Was This a Bad Idea [Closed/Failure]

A thundering rumble shook the ground, a hollow snap pursuing the tremor. Dust clouds bellowed in the distance as a building shuddering and then toppled in on itself. Glass shattered, wood snapped, concrete crumbled. All of it caved in on itself, burying a small, human-like form in the process. In the distance, perched atop a somewhat nearby building, another figured stood. Body hunched over as it peered over the edge of the building and seemingly scanned through the debris.

The fight, it seemed, was over. The figured straightened itself out and took a step towards the edge of the building, ready to descend towards the collapsed building. Just as the person reached over the edge with one foot, something within the rubble shifted. The figured backed up and raised its arms in antici--

Raw, untamed energy blasted through the remains and swiftly engulfed the figured. Rocks and bits of construction spewed out in all directions, bombarding the neighboring houses, and then the source of the beam stepped out from their grave. Illuminated by the glow of the beam, the features of the person -- decidedly a woman -- could be seen. Long, sickly black hair flared out around her from the force of the blast. Her tattered dress ripped a bit at the edges when it caught on a broken bit of wood and she took a step forward. She didn't seem to notice. Instead, she bent her knees and dismissed the blast of energy coolly.

Static echoed across the walls of the few buildings that were still standing, and then the disappeared.

The figure above stumbled, curling in on itself before starting to slip from the edge of the building. Had the woman not have appeared right behind it and then grabbed its collar, the person surely would have fallen to their death -- if they weren't entirely dead already. She jerked the person -- a man, it seemed -- back onto the roof and shifted her grasp. Instead of holding him from behind, she held him from the front of her collar, a firm hand keeping him upright, though his head lolled backwards in defeat.

The woman stood there for a second -- perhaps saying something to the defeated person -- and then rammed her fist into his gut. The man let out a pained shriek and bent his knees upwards. Had it not been for her holding him up, he would have crumpled in on himself yet again. The woman shook him by the collar and then shouted.

"Fight! You're not dead yet!" Her voice cried, pain wrecking havoc on her tone. It seemed that, despite the show, she wasn't exactly at full health herself. Getting tossed into a building would do that.

There was another moment of inaction. The man shuddered and moved a bit, hands reaching out to grab at her neck. Instead, she just tossed him aside, his body hitting the roof of the building hard enough for it to be heard even from the ground. The woman sneered and then opened her hand down towards where he had fallen. Slowly, a ball of black, disgusting energy started to form. The oily substance grew larger and larger, charging up.

If no one did anything, she would evaporate the helpless victim.

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A loud roar shook the area as he approached where he'd felt the blast of power. There was a loud boom as a building collapsed in on itself, he could see the smoke billowing from where he was. A number of people were fleeing the scene, other people were gathering taking pictures or videos with their smartphones. Suddenly a cero fired into the air, and debris flew smashing into neighboring homes. Raph gasped and took off running in the direction of where the blast had come from. This wasn't good. His goal was preventing death and here it was staring him in the face!!

He heard a cry of pain, and then shouting. Someone demanding a further fight, though it sounded almost like the voice was distressed. There was haste, there was anger and there was a bit of pain all mixed into the tone of a woman. There was a loud thump as something fairly heavy was thrown down onto a roof above him. And then he felt the energy again, growing almost right above him...

He had to stop this, if he didn't then there would be nothing left of the person they'd been fighting. Shinigami? Human? Quincy? What the fuck did it matter, there was no use for the senseless killing about to transpire.

He held out his hand. The roof contorted suddenly coccooning itself around her victim. Meanwhile the wall of the building suddenly turned into a large hand, lashing out suddenly to catch the energy and mitigate the blast before she could do any further harm. He' would no longer allow senseless deaths, mindless killing.

"I think that's more than enough, don't you?" he suddenly shouted into the air. "You've done your fair share of battle for one day and have caused enough carnage. He might not be dead, but he's more than damaged." He looked up at her from his hat. "If you really want to fight someone then you might as well fight me."

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The pent up energy collided with the monstrous hand, blasting it to bits after only a split second of resistance. Bit of rubble and dust exploded out and clashed against the fizzled out energy, further buffeting it before it could find purchase against the hastily made cocoon. Like tar, the energy pressed into the concrete and then spilled out in every direction. When the dust settled and the remains of her attack had evaporated, the cocoon held strong, though large, ominous cracks spider-webbed from the center of it. A few bits of the corner groaned and then toppled to the ground.

The woman gave an apathetic stare to concrete, sighed, and then relaxed her features. Slowly, she swung herself over to the edge of the roof once more and scanned the ground below. Her eyes soon landed on the man who was shouting up at her -- the wind pushing against her sort of muffled his not-so-heroic speech, but she got the gist of it, she assumed. Unimpressed, she scratched at her chin and gave a thoughtful pause. With a shrug and yet another sigh, her apathy shifted into new excitement, as if she was hitting her second wind.

Static cackled in front of the human, unbearably loud and sharp enough to send chills down the spine of even the bravest of men. A fraction of a second later, she stood in front of him, teeth bared in a large, hungry smile. Finally, he got a good look at the mysterious antagonist who had caused such a stir.

Perhaps, he had been expecting someone more... intimidating. He stood more than an entire foot taller than her, making him seem almost like a giant in the face of someone so painfully unimposing. And her features, while certainly feminine, certainly did not make her seem like the strongest person on this side of Karakura. In fact, she looked rather frail and lithe. Had it not been for her less than modest features, she would appear sickly and enfeebled.

But the features that were not so obvious defied any first impression he might have gotten. A cruel, merciless glow to her crimson stained eyes told a story of someone truly demented and monstrous by every stretch of the word. Imposing horns that looked far too similar to that of a devil's stuck proudly from her head, coated in an odd, white substance. And that disgusting, muddy feeling that hovered around her feet and waist like a thick bog. It mixed a pungent cocktail of blood and decay that permeated the surrounding area -- including the poor man in front of her.

Giving him little time to react, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. Gently, as if trying to pick up a feather, her fingers wrapped around the wrist and from that touch came something... more. A warmth too obscure to describe would begin to fill his body, pumping him full of what could only be described as adrenaline and confidence. A power surge. A boost in moral. Whatever he needed most to tackle this beast before him.

She grinned at his reaction and then uttered three words:

"Now, hit me."

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