Fall of Rome [Closed.Uru]

[align=center]Urufu Azathoth
~I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, but I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this Hell~
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Hidden behind a cloak that could be described as white or even tan-white was the pale skin of Urufu Azathoth, protected from the harsh rays of the sun. The grass, on the other hand, still felt the heat, and that heat transferred into the soles of his bare feet. The grass was nice. It was smooth and soft, not a single sharp blade poked at his toes or even the fleshy area between his toes. For once, Urufu was in a nice environment, compared to the desolate terrain of a destroyed earth, or the sandy desert of Hueco Mundo. "Not too shabby, Siy..." His voice echoed into the massive cavern as Urufu slowly approached the actual arena portion of the coliseum. The archways and columns were quite high, and there was no conceivable way they could possibly be produced on earth, but the dramatic effect was certainly... there. Despite the gargantuan proportions of the structure, Urufu actually liked it. It gave quite the nostaligic feel, and that feeling hummed in the air around him. Having grown up in Rome, Urufu spent a bit of time at the local arena. It was his favorite location in the world. "I mean, you went a little overboard, but it's still pretty cool." Finding himself in his appropriate spot, Urufu slouched slightly. His posture was bad from not actually caring. Flipping blond locks out of his eyes, he studied Siy with a slight smirk.

From his long sleeves, no hands could be seen. Despite this, he had two short swords held in them, the blades sliding up his arms. Everything helped. Aside from this, Urufu simply liked the swords. They were nice. "So... should we get started then? I've got a date at Five." Chuckling, Urufu slid his legs apart in a decent stance, before throwing his cloak off and to the side. It would only hamper him. His bare chest was revealed, along with the swords in his hands. A silver necklace was wrapped around his right wrist, as well as a silver cross (and it's chain) were hung around his neck. Aside from that, he appeared to be exactly as one would expect -- lean with small, dense muscles. He looked weak, but looks were deceiving. "Come at me, bro." Purple eyes flashing in the sunlight, a fire lit behind them that held a passionate innocence and love for brawling. He held no discontempt for Siy. He was simply an arrancar that he felt the need to challenge.

"We're getting right down to business? Hehe. I like you, Azathoth." The Royal chuckled, reaching to remove his own cloak. His, however, was much thicker and far more intricate. A red kimono was slung over his shoulders, the sleeves dangling uselessly to the side. Atop that was a black haori, worn in the same manner. The Arrancar simply had to give a good shrug to cause the clothing to fall off, revealing a very light jacket. His bare chest ws exposed as well, albiet much more tanned than the pale Human's. It matched perfectly with his red hakama and hair; the jacket was just there so he didn't feel completely naked.

"You're the challenger, so I'll let you make the first move." Siy said, extending his arms in a mock-peaceful manner. The motion brought the small jacket up with him, completely revealing his chest and leaving him open to any manner of attack. His blade was tucked neatly at his waist, inaccessible from his current stance. However, thats not to say he was opening himself up to an unsuspecting barrage from his challenger. His was easily twice the power of the newcomer, so any action on his part had an appropriate countermeasure on Siy's end. "Or perhaps you'd like me to attack first? Thats the first rule of fighting, isn't it; never make the first move?"

[align=center]Urufu Azathoth
~I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, but I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this Hell~
[/align]

Grinning from excitement and Joy, Urufu waited for his foe to get comfortable. It was kind of odd how they both wore cloaks. In fact, there had been an increasing number of participants in the trend. Kind of odd, really. Urufu only wore it because it was the last thing he had from the Vatican, aside from his crucifix necklace, and was comfortable in it. Nonetheless, it was still kind of cool. Like a private sect of cloak wearers. The Cult of the Cloak. Laughing inside his head, Urufu bent his knees slightly and spread the blades from his arms. With them still slid upwards, Urufu would merely need to spin in order to attack, instead of slash. Sure, it would waste stamina, but provide a better defense. Hmm.. perhaps he would need to rethink this. Stamina might be required for this fight. Sighing, Urufu dropped his arms back to his sides. "Alright. If that's the case, How about I activate some batshit crazy technique first." He told Siy, smirking. Sliding his swords back into the ribbons that were tight around his belt loops to hold them, Urufu cracked his neck. "Because getting blood from you might be a smidgen difficult.." He murmured, as white fur began to spread along his body. Skin tore and healed, thicker then before. Rising slightly, his pants stretched to accomodate his larger form, as muscles grew under his thicker flesh. On his fingers, the talons that he had been so proud of before lenthened and thickened, becoming full-fledged claws. Sliding up his skull, Urufu's human ears pointed into that of a wolf's. Similarly, his mouth stretched into a muzzle. Blacking, his nose flattened, moistening slightly with a lick from his long, red tongue.

Sharp teeth filled his mouth, longer then before. The fur that covered his body was thick and stiff, white reiatsu crackling inbetween the bristles like an electricity. Swishing the tail that had grown behind him, ripping a hole in his stretched pants, Urufu grinned. "Alright. That's that then." Sliding his large hands over his swords' hilts once more, Urufu drew them from the ribbon, the blades so squished against the fabric from his pants widening. Simply enough, the ribbons were slit like the flesh of a week old deceased infant -- quickly and without effort. Falling to the ground, they blew away slowly. "We can now continue." Twirling the blades in his hands, the silver arcs shimmered in the sunlight. Concentraing Reiatsu into them, he spun on his heels and whipped the swords straight for Siy. They flew through the air, straight as an arrow, the blades slicing through the air with such speed that they actually whistled, creating a slight flurry of wind behind them.

Word Count: 463
GP Earned: 9
GP Total: 9
Stamina: 29/30
Reiatsu: 49/50

His opponent opting to make the first move, Siy entered battle mode. Whatever power Uru had used was one the Royal was not familiar with, especially since he was a human - emphasis on was, after seeing his grotesque new form. It reminded him of the many wolf-like Arrancar he had seen in his time in the Menos Forest; the many wolf-like Arrancar that he had eaten. However, before nostalgia could kick in, the once-Espada's battle reflexes kicked in, instincively sidestepping to avoid the flying swords. Comparatively they moved rather slow, he could have picked them out of the air if he had wanted to.

"So are we jumping right into this?" He asked, smirking slightly. One thing hung in his mind that he couldn't shake, and was feeding his survival instinct. Just before transforming, Uru had said something about needing the Royal's blood. That sounded like some crazy witch-doctor shit, and quite frankly Siy found it creepy. Still, the hint at his enemy's powers coupled with the new form sent the Royal into full survivor-man mode. His foolish, natural Siy instincts told him to just release his sword and mow down his opponent, but his Arrancar instincts told him to hold out. This had been a lesson a rather strong opponent had taught him not too long ago.

Invoking his Sonido, the ex-Espada was easily able to maneuver himself behind his opponent, the werewolf's white back turned to him. Taking aim, a red ring appeared around his open right hand. With speed almost as fast as its wielder, a red bullet shot from the palm of the Royal, headed straight for the unprotected backside of the human.

{Word Count| 276} - {GP | 5}
{Stamina | 58/59}

[align=center]Urufu Azathoth
~I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, but I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this Hell~
[/align]

Shit. He was faster then Urufu had anticipated. Luckily, his three major senses had increased fundamentally to help him with this. Hearing a breath from behind, Urufu noticed a scent familiar to ash coming from the same direction. He didn't have time to turn around. He could only react. Forcing reiatsu into his tail and the soles of his feet, Urufu waited. Of course, he didn't wait long. In fact, it was damn near instant. Charging the muscles in his still-bent legs, Urufu smashed his reiatsu-charged tail against the bala, his reiatsu-sensing indicating it's location. There was a minor explosion as the brunt of the damage was cast away, yet the bala continued to drive forward. At the same time as this, Urufu was jumped away, two minor bursts of reiatsu under his feet launching him forwards at breakneck speeds. "Oh shit.. That was intense man." Urufu laughed, Spinning in the air and landing on the his feet gently. Sliding backwards, his long claws gouged into the soft grass as he was bent over, slowing his speed. Standing, Urufu brushed the claw on his tattered pant leg, his ass smoking slightly fromt he singed fur. Despite this, he was okay. "Now.. let's see what I can do." Holding out his right arm perfectly straight, a blackness began to swirl in his outstretched palm.

Quickly, the sealed zanpakuto of a shinigami named Jake Duriel formed in the air, which he grabbed calmly. Urufu thanked the heavens for Divine Retribution, and offered up a quick thanks to the soul of the deceased shinigami. He was actually turning out to be quite useful. "Divine Retribution: Darcneus Incarnae" Suddenly, the katana exploded into raw power, reforming into Jake's shikai. No. Urufu's shikai. "Alright. Let's try that again." His old swords lay forgotten on the grass ahead of him. He would have to remember them. Phobos and Deimos, the blade's names, could possibly come in handy in the future. At any rate, Urufu would need to kick things up a notch if he was going to match this guy. He was on a whole other level then Urufu. Urufu knew he wouldn't win. This wasn't about winning. This was about the blood experience. Why did his mind always go towards Blood, first thing? Shaking the thought away mentally, Urufu prepared himself for whatever ungodly terror came next.

Word Count: 402
GP Earned: 8
GP Total: 17
Stamina: 29/30
Reiatsu: 34/50

Quite the odd power he had there. First the man had transformed into some ungodly werewolf, and the next he was summoning and releasing Zanpakuto. Whatever the hell he was, it wasn't right. The first thought that popped into Siy's mind was that Urufu had eaten some Shinigami and was now able to access his power. It was quite a disturbing idea, and yet funny at the same time. The ability to eat something then copy its power? Siy wondered what would happen if Uru was made to eat his words. But no, he couldn't be jumping to conclusions just yet. At most, he could just counter whatever the Lycan threw at him and unleash it back with his own attacks. Not that he needed to take the fight seriously; if anything, this was a warmup.

Drawing his sword, the Royal pointed it towards his opponent. They were fighting with swords now, Zanpakuto, so the fight had just taken a step up. Whether that step was towards fun or difficulty the Royal didn't care, but it felt good to get the metal blade out of the sheath every once in a while; prevented rust. The thing about Arrancar Zanpakutos was that they were their power sealed into a physical form. If Leo got rusty, then it meant Siy was getting rusty.

"Thats quite the technique you got there Uru, mind sharing why its a Zanpakuto? But in any case, I suppose that means we're taking this to the next level." Siy said, pointing the end of his blade towards his opponent. Particles of red energy began to gather at the end of the sword, forming a small sphere. When the attack was fully formed, the Royal unleashed the cero in a wide blast of energy, aimed straight for the Werewolf.

{Word Count | 298} - {GP | 6} - {Total GP | 11}
{Stamina | 57/59}

[align=center]Urufu Azathoth
~I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, but I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this Hell~
[/align]

With a leap, Urufu was in the air, descending upon Siy like a mad animal, a pounce of decapatation. Swinging his sword while in the air, a black spear roughly five feet long with tendrils originating from the shaft and flailing behind it. As the cero destroyed everything under him, Urufu felt a wave of panic as he began to descend. He would be burned to a crisp if he was struck by the wave of annihilation below him. Dark energy began to swirl around the blade claymore he held in his hand once more. Slashing it downwards on his descent, roughly 10 feet infront of Siy, a black wave grew from the air's wound, as if he had cut the fabric of space itself and it was bleeding. The black energy congealed into what appeared to be a shield, which Urufu readied himself on. Placing his hairy, large feet on the flat edge of it, he waited for the perfect moment. There. The shield had touched the ongoing cero, and was disintigrating quickly. Kicking off of it hard, Urufu pushed it further into the beam of redness, singing his toes slightly. Flipping through the air with the sword still tightly in his hand, Urufu landed safely on the ground that had already been wiped pure.

The grass underneath his feet had a wafting smoke underneath it. Well, grass was the wrong word. It was a black void of nothingness that smelled of death and fire. It was quite warm on his feet. "That was unreal." Urufu laughed, swinging the sword he held upwards dramatically, resting it over his shoulders. "My abilities? It's called Retribution. When I get the blood of my opponent, or anyone really, I can rip it apart and take whatever I feel like from it, including abilities, personality, memories, or even appearance. In my Molecular Overdrive, I can recall these abilities and whatnot from the past, if I so choose." Shaking his body violently, Urufu released the fur that had been sticking to him from the static electricity and ash in the air. Smiling as much of a smile he could towards Siy, his Golden eyes, for the color had changed during his transformation, and the sun reflected from it even more so then when it was purple. "You're really strong, man." Urufu complimented the Royal. The arrancar was actually growing on him, but that wasn't too hard for Hollow and Arrancar. It was mainly Humans and Shinigami that Urufu hated. "If you give me some of your blood, I could show you everything I'm capable of. These techniques I'm using are limited. Fresh blood gives me a better range of theft~" He winked, smirking at Siy. Would he do it? Urufu certainly hoped so.

Word Count: 466
GP Earned: 9
GP Total: 26
Stamina: 28/30
Reiatsu: 29/50

Blood, eh? So he wasn't that far off in his assumption of his opponent's abilities. Still, he couldn't decide which was more gruesome; devoring people whole or feasting on their blood. It would be quite comedic to watch Uru try and swallow someone's entire body, especially a hefty man's, but then again "devouring people" could mean cannibalism. In that case, either option would lead to a bloody mess and quite a lot of screaming; two things Siy didn't particularly care for.

The Royal glanced over to the grass that had been destroyed in the previous skrimish, disappointment plastered all over his face. His precious domain had been harmed, defaced, and he wasn't liking it too much. He concentrated hard on the strip of black soil and, lo and behold, the grass bordering the void began to assimilate the bare ground, coating it in a nice layer of the smooth, soft substance again. There was no trace left over, no sign that the grass there had once been nonexistant. The patch blended in perfectly with the rest of the artificial world. Siy was content with his work.

"My blood, eh? You think you can handle my power?" Siy replied. He had no doubt that Uru could utilize his abilities in some manner, but it could in no way compare to how he would use them. Their raw power, the main trait of fire, would be greatly diiminished. Although, the Royal was curious as to how the human would access them. To use the Shinigami's Zanpakuto's powers, the Werewolf had to manifest the sword itself. Would he grow Siy's Resurreccion, or would he just start spitting fire, given the nature of the Arrancar's powers in comparison to a Shinigami's.

"Come get 'em!" He laughed, placing his sword's tip just below his wrist and dragging it down towards his elbow. The wound was a rather large one, much larger than some Siy had been inflicted throughout entire fights. Blood immeditely began to spill from the wound, coating his entire lower arm in a blanket of dark red. He stabbed the sword upright into the ground, leaving it in a self-supporting stance. "I won't even use my sword."

{Word Count | 361} - {GP | 7} - {Total GP | 18}
{Stamina | 56/59}

[align=center]Urufu Azathoth
~I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, but I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this Hell~
[/align]

That was kind of cheap. Urufu watched with a blank expression on his face, his wolfish eyes and mouth showing no signs of any emotion, contrary to the inner turmoil the depths of his mind were struggling with. He was aware that there was no possible way that he could have won in the first place. Watching Siy manipulate the dimension that the two were in with the utmost of ease, however, sunk his cold heart. He was, at this point, lost. How could he even hope of fighting against that much power? Blood pump beating in his chest, a jackhammer against steel, the pummels that repeated ominously echoed inside of the hollow cavern that made up his torso. Pushing his despair the side for a moment, Urufu stopped the misery and began thinking along the lines of Hope. If he was capable of utilizing such abilities as resereccion and segunda etapa without actually having them, who was to say that he couldn't utilize Royal abilities while in the Royal dimension, at the very least? A small smile crept along the blank face of Urufu, transforming it from that of a bystander into that of a deliciously evil man. Yes. He would try it.

Suddenly, Siy's voice tore his attention from his mental pondering. Focusing on his words, the oxygen burst from his lungs and roared out his throat, releasing into the air around them in the form of a deep, booming laugh. Could he handle his power? Thinking back, Urufu reflected on utilizing his Wife's abilities just as easily as she could. That was the true nature of his power. It was not to steal abilities. It was to borrow them, and then use them at the same skill level they could. Deciding to let Siy in on that little tidbit of glorious information, Urufu cleared his throat to draw his attention, as well as clear a bit of phlegm that was lodged there. "Siy, broski... My wife is Riko Suzumei. I've used her powers with ease. Do you think yours are a little too spicy for me?" A snort erupted from his nostrils, his black and wet nose flaring with discontempt. "I doubt it." Crossing his arms to his chest, Urufu's tail swished behind him in either annoyance or arrogance. Probably a bit of both. Glancing at the ground, the wolf had to admit that he had done a good job on fixing the realm. Smirking, he would find a way to utilize that power to his advantage. But not right yet. No, he would only use it as a last resort.

"Hmm?" Raising an eyebrow and clicking his nine inch tongue, Urufu watched the sword tip plunge into the flesh of the arrancar. Oh, so they were going to play it that way? Snickering, Urufu's eyes widened in a flash, the black pupils surrounded by a golden fire fixated on the wound. Sniffing the air, the scent of blood immediately overtook his heightened sense of smell. Mouth watering, he produced saliva at an increased rate. It became so bad, drool slid down his furry chops and splattered against the grassy terrain under his feet. Muscles twitching in his body, The sword in Urufu's hand known as Darcneus Incarnae dissolved and disappeared, a multitude of infinite particles disappearing. "Blood..." Urufu murmured, knowing he could trust Siy. He wouldn't pull anything, not like this. He was a decent guy, over all. At least, Urufu hoped so. One of his weakness was blood. If Siy learned to utilize that, Urufu would have nearly no hope. Such an obvious flaw, however, would almost be a coward's way out. Hoping Siy wouldn't take that road, Urufu began to step forward.

"It DOES smell spicy." Urufu sniggered, every footstep drawing him closer to the smell of the delicious substance. It's fragrance overwhelmed him, every breath pulling him towards the wound. Blood dripped onto the grass. Wasted. Snarling at the thought, Urufu pushed forth with every ounce of speed he could muster, finding himself at the source of the intoxicating aroma faster then he could blink. "Sorry about this next part. I don‘t mean it." He said, wrenching his eyes from the arm and looking into Siy's for a moment, apologetically. Then he pressed his wolfen muzzle into the arm lightly. Gorging himself, the thick liquid drenched the inside of his mouth, staining his teeth, tongue, gums, and throat a dark crimson. Swallowing as much of it as he could, his body hummed almost violently, nearing the point of vibration. So much power flowed through him. With what he gained hear added onto what he already had, he might be able to pull off some seriously dangerous combinations. Finally, after consuming as much of the liquid as he could; After he had drunk his fill of Siy's ambrosia, Urufu (regrettably) pulled himself away. The wound was pretty bad, at this point, Urufu having clamped onto the flesh with his teeth in the throes of bloody passion in an attempt to drink more.

Muzzle dripping with blood, Urufu dropped his head backwards. Arms pulled behind him, yet still bent at the elbows, his tail puffed up. Spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, the werewolf released itself from the Mind's cage. Howling loudly, his voice echoed within the coliseum. Dying down, the sounds of his joy that had filled the room were boisterously silenced. Yet, they remained as an echo. Yes. This was true power. This was what he had wanted from the beginning. Winking, the golden eye of Urufu shut and opened like the trapdoor of a great gate, hiding behind it either heaven or hell, undistinguishable from the golden flames that wrapped around it. Utilising his newly acquired Sonido, Urufu shot backwards, putting some distance between himself and Siy. "Dude. No homo or anything, but you taste fucking delicious!" Excited, Urufu was bouncing on his toes. Oh yeah. Now he was ready to rock it. He only wished he had more energy to use this foreign ability with. He would have to make it short.

Perhaps he could work out a deal with Siy and keep this power, but he almost doubted it. Who would want to give away the SUN? Snapping his right arm straight, Urufu held open his hand, fingers spread wide. Blinking, the gates slammed shut once more before opening again swiftly. A puff of fire sparked in his palm, before a column of flame shot outwards and back slightly, disappearing to reveal Siy's zanpakuto. Snatching it, Urufu twirled it in his hands several times. Still staring at Siy, Urufu decided that he needed to test one small thing. Focusing on the wall behind Siy, all of his attention was brought to one brick. For a moment, this brick shimmered, flashing a green, before returning to normal. Laughing mentally, it gave Urufu the knowledge that he could indeed manipulate this realm. "Oh yeah. This is what I'm talking about." Laughing with delight, Urufu brought his other hand in front of him in a cocky 'come get some' gesture. His eye brow was raised to compliment this, and his body posture was in such a posture as to confirm it. He was ready.



Word Count: 1200
GP Earned: 24
GP Total: 50
Stamina: 27/30

His... wife? What the hell? When the hell did this happen? Riko Suzumei, the one person who had preceeded Siy as a Royal? The woman whose shadow he would be eternally stuck in, forever cursed to walk in her wake? He knew who Urufu was, due to the odd human taking refuge in the desert of Hueco Mundo from his own kind for a period of time, but he had not true personal experience with the man. And now to find out that he had stolen Riko from him, just like that? That silver pool of forbidden liquid, the small ocean that the Royal had been forever attempting to take even the shortest dip in... this bastard was swimming in it, like some pool? The fire in Siy's eyes changed, taking on an entirely different nature. They had once been pure, full of joy and love for this fight. Indeed, the Ex-Espada had been outright enjoying the little skirmish up to this point. However, this news sparked a change in him, a change in his soul. He did not hate the human, at least not outright, but the feeling he was left with was bitter. It was an aftertaste that he could not wash out, and it was killing him.

These thoughts left the Royal distracted, unable to notice the changes Urufu was undergoing. Albiet most of them were mental, and the going-ons in the human's mind could only be guessed at my even the greatest of behaviourologists. Siy wasn't very good at picking up hints to begin with, even in the heat of battle, and the distraction brought on by the disturbing thoughts all but erased any attention he had diverted to observing his opponent. Even with the power gap between them, the Royal's reactions were dulled from his thought process, and he was unable to react in time to his opponent's sudden movement. Granted, the wolf's thirst for blood probably momentarily enhanced his speed and agility, but the end result was the same, no matter what light it was looked in or what excuse was used to justify it; the Werewolf had his blood. Seeing the raw energy he had manipulated with the Shinigami's Zanpakuto, Siy was slightly terrified as to what Uru could do with his powers. Although, the fact that they were still in sword form was somewhat of a comfort; an Arrancar's power was gauged by the size of his form, not his sword. Urufu may have absorbed some of his sealed power, which was nowhere near the power of his Resurreccion, but it would still be enough to offset him. If anything, the human would be more immune to Siy's attacks.

Wait... what was this sensation? It was... odd, almost like he had been violated. Not physically, but rather in the area of reiatsu. He couldn't describe it; it felt as if the giant area that his reiatsu occupied had been breached, as if some strange other presence had become part of his own. This wasn't the feeling of the wolf stealing his powers, he would have felt it instantly, but it certainly was an effect of it. He sensed a disturbance in his domain; it was slight, and only lasted for the briefest of moments, but he knew it was there. The fire that resided in him, no longer the joy-filled fire that was fueled by a fight with someone with a similar soul, flared up in anger. It was one thing for the human to borrow his powers - the Royal had all but given his blessing to do so - but it was another to alter his domain. This was his world, his dimension, and it was inteded only as such. He had not counted on his blood giving the Lycan such an ability, but it was another thing entirely for his opponent to try and use it against him. He had lost the woman he had been chasing since his rebirth as an Arrancar, but to lose domain over his own world? The very thought of it had his fire burning to the very edges of his soul, threatening to burst forth from his body and consume that which stood before him.

"You've made the biggest mistake of your life, Urufu Azathoth." Siy said, his demeanor darkening considerably and his reiatsu altering to match. A hellish aura surrounded him, becoming more and more dense with each burst he fed into it. The power began to take on a mind of its own, consuming the very dimension in its hate-filled rampage. How ironic that the act took on every aspect of fire; condensed, unstoppable, and consuming. The sheer reiatsu gathered around the Royal caused the grass around his feet to break up, leaving only a black void. On the drop of a dime everything changed; the entire dimension was set ablaze. The once-marble walls of the magnificent coliseum were changed, alchemized into pure flames. The red spirits danced around the combatants in some odd battle ritual.

Reaching for his blade, the demon reiatsu condensed around the Arrancar stabilized, expanding to encompas the entire dimension. Extracting his Zanpakuto from its position wedged in the ground, Siy once again pointed it towards his opponent. Reaching out to it with his free hand, reiatsu condensed around his open palm, he gripped the bare blade. It began to alter and change, warped by the sheer power Siy was putting into it. Dragging his hand down the metal shaft, it sword became coated in a thick white metal; flintstone. "I hope my power was worth your life, human boy." The Royal spat, gripping the hilt with both hands and charging towards his enemy, full-force...

{Word Count | 944} - {GP | 19} - {Total GP | 37}
{Stamina | 55/59}
{Reiatsu | 95/100}

[align=center]Urufu Azathoth
~I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, but I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this Hell~
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Woah man. What the hell? Siy suddenly became really hostile. His emotions were clearly displayed with the environment around them having changed from a really calm coliseum into a raging inferno, the heat unbearable and suffocating, all because Siy was pissed off. It was almost intimidating. Almost. Urufu was used to ferocity being geared towards him. It was just another thing he had accidentally done wrong. Hell, Siy ASKED him. This was HIS fault. But yet, Urufu was going to be punished anyway. In what world was that in any way shape or form FAIR? Well apparently, it was Siy's world, so he made the rules. Sighing, the werewolf used Sonido and launched himself into the air as high as he could, his fur bristling with the kinetic motion against the wind, leaving the sound of static electricity behind him. Finding a suitable spot, Urufu hovered in the air, using the basic ability the arrancar had in order to do so, that he had stolen from Siy. As fast as he could, Urufu began the transformation. To help slow Siy down, he bombarded the ground with 5 bala, shooting them from his open palm. "FALL, LEO!" He roared, before undergoing Siy's resereccion. A white armor began to cover his body, the zanpakuto he had been holding dissolving to create this substance. It was similar to a hollow's mask. It covered him from head to toe, and extinguished the feeling of heat on his body, insulating his body quite thoroughly from the offensive flames that danced around him in this hell of a world. It was cooling and nice. However, he had a feeling he didn't have much time. Better do this quickly. Sonido-ing once more into the air, this time at an angle to dodge any incoming attacks, Urufu hovered once more.

Taking a deep breath, Urufu activated Siy's segunda etapa. He reached into the depths of the abilities he had stolen with the draught of delicious blood, and ripped out the key that gave him the ability to enter Siy's final form of utmost power. Then he initated it. With a simple cry of “You know, they say that pride comes before the fall. You’ve seen my pride, now... witness my fall...”, the armor around Urufu's flesh melted away into white flames, covering him from head to toe. His fur, luckily, was very nearly fireproof. Thanks to the composition of his bristly coating, which was very close to that of steel-wool, he had a -few- minutes before he was burnt to a crisp, like roast duck on an open flame. His chest and right wrist actually glowed, the silver charms on them heating up from the flames that coated his body. Those would melt and leave a permanent mark, but what was he to do? This was the only thing he could do to stop himself from getting massacred by the angry arrancar. Slowly, the silver cross necklace began to melt and run down his chest. That hurt like a bitch. Best hurry and do what he was doing, before it was too late. "Divine Retribution: Darcneus Incarnae, Presentar a la muerte, Convertirme en uno como tú!" A murmur. He didn't have the energy to shout anymore. Two zanpakuto generated in his hands. One appeared to be a basic katana, thin and long with a slightly curved blade. The other was a very satanic cleaver-esque sword, brownish like rust with a jagged edge. Initiating their releases, Both suddenly disappeared, before reforming into their advanced states. The katana became a black claymore with a red stripe running down the blade and hilt, where as the cleaver became ...a lake. An entire lake fell from his position, smashing along the ground. An abominable amount of steam rose from the fires that were raging throughout this world, filling the coliseum with a thick smog that would block all vision. With 15 feet of water, he actually managed to extinguish a fair amount of flames. His stolen sword reappeared, the blade penetrating the earth up to the hilt in the exact center of the lake.

He didn't actually become aware of this, but metal boots coupled with fairy wings and other feminine aspects covered his burning flesh. The fire around it, however, gave it a more masculine appeal, lighting it on fire, although not allowing it to disintigrate into the flames by his own reiatsu. Urufu felt the sweat drop from his body in a heavy stream, trickling to the ground below and then evaporating from the heat. He wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, the techniques he had activated were going to consume him. He needed to unleash a very powerful technique, and he needed to do it NOW! Holding out his left hand with a straight arm, Urufu began charging a cero. Not just a regular cero. This cero was known as "Cero Nova", and was one of his opponent's most powerful techniques. Or at least, that's what he felt from sensing the 'ability memory', an aspect within him that allowed him to guage the strength and utilization of the abilities he stole. Charging the orange cero, Urufu fired it with a roar, unleashing all of his rage from a horrible life and madness at such an unreasonable opponent, swinging the black claymore along with it. His claymore was swirling with a dark energy, which sprung forth into the likeness of a black spear. Firing the spear along with the cero, aimed perfectly for Siy, Urufu felt his body go limp. The spear would explode upon contact with a very large radius of destruction, as would the cero nova*. Both would most likely hit him as well, as he was falling into the blast. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to prevent this from taking place. His only hope was to find some way of surviving it. He would be taking a lot of damage from this. Then again, it was either this or let Siy simply slaughter him without a regret. That was not an option.

Nonetheless, That was all he had left. He was completely drained and exhausted from his regrettably short fight. Feeling himself begin to fall, his eyes closed with the utmost of delicacy, the world blackening around him as his descent brought him closer to the flames of hell below. With the last of his energy, Urufu encased himself with the steam leftoever in the air, condensing it back into a liquid form. Despite this, it was still quite hot, but it was something he could live with -- unlike what was awaiting him at the bottom. Crashing into the earth, the water exploded around him in every direction, revealing him back in human form, most of his hair burnt off, his pants burnt to a crisp, although protected in strategic locations, and his chest having been dealt serious burns. He didn't know this, be that as it may. His final thoughts revolved around Riko, and what she would do if Urufu didn't return. A small smirk molded itself on his face, and would remain there until he woke up, which may not be for a while. Urufu was out like a light with seriously heavy damage to his entire body, and possibly his mind as well. He may actually be unconscious for more then two weeks. That was, if Siy didn't kill him. His entire existence after this point depended on the mercy of the man whom was trying to kill him.

Word Count: 1257
GP Earned: 25
GP Total: 75
Stamina: 0/30
Reiatsu: 0/30

*The cero was given 10 points of Reiatsu.