Over the Plank Matey! [Closed/Tilly]

The ocean of hollows would just keep coming and coming. Freyleif had to keep pushing back at these obsession crazed beasts or risk getting overwhelmed, she kept her spiritual senses on the max making sure no one sneaked up on her. The orange-hatted arrancar disappeared from her sights from the skulls of many hollows rushing forward towards the inner white streets of the Seireitei. She was still far from the place as the horde kept pushing her back or slowing her down to defend herself.


She heard a sort of shanty, a song, being played the closer she got to the arrancar. She was just as vicious cutting down the hollows and a lot stronger than Freyleif in terms of her not having any powers. She had to be careful bumping into the arrancar as she was not ready to take beings stronger than her. Freyleif wished she could sing her own song among the slaughter but her focus was disrupted from beasts managing to sneak in and grab a bit of her leg or arm. She screamed and swung her halberd down upon the creature that dared tried to chomp her, cutting off its head with a vicious boost of her Hirenkyaku flurry. Gripping the pole tightly the Quincy spun around and around until her momentum sped up leaving blue trails of energy wisping through the air as if a whirlwind suddenly formed. Limbs and heads flew about as she spun her body about to cut down the beasts and lessen the numbers from overwhelming her. Panting heavily, she came to a stop and fell on her rear in exhaustion. She was safe, for now.


Then she saw her. The pirate like arrancar leaping over the muscle bound hollows and coming straight for her. The young Quincy pushed herself up, weapon then reforming into her real weapon; a gunblade, then met the anchor head on. She let out a yelp as metal slammed into each other and throwing her off in a stumble. She rolled back then quickly jumped to her feat exhausted and stared the arrancar down.


“What do you want!?” she shouted, it was a rhetorical question but she demanded to know. Deep down she was really scared, she had hollows coming all over and now her greatest test stands before her. Could she fight something beyond her league? She had no clue but she wouldn’t let her ancestors down if this was supposed to be a fated battle.

Her hands started perspiring along the grip of her curved hilt. Some of the droplets getting into her eyes as she tried to focus. "I'm not going to be able to keep up like this." she muttered in her native language quietly. She observed the woman before her to assess how she fought. The arrancar wielded some anchor like weapon with ease and seemed focused on tearing the little Quincy's head off.

Carefully she took a few steps back as her runic tattoos started to glow along her exposed arms and legs. Her lips started up a long incantation carefully in German, "Fühle den zorn des Kampfes und empfange dies heilige Gefäß." then she waited for the woman to get closer and flexed out her left hand towards Tilly.