sharply surged forward, pushing herself up into a pose more fitting of a lion than a creature such as herself as she bellowed a roar out towards Hanbei. Marking her renewed attack.

Pushing off with her back leg as soon as her hallowing screech had run it's course, Anastsiya barrelled towards the waterfront with tooth and nail at the ready to tear into the supposed, "Death God" awaiting her. 

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Summery:

Anastaiya blocks Shir-something or other with Hierro and defence 30, reducing damage to normal or, "I JUST GOT STABBED" levels.

She then proceeds to slam him into the ground 4 times with strength 40 before throwing him into the ocean.

Despite his attack doing the most damage yet, his gamble had paid out even. The lesser arms had been a good target, Sabi had easily torn into them, but it had been a mistake to trust the momentum from his last swing. He was dazed by the plethora of sparks that danced across his face and field of vision from the resulting clash: there was no way he could’ve gotten away from the claws that soon grasped and held him tight. And with that saccharine moment of victory gone, he crashed repeatedly into the sand, his breath shot from his lungs and pain pumped into his spine and core. His head smacked into the ground a couple times too, stunning him momentarily.

SLAM. Ho- SLAM. -ly. SLAM. Fuck. SLAM.

It felt like she was going for a 5th time, but there was a pause before he was lifted, he tried squirming in her grasp, but it only constricted more before he was thrown into the ocean. He… Bounced? a few times before crashing below the surface and slowly sinking. Before disappearing from sight, he managed to see the effect of his shikai, much more potent than he had expected of a creature that size. There wasn’t just a light coating filling the wounds he had inflicted, there were ‘sheets’ encompassing the gashes. This was well beyond his regular his regular capacity to manifest his shikai.

Is this you?

Is it? was the only answer offered.

Sinking below the surface of the waves, he gazed up, the sun causing dancing lights to flicker in the water, his stupefied brain turning it into a drug-like trance. His grip never once loosened around his zanpakuto. Slowly, his disorientation dissipated, and swam up, each stroke a reminder that his entire body was sore. Blood continued to weep from his open wound, staining the water around him, and the bruises were still developing and swelling. Although his back was assaulting him with him, he knew the gash on his flank required immediate attention, and the distance he’d been provided with would give him a moment to do it.

Lifting out of the water, Hanbei drew in heavy breaths while water poured from his drenched uniform.

Great, my fucking dreads are going to reek.

Looking over to where he had been launched from, he saw the Hollow in its full stature, tearing at the solidified sand that was covering its wounds. Sabi Shokan’s power might not have been the most blatantly powerful, but it was far from useless. Despite his preference for fights being quick and bloody, he was better off outlasting his opponent.

He quickly set about mitigating his wounds, the bleeding took priority over the grave contusions, although these would need the most attention over the blood loss afterwards. He took one more deep breath before setting his hand directly upon the cut, it stung but he need to activate the coagulation with platelets. After a few seconds some very rough scabbing covered the majority of the gash. He removed his bloody hand once satisfied with the temporary fix, well actually, his opponent had regained its composure and was charging: either way he needed his blade in hand again.

His first step covered a dozen yards, the next bringing him nearer to the similarly barreling Hollow, its bloodlust exemplified through its roar. It was like a lethal game of chicken, neither party likely to sway. Once their gap had been closed, he feigned going to take a knee, then launched himself into the air, the angle cutting it close enough that he could’ve spat between the Hollows armored cleavage if he was so inclined. Actually, he was: while soaring through the air he horked whatever he could muster, which unfortunately was more blood than not, at the zooming hulks crown eye. He uttered a curse along with the denigration:

“And may you drown in this ocean that you’ve stained with innocent blood.”

His momentum carried over its head and beyond its exposed back. His arm holding Sabi Shokan flung forth, carving multiple shallow slits along its spine. The non-stop pumping was calculated; the goal wasn’t to penetrate deeply, just inflict enough scratches that its vertebrae might have impaired flexibility, limiting its movements. More sparks flew when his zanpakuto combatted the Hollows natural defences, but he was moving so fast that his orientation was hardly affect.

His first step while touching the surface of the water was sloppy, his foot fell through with a splash, but his other foot held firm. While stabilizing he turned back to the posterior predator, his positioning now superior. He was on the shallow shore, while the Hollow had rushed to the deeper water, it would be slowed when returning. Hopefully his attacks would limit its incredible ability to jump.

“Hey beautiful, shoulda brought your water wings if you wanted to play in the ocean!”

Meta: Hanbei takes a severe wound, then heals a moderate wound (total 1 minor/1 severe), then attacks twice at strength 35.

The sharp clapping of boots against concrete signalled armed forces moving down the stone steps and onto the body filled beach, their eyes and barrels locked on the explosions beneath the oceans waves going off at random some hundred or so feet away from them. Splintering off into groups of three,  the SWAT soldiers began systematically checking and moving onto the next body. Any sign of life; a breath, a pulse or even a twitch was cause enough for one of them to call down a stretcher, carried by fellow SWAT.They suppressed whatever feelings of fear, anger or confusion they held and reduced themselves to nothing but stout followers of professionalism, although with each body messing half it's recommended amount of flesh and severed limb they came across, the task became increasingly difficult.

The thundering of something, the theory at this point being impact explosives buried beneath the sand, echoing across the beach did little to comfort them. And the occasional blood curdling roar piercing their ears, sending chills down their spines and sweat to fog up their protective goggles, was the final nail in the coffin for those still coming to grips with the whole thing....

With a tower of pink wake enveloping her claw as Anastasiya finally hit the water, the sharp clap of her palm impacting the surface louder than even that of a gunshot, the wet sand beneath the waves didn't even bother holding up against her weight and instead welcomed her into it's embrace, molding around her and creating perfectly formed hand and foot prints, only to be washed away by the ocean seconds later... Charging into the oncoming waves with the force of a battle ship faced with a dingy, the torrent of water collided against her upper body like a bowling pin against it's many pins, the wave acting like those very pins and exploding away from her with an almighty crash of anger from the ocean.

All of it ignored by the charging Hollow as she watched the Shinigami step off towards her, sword clenched in his hand and eyes locked on her own.

The sight of his sand covered sword brought attention to the annoying 'entombment' of her upper arm, the rough sandstone doing nothing to harm her Hierro coated skin, but succeeding in the act of enraging her at her own inability to tear it off.

Crashing through another wave, bigger this time, and drenching her pearl white hair in it's salty scented embrace, Anastasiya felt the water begin to come up to her elbow. Which while ultimately nothing against her supernatural endurance, was still enough for her to feel the strain of keeping up her speed, the ocean itself attempting to stand in defiance against her entering it further. However, the will of the deep blue sea was nothing compared to the hunger of a Hollow, and this particular one wanted to make that very clear. 

With a throaty growl and sharp breath, she released a feral roar against the ocean's own and powered her body with all she hand, pushing herself harder and faster against the mounting restrictions the water around her gave. Each time she threw forward her arm and dug her claws into the unseen sand below, her shoulder armour rattled in annoyance, their peace disturbed as the sandstone coating a portion of her pectoral cried in vain against the constant shifting of pressures being inflected upon it. The outer layer cracked and began to fragment, crumpling off and falling into the raging waters now a mere few metres away from her chest. But still the consuming sand tried to fight against the Hollow they'd attached themselves to, attempting to replace what was being lost and cover more of her body and impair her movement further, in a few instances going as far as to actually draw a spark or two from her Hierro guarded flesh. Who would have thought sandstone could be so troublesome?

Removing herself from the ground with a small jump, Anastasiya quickly brought her limbs out from their running positions and as soon as she hit the ground a mere moment later, launched herself at the Shinigami as he prepared to do much the same to her. Unfortunately for the towering Hollow, Henbei didn't quite have the trouble of water resistance she was facing and was thusly able to leap high into the air, far above her failed attempt and instead forcing her to crane her head up just to look at him as his black, and now tinged red, form flew through the air with ease. But before she could even attempt to re-position herself, something caught her attention. At first it appeared as nothing more than a red glob streaking down towards her, but then all thought left her as the object smacked her directly in the third eye, causing a howl of both pain and anger to dance across the waves as the Hollow's arms shot towards her head, attempting to reduce the burning pain currently attacking her most sensitive spots.

The sensation of his sword cracking open her exposed vertebrae and shattering sections of her spine wasn't even acknowledge by her mind, the sandstone erupting from the bloodless wounds and instantly nulling the pain and turning her back rigid with it's tight embrace. Impacting against the water like a bomb-shell, in a more literal sense than what the beach was used to, Anastasiya's turquoise body quickly disappeared beneath the waves, the ocean having grown deep enough to fully envelope her massive body at this point. Her open wounds burned almost as intensely as her unprotected eye as the salt water rushed into every nook and cranny she had; in-between armour plates, spinal columns and even into her Mask through the narrow slits she used for eye-holes. The stagnant blood coating the inner edges of her shallow cuts and slashes was drawn out by the swirling current, seeping out like small clouds of red smoke.

With the strong current beginning to drag her down, the surface of the ocean moving further and further away, Anstasiya finally managed to regain her composure after what had started as a mere insult managed to stop her in her tracks. Removing the pair of palms from her face, the Hollow quickly attempted to survey her surroundings. Finding out rather quickly she'd almost made it to the sea bed despite only being in the water for about thirty seconds, now if that isn't the ocean blatantly calling her fat....

Shaking her head sharply from left to right to clear out the last few shreds of disorientation, She reached out slowly with a single arm and managed to dig her claws into the bed below, pulling herself to it without much trouble. Stabbing her second claw into the sand and cementing her position as a walker of the ocean, Anastasiya slowly looked back over her shoulder and watched the blurry, black smudge above the surface of the water stand there like a sentinel, awaiting her return so he might smite her once again. The thought caused a small chuckle to escape her mouth, the parting of her jaws releasing a bubble of trapped air and allowing it to ascend to the surface, leaving her behind at the bottom to contemplate her next move. 

Surprise would be on her side this time, what with her blue and white body blending in rather well with the blue water and white wake, so it wouldn't a case of how and more of what? 

Really she could do anything; be it swimming up and wrapping a claw around his leg, to which she'd drag him down into the depths and tear him apart, or perhaps she'd start moving back towards the beach? Attempt to back get on dry land where she could properly swing those claws of hers. Choices, choices, choices.... 

But then a thought occurred to her: What about her power? 

The idea had a sort of morbid irony to it, he had attacked her eye and in response she'd attack him back with it, alls fair in love and war after all. However, planning was never her strong suit, in fact, she was so bad at planning it literally enraged her, so aside from, ''use the eye'' she couldn't really come up with a rigid idea as to how she was going to go about this. But then again, this whole thing had spawned from a split-second decision on her part, so what not continue the trend.

Rotating her body so she was facing towards the Shinigami still present above the water, probably congratulating himself on vanquishing her or something equally annoying, Anastasiya slowly lowered her body towards the ground and prepared to launch herself like a cruise missile. Balling her many fists, the act capturing wet sand in her grip and causing a twinge of pain to shoot up from her wrist, the Hollow slowly closed her eyes and began to channel her Reias-

Wait, she closed her fist? She felt pain from her wrist?!

Snapping open her eyes and shooting her gaze down to her hands with a flurry of hair behind her, the Hollow's purple orbs widened up surprise at what she saw. With the last few shreds of sandstone slowly seeping off her skin, it's wet mass pulled away by the strong current circulating around her, her wounds and stainless skin was finally revealed once again after being entombed by the Shinigami's power. Salt water sting stabbed at her open cuts, bringing her waves of discomfort as she twisted her hand to inspect it's front and palm while also rolling her fingers, freed from the constricting sand keeping them locked but a few moments ago. Realisation flowed in her mind like the thick sheets of rock being shed from her body as she turned her gaze to the part that'd been annoying her non-stop since she'd obtained it, the same scene presenting itself before her as the sand was removed from her lower pectoral and allowed the deep slash, threatening to go all the way through, to be shown on the front of her lower right arm. 

So, sandstone doesn't hold up under water? Good to know.

Dropping to a low crouch in a single sharp movement, the Hollow tightened her grip on the sea bed, ground her hoofs into the sand and snapped her head up to look at her target. With an unseen grin spread across her lips, Anastasiya suddenly threw her upper body down and whipped it back up in the same second, pushing upward with her legs at the same time and launching her body towards the surface with the use of the infamous booming technique propelling her faster than any creature her size had any right to.

The friction of the water hardly existed, her body turning into more of a sound wave than any form of matter and as such moved just as quickly. Covering the distance between Hollow and Shinigami faster than the mortal eye could dear hope to perceive and instead simply appearing before Hanbei with an eruption of water blasting high into the air moments before she even came into the visible spectrum. Water droplets hovering around her like they were suspended in mid-air like puppets on strings, their clear bodies acting like a million TV screens as they all showed the same purple hued image.

With her third-eye already covered in thin red vines, the familiar orb of compressed energy hummed angrily an inch away from her forehead crest, it's barely contained rage threatening to boil over and explode in a wave of fight and smoke. Too bad for Hanbei that's exactly what the Hollow had planned...

Hundreds of bolts of the almost black energy suddenly flew out from the orb, appearing as small, rounded tubes streaking through the air and disappearing behind the Shinigami's body before the hiss of air being pushed aside even hit his ears. Tearing into his robes, flesh and anything else that happened to stand before them, their unstable bodies barely managed to get more so than an inch through whatever they happened to be cutting into before they erupted in a cloud of compressed energy and fire. Enveloping his body in a thick cloud of smoke, not even that was left untouched as more bolts of erratic energy ploughed through, leaving behind perfect holes straight through the cloud before getting re-filled by the constant explosions happened all around, the mere air itself to set off the incredibly sensitive beams. 

Bringing her legs up behind her sharply and creating a pad of hardened Reiastu for her to push again, the Hollow once again used her Sonido and shot forward faster than her bolts of energy could ever go, throwing forward her claw and wrapping it around the Shinigami's torso, the impact of hardened palm against weak flesh blowing away the remaining smoke cloud. Carrying them across the short stretch of ocean they'd covered in a second, carving a path straight through the line of smoke created by the bolts that missed their target, Anastasiya's form finally reappeared over the blood stained beach head with Hanbei still clasped tightly within her claw. Releasing a feral roar to any who could hear her, she reeling back and prepared to deliver the mother of all touch downs. 

Falling to the ground as her momentum warred off almost instantly after existing the sound-like state Sonido offered, the Hollow landed with a colossal thud against the sand and dropped to her bone-covered knees as she drove her fist into the ground with as much force as she could muster, the Shinigami acting as a shock-absorber and taking the vast amount of pressure directly to the back. Sending a geyser of wet sand directly into the air away from the impact point, the many soldiers still present on the beach could only hope to understand what was going on, as more and more of the area became nothing but craters and the sky above them spontaneously exploded. And to top it all off thick waves of something reminding them of ecstasy hit them time and time again as the explosions began to subside, only a few of them having detonated against the buildings behind them and shattering the windows, leaving the ground below them a mind-field for anyone not wearing adequate foot protection...        

Releasing deep huffs of cool air as Anastasiya held her pose, muscle and throat burning with the strain of usage, her fist still buried halfway under a tomb of sand and eyes downcast towards the ground, she slowly began to regain her composure. With one last sharp intake of air to cool her already cold body, she gradually lifted her gaze and looked over at the Shinigami still held in her hand, his head the only thing left unburied as he laid still and silent. It appeared as though her final attack had rendered himself unconscious, or dead. And while the former option would have been preferred for obvious reasons, she would not be opposed to his suffering having ended in battle.

With muffled click of locked joints snapping open, Anastasiya slowly uncurled her fingers from around the Shinigami's body and pulled her claw from the mound, dragging it back to her body and leaving behind a wide trail as the side of her palm couldn't be bothered to lift itself above the disturbed sand. Balling her blood soaked fist and pushing it into the ground, her knuckle mounted spikes easily leaving perfect impressions of themselves behind as they did so, the Hollow slowly brought her hooves back under her mass and lifted herself back up onto two feet. Standing tall and proud as the victor of this little skirmish despite the numinous slashes and gashes visible on the unarmoured parts of her body, and even then some of her armour was chipped as the corners...

Panning her tired gaze across the smouldering beach as more and more personnel moved the dead and barely breathing away from the carnage, she wondered just how many of the souls she watched scurry about realised they were already dead, they bodies torn open wide enough for their spirit's to escape into the afterlife. They'd probably too far away at this point to get them anyway, so it appeared as though it was up to them to figure it out. Oh well, more free meals for the other Hollows. 

Taking a step forward and sinking slightly further into the ground as a result, a small noise stopped her mid-stride and caused her to cast her gaze once more towards the body of the Shinigami. Cooking an eye-brow in confusion as his body still laid still and undisturbed, she briefly wondered if she'd managed to go insane during that battle. Shrugging it off and turning back around, finishing that stride with a loud thud of her massive weight impacting against the ground. But then that same sound rung out towards her, sounding far louder than the shouting and innumerable clanging of boots going on ahead of her. And by God, or whatever stood in it's place, did it annoy her.

Whirling around and locking a glowing gaze on the still unconscious body buried neck deep in sand, she began to wonder if she really had gone insane... Keeping her lingering stare on his body for but a moment longer, that moment seemingly turning into an eternity in the process, she gaze him one last sceptical glance before slowly turning back around, determined to ignore it if she heard that noise ag-

Practically flipping around with a swish of her hair whipping through the air in turn with her spin, the Hollow threw her body to the ground and dove towards the Shinigami, a roar of anger and frustration bellowing out of her throat as she stared deep into his closed eyes.

Baring pearly whites beneath her mask at him, the bone structure only able to part it's jaws slightly in reflection of this, Anastaiya found herself mere inches away from Hanbei's face as her eyes darted in their sockets, intent on finding out exactly what was causing that noise. After a few seconds of aimless searching, a small bubble of wisdom floated to the top of her mind and informed her she still hadn't managed to gain the ability to see air currents since the last time she stared blankly at the wind. Prowling forward quickly on all fours so she could lower one of her human hands to his mouth, she quickly left about for any signs of life from him. Within moments she felt a cool, rhythmatic breeze of air flowing to and fro his nose. Confirming the fact he was still alive after her battle stopping attack.

Scuttling back on her distended limbs like some oversized crustacean, Hanbei's body, or rather his head, quickly came back into view. And with it, a plethora of conflicting emotions... 

The simplest thing to do right now would to just eat him, take her prize for winning and move on. But she knew she couldn't do that. Killing a man, no, a Warrior while unable to defend himself would just be cowardly, and the whiplash from her twisted sense of morality would more than likely force her to starve herself. Could she leave him? Hardly, the mere smell of him was intoxicating at this distance, Hell, the smell had been intoxicating throughout the entire fight, and just leaving him here was begging for another Hollow to come along and snap him up. Something she'd be responsible for whether or not she wanted it to be...

So what could she do? She certainly couldn't leave him here, the other Shinigami wouldn't arrive nearly as quickly as he needed before some random Hollow sensed him and came running. Eating him was also out of the question, her sheer will power saw to that... But then what could she do? It wasn't like she could just stow him away somewhere until he awok-

A grin slowly spread across her pale lips as an idea entered her head.

Reaching forward and gently wrapping her claws around his battered body, she slowly brought him up to her stomach and cradled him against her armoured body with the use of her human arms. Rising from the prone position she'd thrown herself to in rage, Anastasiya carefully made her way back up onto her hooves, making sure not to drop the Shinigami's body in doing so. Planting her feet underneath her and turning away from the crater she'd confined him to for the past few minutes, the Hollow with a care breathed in a deep lung full of air as she prepared to put the on-the-spot plan of her's into action.

Surging forward and stabbing her two claws at the nothing standing before her, a loud crash of glass shattering filled the air as she punctured the barriers between realms. With a growl of effort, she sharply pulled apart and tore open a black void in the otherwise clear air. With dark mist rolling out of the portal and flowing around the pillars of the Hollow's legs like tendrils about to ensnare their prey, the looming presence leaking through was enough to send chills down her spine. Wordless whispers echoing out and filling her mind with their dark songs. 

Hueco Mundo beckoned... 

That dark plane of existence where only the strongest of spiritual forces could be felt, an endless desert where Menos, Adjuchas and abyss knows what else lurked over every dune. A world so full of death and rage that only those with the ability to render mountains ashes could be paid the notion of thought. A perfect hiding place for a half dead Shinigami.

Stepping through the portal, her body enveloped by the black void like she was stepping through a wall of liquid, Anastasiya quickly felt the warmth of the sun beating down on her back disappear as the darkness of her home land surrounded her. But then something odd happened.

Nearly toppling over whilst roaring in unexpected pain as something struck her upper shoulder-blade, the Hollow staggered forward whilst kicking up small plumes of dust as she struggled to figure out what just happened. Planting a hoof underneath her body and halting her movement instantly, she threw the Shinigami's body to the ground and whirled around in the same second, her glowing purple gaze locking on the lone figure standing back on the beach. The smoking barrel of their spirit weapon pointed straight at her as realization hit her like a train.

Gritting her teeth and grinding her multiple mandible protrusions against the sides of her mask, Anastaiya once again felt rage take over as she bellowed a roar towards her attacker. Charging forward and exiting back through the portal, she effortlessly dropped to all fours as soon as she hit the warm sand and resumed her charge, picking up speed as she powered forward on all appendages.

Leaving the Shinigami behind in a world of creatures devoid of the only thing that kept him alive in her presence.

To bad for him.

GB: 77 (That alone is enough for an upgrade.)

Summery:

Anastaiya blocks attacks with Intermediate Hierro and 40 defence, reducing damage to minor or whatever we decided it would be.

She then counters with Sonido to close the distance and Hollow Power, which is at Intermediate ranking and just basically Bolter rounds from Warhammer 40K, look em' up. She then proceeds to palm strike him and slam him into the ground with 40 strength which ends the battle.

Somewhere a few miles from the beach, a young blonde girl was minding her own sweet peaceful day. Well that peaceful day was not going to last long. She was eating a snack, a chocolate bar, until something caught her off guard in a spiritual sense. Why was it whenever she was having a nice sunny day, it was ruined by a crushing wave of reiatsu? Putting her complaining thoughts behind, the Quincy took off towards the beach. Something big was going on, and surely whatever pressure was giving this off was totally a hollow. It would take he about thirty minutes to reach the sandy beach. Her stops were mostly to catch some breath and drink water. It had been ages since she lasted stepped into the beach, what wonders it felt to get the sea air through her lungs and see sand across the edges. She pin pointed where the battle was duking it out; a reaper and a shinigami, what brutal combat that was going on.

At first the Quincy watched in the far distance, watching the scatter chaos of people dotting away from the hollow attack. Some couple shoving past her as she came up to the paking lot to get a better view of the massive plated hulk hollow and the cool dreadlock shinigami. Little did they know another Quincy was here watching on the sidelines. Would they notice? Or just continue to fight eachother like vikings. So many innocent bodies lined before the hollow, it disgusted her.

Hollows eating people who could not even see their attacker didn't seem like a fair game. These people were being roasted alive. Sick. The young Quincy froze in place, some people were trying to warn her to get out from the parking lot but she still refused to budge.

Anger.

She clenched her fist just how areless this huge hollow was. She needed to find an opening to attack. Waiting there felt like hours were going on by, watching to see if the reaper could handle this beast on his own. They kept exchanging blows, more to the dreadlock shinigami and he was losing quite badly. Now they were about in the waters? She couldn't tell with the sirens and now the SWAT were here.

No time left.

The Quincy ran down the beach before the members of the SWAT could tell she was here. Summoning up her gunblade and started firing just as the hollow walked through the rift. Managing to cause damage on it's shoulder, good. Steam flittered from her revolver's barrel, a serious expression as she kept the weapon aloft. The beast was now charging after her, standing around wasn't going to be a good idea. She pulled on the trigger to fire another bullet - hopefully into the hollow's mask before quickly making a move for it to the right.

She had to dodge this hollow or suffer serious trampling. "Come on beast! Fight me!" she shouted out, being a bit gung-ho about this.

//words 500

//gp 10