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  1. A Menos forest could be the beginning of many great hollows and was once what Monk would have called home. Menos Grande, Adjuchas even Vatso lordes could call a forest it's home, a great place to feast on hollows regularly and a even better place to find ally's. If there where any hollows with the intelligence to speak and as of recent Monk had only come across screamers. Unable to make sense of his words and attack him relentlessly. But it didn't matter to Monk, any lesser hollow was unable to hurt him and thus Monk didn't fight back. He had at least some mercy for his own kind, especially when they were so inexperienced that they would attack him. But with the level of spiritual pressure Monk was releasing, which was very little, as he had little use of it when there where no worthy enemies about. It was no wonder lesser hollows and adjuchas didn't perceive him as a threat themselves. Monk eventually reached the decent that lead to the Menos forest and walked down. He sensed plenty of spiritual pressure. Perhaps he had traveled enough distance in Hueco Mundo to actually reach some form of life again and as Monk descended further he realised why all these hollows where so far out in Hueco Mundo. Monk knew how natural it was for hollows to feast on one another to become a Menos. But what he saw, amazed him. Lesser hollows seemed to be talking to one another, which wasn't out of the ordinary, what was, was the number of hollows almost as if they were cooperating and deeper in the forest Monk saw Menos with unique masks, almost as if this was a farm for hollow. "Madness isn't it, to think we can be civilised" the voice whispers in his head. "In the end what will they become, they will be slain and will go to Seritei, just like every other hollow and they will turn against you as shinigami" Monk stumbles on his way down, this was true. In this state, as lesser hollows and Menos, they didn't even stand a chance against shinigami. "What do I do?" Monk asked. "Devour them...." Monks spiritual pressure explodes in a fit of madness, but he pulls it back, forcing it under control. But he had already attracted the attention of every hollow in the Menos forest and everyone of them stared, stunned and to afraid to battle a monster like him. However calmly Monk makes the rest of his way down into the pit of hollows. 'I'm not a mindless hunter anymore' he thinks to himself parting his hand away from the hilt of his zanpakuto. Monk then took a deep breath as he walked into the middle of all the lesser hollow. "What do you think you can accomplish like this, your all far too weak, you also lack a leader. Someone to protect you from yourselves and the enemies you cannot defeat" Monk says in a low voice as he did not need to raise his voice to be heard. "I can make you stronger and lead you to a future and not towards a simple slaughter from the accursed shinigami." The mocking and familiar voice continues to taunt him though his speech. 'You fool, once they've grown strong they will turn against you. No, no that's not it is it. You'll devour them, your helping them the same way a farmer breeds pigs. For the slaughter.' All seemed to be going Monks way. He could lead this small army to a better future, if he kept them under his thumb they would protect him in time and he for now could protect them. However not all of them shared his view. He'd kept his back turned for too long. A large ape like hollow clamps it's mouth around Monk, but only ends up with a lump in its throats as Monk forces the jaws of the hollow open and brings its mask to the ground, kicking and thrashing it try's to escape. 'If they won't accept my offer, it will be forced upon them until they see sense' with that Monk claws his hand and presses it against the eye socket of the hollow which had attacked him and slowly pushes it in, instantly blood begins to flow and screams flow just as well. "Please stop it hurts!!!!" The hollow screams. "Now you talk, your action spoke for you however. I offered you strength and you turned it down. I will have you pay a price. But not the ultimate one" Monk pulls his clawed hand away from the hollow and let's him go, it them scrambles and retreats into the crowed. "We are not mindless and we are not savages. You seek power" 'And I seek a goal' "You have until I return" Monk says as he disperses the crowd of hollows as he walks. Returning to the entrance of the forest. What he had offered is what he was once offered and it took time to understand and accept. Which he hoped for their sake. They accepted
  2. Embracing the cold still air, Monk now laying on top of the giant monolith he had been pushing for days now. He didn't know where he was taking it. What he did know though, was that it was coming with him. It gave him something of worth to prove that he could move this and that his strength was on another level. Nothing else seemed important, even the hollows that had followed the trail he'd left in the sand. They roared and screamed unable to do anything about his position on top of the monolith. He could no longer remember when he was just a lesser hollow. No better than an animal. 'I suppose I wouldn't have know that back then though' Monk thought sitting up seeing that once again nothing and no one was around him anymore. " "Why are you doing this?" Monk turned around. An arrancar sat beside him. Similar to him, its mask was cracked roughly down the middle and wore white robes, but in comparison to Monks they were far cleaner and the arrancar appeared to be a lot younger than he was. "Doing what?" Monk questioned. "Nothing. Your goal is pointless, what do you gain?" The arrancar questioned him. "I prove my-" , "you prove nothing! You showed your strength, once there would have been at time when a hollow would not approach you. The Espada would have been proud to have you in their ranks. You are a failure and this, this thing you call a foe, is holding you back and in the end will only get you killed." The arrancar swings his fist down onto the giant bolder, cracking the top of it. "If I attract attention to myself again. If I raise an army, if I raise my strength, if I join an alliance, my chances of dying rise." Monk flinches as he hears something behind him and he stands up to see if he could see what had made it. "Then your existence is point!" The arrancar bellows standing up, challenging Monk. "I will not end my existence!" Monk goes to challenge the arrancar, slamming his foot down on the arrancars leg. But the arrancar had already disappeared and all he had achieved was expanding the crack on the bolder. Monk jumped off the bolder back to the bottom and began pushing again. "MONK" the arrancar had reappeared throwing a fist at his head, but he had already revealed himself by shouting. Monk dodged the punch by sidestepping to the left and using the momentum to change into a kick, but this missed the arrancar had jumped and was already aiming his heel towards Monks temple. Once again it missed and Monks next attack did and the arrancars attack after that. This pointless fight raged on, every attack that the arrancar threw missed. Unknowingly destroying what he wished to save. Monks final swing, once again missed the arrancar who was once again gone and Monks fists had landed into one of the cracked lumps of the bolder, looking further upon the battlefield, Monk found the lump was one of many. "I've saved you from your pointless goal" the voice whispers to him. In a fit of rage, Monk leaps into the battlefield once again. Crushing the last fragments of the bolder, if it was going to be destroyed it would be by his own hand. He tosses and crushes and smashes all the blocks together slowly eroding it down into the white sand beneath his feet. Only showing him that his goal, what he thought was a foe was in fact worth nothing. It was as pathetic and pointless as the thousands of grains of white sand that rested beneath his feet, it had been greater than him for a time. But he had mastered it. Pushing it the great distance that he had, had once again bolstered his strength. Monk began to wheeze breathing in the sand that was settling down from his massacre. Then he began to cough and slowly he turned into a laugh. "I truly am my greatest ally" Monk said to himself still laughing. Once Monk had got over his recollection, he ran deeper into the desert of Hueco Mundo, the vast endless desert and in Monks head, if the desert was endless then surely there would be endless goal to conquer. Which in turn would make him stronger and help him survive, that was all he ever wanted. The rattling of his nightmares had never felt so far away and if he kept running then he would only make the distance greater. There were so many goals to choose from in Hueco Mundo however and not all of them worthy of Monk. Finding the ones of worth would be a great challenge in itself. However one shortly presented itself, the spindly white tips of a Menos forest stood in the distance. If something could be of worth, it could be there. So Monk marched on, his eyes fixated on his destination.
  3. Ooc - hoping to make a return to my Roleplay. Have a lot of unfinished business and hope to possibly rekindle some fires of other Roleplayer or new ones. The vast desert of Hueco Mundo, endless white sand under a pale moon and know one knew this better than the Arrancar Monk. Wandering for what felt like month now. Monk had finally come to understand the meaning of endless, this desert went on forever and even without allies he would strive towards an endless life. The Espada, the worthless Espada had given him nothing. They did not have the strength he required, the raging battle against Vatto had proven that much. This far into Hueco Mundo, Monk didn't expect to see anyone or anything. The absence of all life was more comforting than any company he'd ever indulged in. His thoughts were all that were left to keep him company along with his zanpakuto. However his thought, dreams and fears weren't the best company to have with him at all time. As Monk progressed further and further into the desert, the loneliness gnawed at Monk brain, if anyone did turn up, they'd be no ally, if the chains came for him. He rattled his head to rid himself of the sound of chains. But he was never truly rid of them. They haunted him when he rested or when his thoughts drifted. "How long have you been walking?" Someone asked him. "Months? Maybe a year now...... What are you hoping to find? Salvation? Peace? An answer or an end?" Monk swings his zanpakuto behind him, but cuts nothing but thin air. "Why not let a hollow devour you, wouldn't that bring peace to you?" The voice continued to mock him. "Emptiness". That was what Monk was looking for, even though he detested Shinigami, if he was far enough away, surely they'd never bother him, never come searching for him. Without shinigami, without them, his chances at survive rose. If it cost him his sanity, it didn't matter. Monk had lost hope in now finding a cause, finding a purpose. Nothing. Nothing was worthy of him. No Great War, no journey of enlightenment and no peace worth fighting for. "Shame....." , "what's that?" "That Arrancar was worth something, shame he decided to join that worthless Espada. If anyone could have been a worthy ally it was him." Monk remembered his latest right well. His blood hadn't had the chance to rush like that for a long time. But it was all for nought, nothing but a slightly amusement. "And a great inconvenience...." Monk cackled to himself as he looked over to his left arm, completely deprived of clothing to cover the scarred limb, as it had been torn off. No.... much more than torn, it had been erased, during his fight he'd been left with nothing, but a great chunk missing out of his shoulder, that damned Kyohi or whatever Vatto called it had 'rejected' the very existence of Monk's limb, which in turn sent Monk into a fit of rage as he tired to tear Vatto limb from limb and would have succeeded had it not been for the spectators intervening. But had it not been for Vatto he would not have his left arm back. Once the conflict had settled. Vatto used his abilities to not exactly heal, but at least rejuvenate his limb. Which is something Monk never had the pleasure of, having traded all his regenerative abilities for superior strength and what he thought was an unbreakable Heirro. "Had we journeyed together it would have only ended in conflict to produce the strongest among us" Monk argued with himself as he'd experienced destroying someone he once traveled with not long before he turned Arrancar. "Allies are pointless eventually they'll turn against you for their own gain. You can only trust yourself" Monk says out loud looking into the distance and spotting something out of place. An object, bold and vast in size. 'It couldn't be Las Noches? Surely I haven't been going in a circle' Monk thought to himself as he continued walking towards the object and as he got ever closer as the distance was always exaggerated when all there was between one thing or another was sand. As Monk finally reached the object. Monk stared pulled..... 'A boulder' he think. "It's not that unlikely, they must have built Las Noches from something" the voice talk to him again. It wasn't smooth, the boulder was jagged in places, smooth in others, but nothing like the stone that held up Las Noches. It seemed out of place. Monk placed his left hand against the boulder, he hadn't had chance to test out his rejuvenated arm, He pushes against the great bolder. But it remains firm, which Monk would have normally thought impossible. He switches over and uses his right arm and attempts to move the boulder. But still it remains firm and unmoved. Monk took his zanpakuto out of his belt and left it standing in the ground. Walking several feet back Monk expelled the first burst of energy he had in month as he sprinted towards the boulder and crashed into it. Still the great monolith stood against him. 'Never have I ever found something I could not move' Monk was baffled, either his strength had diminished from the lack of activity during these last long month or the battle from Vatto had taken that greater a toll on his body. Monk took his zanpakuto and fit it back into his belt. Then he dug his feet deep into the sand, one behind the other and placed both hands on the opponents that lay before him and he pushed. The colossal boulder still refused to move. "What are you doing?" He heard the voice. Monk was afraid of his answer. "Odd isn't it. Something that rivals my strength, is something as simple as this...." Monk growls putting all his strength into move the monolith. "My strength is unrivalled." Monk focused as he took a step forward and the great boulder shifted. As Monk pushed its true size was revealed as it was unearthed. But Monk fought on, pushing a simple but immense foe towards an unseen goal.
  4. The first attack works which was a slight surprise with Vatto's speed. However the technique was technically Shinigami so for it to come from a hollow is unlikely. So Monk put it down to luck as there was a good amount of force there. However for a hollow attack would never be a killing one. Maybe on a small lesser hollow. But to an arrancar it very much was something you could take and would only cause you great inconvenience like it had to Vatto. Never the less it was a technique to keep in mind as it used kinetic energy to attack and there wasn't much way you could block the actual force of the attack. So shortly after the attack hit and knocks Vatto far enough away to get the two balas off and just as Monk had thought they disintegrate as soon as they make contact with Vatto's spiritual pressure which of course was everywhere at the moment. So it was now clear that any spiritual based attacks where out of the question. No cero's no Bala nothing. Monk would have to reply on his strength alone. But this was nothing new it just meant the slightly lower hand as he needed to be up close to execute his attacks. After the failed Bala Vatto quickly regain his footing by extending his wings and pauses to talk for a moment giving a little more detail about his power and also how it was him that had stopped Monks ressurrection and that it was not even fully tested. "It's certainly an annoying ability I'll give you that. Giving some of the things I've seen and even felt I'm presuming that even I am effected by some form of rejection" this was a hidden question as Monk was guessing that his lack of strength before entering his ressurection was Vatto it was the only explanation. "I'd even go as far to say it's a dirty trick" Monks voice turns a little fowl. "Blocking my ressurections? If I hadn't been able to force my way though I'm sure I'd be as good as head. I don't know about you. But doing such a thing leads me to believe you may be a bit of a coward" underneath the remainder of Monks mask there is a nasty smile. He was only trying to intimidate Vatto make his fighting sloppy even draw him in closer. "Oh and me being able to ressurect has nothing to do with my relationship with my zanpakuto. I broke it and it obeyed and it can lay broken until I have need of sealing this form" as Monks relationship with his blade was bare minimum he was all about brute force and pushing though the tuff just to get to the end as in his mind that was all he needed. The Vatto point his sword towards Monk. Wanting to test whether he needed his zanpakuto of not. "That's not the only thing I can do without." Monk say with a continuing grin as notices the movement of Vatto's sword which he'd been looking out for and when he heard the key words. Kyohi. Instead of a wave of energy it is a beam. Which takes Monk by surprise at first. But he is able to adjust as he was looking out for the Kyohi and Monk bends his knees and jumps to the side with enough force to force the sand up upon him leaving that space and landing firmly in the sand he digs his feet in the ground for extra sturdiness and places a hand over his mask and let's out a laugh and throws the mask into the line of fire of the Kyohi and is destroyed as soon as its hit. Once the mask was remove from his face the light was blinding at first. Like looking at the sun after an eclipse. After many years of hiding behind it even the light of Hueco Mundo was too much and he is forced to squint at Vatto encircling him. Then in an instant Vatto came at Monk head on blade raise and he lashes at Monk. As it was a frontal attack it meant he could see it coming much easier and as soon as he saw the attack coming he raised both his arms, but putting his left in front of his right and then the blade connects cutting into his hierro on his left but as the blade reaches his right the force has been slowed enough not to cut at all. Monk laughs. "That wasn't half a bad swing" he say as he raises his head to look at Vatto and a horrific sight it is. A face covered in scares running from his chin to his forehead. His white hair now the remainder of his hood fell after removing his mask was patchy and thin and looked as though it had fallen out in most places after years and years of living. His right eye which was a sky blue and almost looked peaceful if it was not for the fraction of his hollow mask. In this form it covered the entire left side of his face. Smooth and like his Hierro on his arms. The mouth bared flat teeth and his left eye shone a deep red coming from the depths of the pit which was a hollows eye socket and with all of these made him look greatly more older than he would have done without all these. "It's been a while since I saw the world without my mask. People, hollows, Shinigami they've all changed. But they still die the same way" Once Monk had said this he was ready to begin. Using his right hand he grabbed onto Vatto hand which was holding his Zanpakuto and gripped tightly. "Nice of you to come up close again" he smiles with a devilish smile even an the side which did not have a hollows smile. Then clenching his left hand and pulls a his arm back before he goes to gut punch Vatto twice. At this ranged even if he blocked with a body part there would still be damage. Even if something was being rejected Monk could barely feel it or at least he was unaware of it'd changed. However if Vatto managed to dodge these and got free from Monks grip. Monk would stand his ground. Now he'd had a while to adjust he could see as clear as the day he had been reborn as a hollow. Now he'd removed his mask this fight was not an option he had to win. But now his face had been seen by at least two from his knowledge and he no longer cared. People would know him and fear him. This fight was only getting more and more interesting and with Monks mask removed the fight would take a nasty turn. Monk was reaching the point where this was no longer a spar to determine strength for him it was turning into life and death and he loved it right now. He hadn't fort someone like Vatto for a while, why not enjoy it.
  5. 'reject. So that's what is so called abilities are.' Things now started to make a lot more sense to Monk all the things that couldn't be explained were now all coming together. The main question now. Was now that Vatto was in his ressurection how much rejecting was he capable of. It was proved that he could use it to heal and it defiantly seemed similar to a high speed regeneration on first glance there didn't appear to be much difference. Hopefully it would mean Vatto had used up a lot of spiritual pressure just to fix his arm. Monk also guessed that Vatto would be able to do something with energy based attacks as earlier in the battle when Vatto had that orange glow around him, similar to now just everywhere the Bala Monk had fired had disappeared into thin air. If Monks guess was right it would explain a lot and confirm that he would only be able to use physical attacks in the battle. As Monk unleashed his devastating barrage he was quickly disappointed and shown how much power Vatto had gained and what he was capable of. The entire tree something Vatto had struggled with at first had been totally obliterated. It seemed all that would be good for now would be distractions. But even that was not enough to win him the battle and since even his distraction hadn't lasted as long as he would like Vatto was easily capable of redirecting Monks kick to the side. But he now had felt Vatto's new ressurected body. It was tuffer than before. But he would still be able to break it. As Monk is redirected he quickly notices a well placed knee coming in for his side. "Something new?" Monk says as he shifts his left arms down. Catching Vatto's leg. "If your foolish enough to try hand to hand the you don't deserve to see anything new. I no longer have to use a zanpakuto in this state. But if you want something new..." Monk raises his right hand and locks his middle finger behind his thumb and releases his finger and the force behind the technique propels towards Vatto. With this not being a spiritual based attack it was safe and not only that Monk could use it as a mid ranged attack. "Anyway I'm curious Vatto you seem to be able to reject many things. Was my inability to ressurect you? Come on shed a little more light on me" Vatto was extremely dangerous. Even though Monk had successfully blocked Vatto's knee. Monk had been able to feel the attack more than he should. Especially against his new Hierro and if Vatto could figure this out then he would know that his blade would still be useful if he was capable of getting a direct and clean hit. Vatto's speed had clearly increase and his ability to 'reject' seemed to spread a lot further and was more effective and there was also that Kyohi. What would have happened if Monk had taken on that attack. It seemed to cut away was that rejecting everything it touch. Monk suddenly realised how dangerous Vatto was even in close range. He would have to keep a very close eye on Vatto any sword swing could easily be another Kyohi coming in. But this was just a let up for now. Monk still wanted to test some theories. If this attack as successful and knocked Vatto backwards Monk would charge up to Balas and fire them simultaneously. This would possibly be a total waste of time. But it was at least worth a check. However if Vatto was able to get out of the way of Monks first attack then Monk swing a kick upwards and uses the same force from his kick to retreat away from Vatto. Monk and Vatto where now battling a Titan battle. But Monk was slowly getting the feeling that he had the lesser hand. But that would only spark Monk fear of losing. Vatto was his enemy and anyone who stud in his way. Would be damned. Perhaps he would tell Vstto the true reasons for his hatred for shinigami. He would need a ally like him if he was to achieve there extinction.
  6. It appeared that the respect that Vatto and Monk shared was mutual. Monk knew they had being going toe to toe although he didn't want to admit all the mistakes which would in the end lead to all these new scares that would form after this battle. But more importantly, like Monk had guessed. Vatto had some healing abilities as shortly after Monk had retreated away Vatto used his right hand to pull himself up and prop himself against the tree that had Monsks zanpakuto imbedded within it and Vatto even had the nerve to say that he would not let go of his zanpakuto again. 'We'll see about that, Monk thought to himself. By the end of this battle Monk was going to make sure Vatto's blade hit the ground again and if he had to do it with Vatto's arm still attached then so be it. As Monk showed off his strength again Vatto suggested that it was futile and as he throws the bolder Monk notices the unique way Vatto was speaking. It was almost poetic in a dark fashion. But when the final word left Vatto's lips what Monk had feared would happen this early happened. In the next second a pillar of orange spiritual energy burst out from Vatto's position. Monk could easily feel the pressure in this case without his own zanpakuto he knew he was in trouble. Both of them has held there own against the other. But if Vatto could keep Monk away from his zanpakuto the battle would be his. Once the orange pillar had subsided Monk saw Vatto in his ressurection. It was definitely impressive. But monk had little time to gaze at what was about to attempt to kill him. Vatto slashed his zanpakuto down and says something and as he does a wave of energy begins to surge towards Monk. The bolder had done nothing it had simply been obliterated along with the tree. But worse was yet to come. As Monk was about to move out of the way of this Kyohi. He felt heavy and weak. 'Was Vatto spiritual pressure really this high' monk thought to himself not realising that Vatto was using his own ability to sap Monk of his strength and whatever this Kyohi was it was hurtling towards Monk with no sign of stopping as it cut though the white sand. Whatever it was Monk didn't want to get hit by it, but with his strength he would struggle to get out of the way in time. So instead of taking on whatever Vatto's ressurection had produced Monk aims his hand towards the ground on and angle and releases his cero. The blast knocks him hard and luckily out of the way off Vatto's Kyohi. But now Monk was struggling even more with the added blast from the cero and his strength been depleted. Monk quickly flicked his head over to where it appeared Vatto was still hovering. Or so Monk thought. 'That's your loss' Monk thinks as he looks around for his zanpakuto expecting it to be somewhere on the floor by Vatto since the tree it had been stuck in didn't exist any more. But it wasn't anywhere to be seen. Surely his zanpakuto hadn't been destroyed in the blast. He would have felt it. Then as Monk hears Vatto voice it was too late. monk looks up and just as he does he has time to watch his own blade pierce his foot. "Ahh! Vatto" Monk yelled as Monk place his hand on the hilt of the blade. He couldn't waste any time it was now or never. "Si-" but Monk was cut off. Hit by some force which lifted him off the ground and he flew though the air. Crashing though one tree and crashing into another, but not all the way though. Monk could feel warm blood from somewhere, but at this point he wasn't sure where. His head was still spinning after taking that hit. Then his eyes return to his Zanpakuto. "Vatto, you fool, by now you should know I don't need this 'toothpick' I prefer beating my enemy's to a bloody pulp.!" Monk shout as he then yells one final word. "Sin!" And he rips his zanpakuto in two......... Nothing. "What?!" Monk says under his breath. What was happening, why couldn't he release. It felt like his zanpakuto was denying him, rejecting him. Was this Vatto's power and if so how was he managing it. But one thing felt different now. His strength had returned whatever had done that it was gone. Whether Monk had over come it or it had stopped it didn't matter now he had to find a way to release. So since a monk was in a wounded tree thanks to Vatto's attack he used it to his advantage and sprinted out. He couldn't get away from Vatto he knew that but hopefully he could buy time. Then as he runs to the other side of the tree Monk jumps and kicks the tree at its base finishing it off which then makes it collapse. Making a cloud of sand envelope him. Monk uses this as a change to put some distance between Vatto and himself and runs, jumps and uses sonido in an attempt to get as far away as possible. But he'd never out run Vatto and soon stops behind a tree and looks down at his broken zanpakuto and decided brute force was the answer. Monk starts building up his spiritual pressure, continuing to build more and more and more. Until he felt it. The heat in his blade his souls. He could feel the connection between himself and his zanpakuto again. "Now Vatto I will show you, that you have a long way to drag me into despair. Sin!" And Monks zanpakuto erupts into flame and ash and surrounds Monk for a short moment before dispersing and Monks ressurection was complete. His hands and arms (up to his elbow) and feet (up to his knees) covered in a new white Hierro. Much harder than his original and more importantly his strength could now reach its peak and he had one other ace in the hole hidden behind his mask should he need it. Monk was ready to stand his ground. Stepping out from behind the tree he looks towards Vatto. "I don't know what you did, but now this match is going to come to an end." Monk thrusts a punch into the tree he had hide behind and buries his fist inside. Before ripping the tree from its base, placing his second hand underneath and propelling it towards Vatto and shortly after doing so kicks hard of the ground running after it and back towards Vatto. Then jumping a good distance away Monk launches himself into the air before beginning an assault from above. His left leg poised to strike Vatto's head. And even if the attack missed upon hitting the ground the force and debris that would be created would hopefully be enough to keep Vatto at bay. After seeing what Vatto's ressurection was capable of there was no time to fool around. He had to stop Vatto from pulling of anything to deviating. This battle was about to turn into pure carnage. Monk was willing to rip this area of Hueco Mundo apart to beat Vatto.
  7. Upon the beginning of Monks assault the first thing Vatto does is flee. 'No surprise.' Monk thinks to himself after what he had felt of Vatto's Hierro it would not be able to withstand a blade been forces upon it and the fact that Vatto was retreating on proved that more. However Monk was still wary Vatto had proved time and time again that he was cleaver and would use his speed and whatever else he had at hand to force Monk back into the disadvantage. Worst of all for Monk the chase was getting harder, especially with the wound to his leg and slowed Monk down. He needed a good hit on Vatto to even the playing field. As Vatto continues to retreat Monk notices the density of the trees was increasing which he thought was a foolish move on Vatto's part. Hadn't he already witnessed what he was capable of if need be Monk would knock down each one just to get a clear shot at Vatto. Then Vatto makes his mistake and is pinned up against a tree. However Vatto only just misses the blade, but to Monks delight he manages to catch Vatto with the follow up from his knee. It wasn't the cleanest hit or even the hardest but at least it had hit. It was a true shame that the first attack had missed even if it had hit it would have caused nasty damage. 'But there is still more to come' monk thinks to himself as he then forces the blade back down ready to strike Vatto from above. But then it stops. Monk looks towards his arm and see that with his zanpakuto had managed to get his hand lodged within the tree and of course Vatto wastes no time in going for an assault. Strait away Monk could feel the build of spiritual pressure near him and what ever was about to come it would be bad if one he was stuck and two it connected at this range. Looking more carefully Monk could see that Vatto was aiming a punch for his chest and the unmistakable glow of either a cero of a Bala. Monk decided he had no choice. If he took these hits they would give Vatto the advantage. The Monk uses his own zanpakuto which was in the tree as a grip and pulls himself up with as much strength as he could muster. However in doing this Monk only lodges his zanpakuto deeper into the tree, so he no longer had time to get it out. This had been a foolish mistake he wasn't a master in sword man ship he should have stuck to what he knew. Now he had given away a great opportunity to deal really damage to Vatto. So at he pulls himself up and out of the way of the punch and what then was confirmed to be a Bala a it shot off into the distance. So Monk levelled with Vatto's zanpakuto and kicked it into the tree. Burying it up to the hilt. Hopefully Vatto wouldn't have the strength to pull it out. But that would be unlikely, pulling any blade out of a rock was simple for an arrancar. Then using the same force which he had used to kick Vatto's zanpakuto into the tree Monk pushes himself off and retreats away to reconsider what to do. So as Monk lands a far distance away from Vatto he addresses him. "Well that wasn't my brightest idea. Should have just come at you the old fashioned way. Now look both our blades are stuck in that tree. Feeling like going toe to toe with me." Vatto was a great opponents and was worthy of Monks respect and for all he hated to admit it he wasn't a sore loser. But Monk still wouldn't admit defeat. He felt he could best Vatto and there was one key to that. Monk needed his zanpakuto back. So it didn't matter what Vatto's answer was going to be. Monk clapped his hands together and drove them to the earth which connected with a enormous crack, weakening the floor beneath him. Monk jumps back and then digs his hands into the cracked ground and rips up a small boulder which was about the size of a small car. Monk lifts and then launches it towards Vatto. This area would be useful without blades. Monk knew he could cause a good amount of destruction here. Then Monk raises a hand and braces it with the both and begins to charge up a cero. But it would take time. Vatto would easily have time to destroy or dodge the rock before it was charge. But as soon as it was. Which would be shortly after it had reached Vatto. He would fire strait away. It was likely Vatto would dodge and be out of the way of both attacks. So Monk was ready. Vatto was cleaver and used his speed to his advantage. Monk was more than ready for a attack from behind or even clones again. But now Vatto had his zanpakuto back. There was no real telling what might happen.
  8. 'What a load of shit' Monk thinks to himself. There was no way he didn't have regeneration. But if that was true it's was proved by that incredible speed that he did have. For now Monk could sustain and ignore this wounds. To a point, with them been in such a vital area Vatto would undeniably aim for this spot again now that he had opened up, by far his best wound in this spar and since Vatto had decided to aim for the same spot twice it had only made grabbing his blade much easier and Monk was lucky that he had been able to stop the blade in time, if it had slid into the same wound again the damaged would be crippling or at the very least hinder him in battle. Upon Monks hands clamping around the blade, Vatto was clearly shocked by what Monk had achieved. Just another case of us underestimating each other. Monk thinks about the wound he had traded to grab Vatto's sword. Monk was a master at hakuda and yes it was dangourous for him, but it made his movements quick and sometimes like in this case unpredictable. But Vatto was showing more and more of his skill in swordsmanship. Which had lead to this situation where Monk thought it best to remove Vatto from his blade. Just before the Bala discharged from Monks hand Vatto had disappeared. That blink of an eye sonido had allowed Vatto to escape, but never the less Monk had achieved what he wanted in the long run. 'He may have being able to put up some defence against my hand to hand, but let's see how he deals with blades' Monks defensive swing had also worked to his advantage as it threw sand into the air and towards Vatto it had given him a clear opportunity to make his way over to his own blade and soon after the sand had stopped hitting Vatto he looks up at Monk who was now holding both Vatto's and his own zanpakuto. That one sacrifice had now left Monk in a much great position in this fight. But there was one slight problem, Monk had little to no training with duel wielding blades. Suddenly he hears Vatto shouting at him. Looking up from the blades he sees Vatto jumping up on the spot as if he was ready for some kind of boxing match. Monk chuckles and then answers Vatto. "This fight isn't over YET. But it soon will be. I'll do you a favor, that arm seems pretty useless if you can regenerate. Let me help you lose some weight" he taunts Vatto. Wanting to truly test him. Monk spins the zanpakuto so they were facing down running along his arms. Then he kicks off the ground hard. Thrusting himself towards Vatto. Then as soon as he was within hitting distance, Monk goes for an upper cut, aiming for Vatto's chin. Putting extra force behind his thrust upward. His next action was to extend his knee out so that if the uppercut missed then there would be a change that his kick would. Finally once Monk had the height advantage on Vatto he would swing down with his opposite hand using his zanpakuto blade as the base of the attack. Monk very much doubted Vatto would be able to take a zanpakuto with his strength behind it and now that Monk had both the blades in this battle, there was little need for defence and so Monks plan was for full offence. Let alone that orange glow had been removed from Vatto there was a chance he could no longer sustain it meaning he was already pushing Vatto, but Monk would only take advantage of it if his guess was true.
  9. Vatto was certainly keeping calm under the pressure he was under considering the fact that his arm was broken. But it was useful to know that Vatto didn't use the Gran rey cero on purpose and was an accident of his blood mixing in with the cero. But to say that was an accident and still threw out that amount of power. 'Certainly don't want to take another one of them on' Momk thought to himself. "You'll have to figure out how to pull that off yourself, as I'm not revealing anything. However I'm sure your friend Absolon will be able to tell you how to pull one off." Monk says. It would be a fools error to tell Vatto now how to achieve a Gran rey cero. But there was also the chance that Vatto would be able to work it out on his own so Monk would have to be well aware of that. As his zanpakuto would be needed to defend again it effectively. As Vatto says that all the scars on Monks body are proof that Monk could not regenerate, Monk couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Regenerate? Well I glad you pointed that out, but take this into consideration, no I can't regenerate but that's because I've never needed to regenerate all small cuts leave scars but that's all they are. But as for you, your a bad lier. If you can't regenerate I'm sure you'd share the same amount of scars as me, Either that or you've never met an opponent as dangerous as me." Monk was fairly positive that Vatto would be able to regenerate. But it was at what level that he could regenerate. Small scars? most likely. A broken arm? Who knew? Only time would tell, but it would make this battle so much shorter if he couldn't regenerate regenerate. Monks first attack failed to connect, Vatto had easily moved out of the way. But it was as Monks second attack started that Monks saw that his aggression was not needed now and he paided dearly for it. As both blade and Hierro connect first with a clash the added force of Monks kick pushing towards the blade allows it to dig in. Causing a deeper cut than Monk would have preferred and finally drawing blood. "Argh!" Making a quick frustrated noise Monk slammed it foot down and counties with his original plan to swing the kick back and hit Vatto. However all Vatto does is simple jump over it. Vatto once again proving that the speed deference in their attacks and defence was great, simple up front attacks where not working against him as he was quickly able to block or dodge them. At least if he would make a clean hit on Vatto, Monk knew that he could cause some serious damage even if his Hierro was slightly harder than Monk had first anticipated. 'As long as I can't keep track of him he can get the jump on me' Then as Monks combo finished Vatto was quick to unleash a quick to thrusts. The first one catches Monk off guard as he had guess with a broken arm that Vatto would have used the opportunity to retreat, either he was extremely confident or fooling. The tip of the blade reaches Monks chest and the single tip of pressure allows it to dig in. Before Monk shifts backwards to remove the blade from the cut and as he pulls back he notices that Vatto was going for another thrust in the exact same spot. "Not this time!" Monk shouts before raising his hands leaving them flat and claps his hands around the blade, like an iron vise it stops the blade before it reaches the cut in his chest which was similar depth to the one on his leg, perhaps slightly shallower thanks to Monk pulling back, unlike his leg which had not only hit Vatto's swing but had the added effect of Monks kick behind it. But know Monk had Vatto where he wanted him, face to face again and at this moment Monk noticed that he could sence Vatto's spiritual pressure again and the orange glow that was there, was now gone. But Monk still found it hard to believe that Vatto's power was to simply hide his spiritual pressure and having never come up against him before, what was he supposed to look for. 'Changes' Monk thinks he need to see what had changed since Vatto had gain and now lost the orange glow. Speed, power anything that might have been effect. 'I'm positive that I wasn't effected in anyway by the orange glow from Vatto, so the effects must most likely be on himself'. He thinks. Now Monk had a theory, he just need to find a way to test it. So tightening his grip around Vatto's zanpakuto with his right hands, keeping a firm grip on the blade. He removes his left hand, upon removing his hand be instantly began to charge up a Bala in his left hand, then upon it becoming charged to Monks liking he fires it towards Vatto's chest. His intention wasn't to hit Vatto with it, just to remove Vatto from his blade, but if it hit it would be a plus either way. But to force Vatto into a situation where he had to fight hand to hand was a fight Monk would dominate. If Monk succeeded in getting Vatto to abandon his blade, Monk would grab the hilt and make a quick horizontal slash for right to left and would then jump back and go to pick up his own blade, so that Vatto wouldn't be able to use his own zanpakuto again him. However if Vatto held on or managed to retrieve his blade and the Bala missed then. Monk would keep to his original plan and use sonido retrieve his own zanpakuto which was a good 20 feet way laying flat on the hard ground. He at least needed to keep Vatto's blade at bay when he could.
  10. Just before he makes contact with Vatto he hears him say. “Do you think because it’s bigger that you will have better results? What a childish way of thinking" . " it's already made the difference" Momk said as his kick connected with Vatto. Both Vatto and Monk where making foolish mistakes again and again each time because they underestimate each other's abilities. Monk had underestimated Vatto's speed, his strength and most of all his Hierro and Vatto had underestimated his strength and the fact that Monk had fought may battles. As Absolon had stated when they first met, knowledge is power in it's self and Monk knew how to use his years of experience. 'never the less there is always room for improvement and not revealing your position by talk was one.' Monk thought annoyed at the fact that Vatto had the chance to block, but even upon connection he had being met with the familier feeling of something snapping, which he presumed was Vatto's arm. But he wouldn't wait around Absolon had asked for a fight like our lives depended on it and if that is what he wants Vatto will have to suffer more broken bones. Just as Monk had begun his pursuit of Vatto had was getting ready to thrust his sword towards his he was caught off by the fact Vatto did not stop upon hitting the tree but in fact broke though. Meaning once again that Monk had underestimated the strength of Vatto's Hierro who would have thought it strong enough to get though that, but at the strength that Monk had kicked him, will have also aided him going though. As Monks pursuit continued towards Vatto who had now just hit the ground. Which was suspicious, why had Vatto not attempted any sort of defence against Monks charge, but if he was able to get this hit in because Vatto was incapacitated then Monk would surely end the match if he was able to pierce though Vatto head. He'd won, Monk was so close now and Vatto had attempted nothing. Which was disappointing from a hollow as skillful as Vatto, but this was where this battle ended. Or so Monk thought, only five feet away from Vatto had raised his hand and the orange orb discharges and becomes a wild beam which started streaming towards him. But Monk zanpakuto was already raised and so he swung into the cero. But something was wrong as soon as he made contact with it. 'A normal cero isn't normally not this dense' he thought as he tried to cut though the orange beam towards Vatto. But thinking back, he had fired a cero before. 'This isn't an ordinary cero!' As Monk realised what he was dealing with the force of the Gran Rey Cero blasts his zanpakuto out of his hands. "Gahhhh!" Using what little time he had left he thrusts his weight to the side, but was still caught by the great orange beam as the remainer flew higher into the black sky. Giving himself a moment to view the damage he sees that the clothing on his left leg about up to his thigh had been burn away and had left a burning scar on his left leg, but had not caused bleeding or digged to far into his Hierro. 'Is that all a Gran Rey Cero can muster' he thinks as he looks toward his arm which the sleeve had been totally destroyed up to his shoulder and a similar burn remained on his left arm. 'who am I fooling, just one more scar to the gallery, but this one is worth showing' monk was glad he was able to get out of the main blast, if he had taken that directly he wasn't sure what kind of damage it would have left. But it wouldn't have been good. After surveying the damage that he had sustained he turns towards Vatto, who had not retreated as far as Monk had expected, but then notices his right arm was limp by his side "Haha, did that hurt Vatto, just be aware that will not be the only broken bone you receive, but that. Monk stops and points towards the burn on his left arm. "That Cero was something else, my journey has taken me to many places, but I've only seen one other cero like that" back in his days in that old division. "I'm truly glad it didn't hit me directly, but why couldn't I sence something so dangourous, would you mind telling me? Or perhaps I should figure it out." Monk chuckles again. As he grabs the left shoulder of his white kimono with his right hand and rips it off the top half, revealing his hollow hole which resided in the centre of his stomach and also showed the great number of scars which he had obtained though battle. This was simply to intimate Vatto after he had taken the hit and also to remove something which was only going to get more destroyed. 'These are the battles that I have won and survived' was what he was proving and this battle would become another tale on his body and what a great one it would be. After pausing for a moment giving Vatto time to take it in. Monk dropped the top half of the Kimono and sprinted towards Vatto, he was going to show no mercy, Vatto's right side was now slightly more vulnerable. Vatto would most likely guess this, but Monk would try his best to counter that fact. As he drew closer to Vatto and then finally hit combat range he raised his right arm rapidly and was aiming for Vatto's wrist in an attempt to knock his zanpakuto out of the way and to make it took like this was the side he was attempting to attack. Once this attack either succeeded or fail Monk would quickly side and follow up with a spin kick coming from his left leg and aiming for Vatto's already injured arm and once again if this attack fail or succeed, as his kick finished he would slam it onto the ground and spin the opposite direction and aim his heel for Vatto's knee. Know Vatto was weak this was the perfect opportunity to gain the upper hard, quite literally 'kick him while he's down' Monk wasn't expecting much retaliation at this point in the fight, but he had noticed that Vatto had no scars upon his face, so either he was very lucky or had some sort of healing factor, but how strong was it? And how bad was the damage? So Monk decided it was better to hit him now, while he was weak. Giving him little time to concentrate on the healing of his right arm.
  11. As his blade was getting closer to Vatto, before it reached him Vatto had parried Monks zanpakuto out of the way and as his fist was coming in at the same time he could feel that Vatto had knocked it off his original course and managed to lock his hand around Monks wrist 'So he also has some good sword play and some hand to hand combat and even more intriguing, before I even cancelled my cero Vatto seemed to pay very little attention to it' he thought as both his attacks where easily block by Vatto. Had he known that Vatto was going to block these attacks Monk could have put a larger amount of strength behind it. But this was enough to show Monk a estimate of Vatto's strength. He would do similar in a moment if he could keep close to Vatto. Vatto had already stated that he was going to stop underestimating him, but Monk could neither under or overestimate until he knew what he was dealing with and the only true way he was going to achieve that was by pushing Vatto to his limits which ment he would have to pick up his own game. 'But who would have guessed that his Hierro would be this hard.' Monk thought as he had been able to have a good estimate as his own fist made contact with Vatto's arm, but to walk into the attack itself, was reckless even for someone with a tough Hierro. "Odd Vatto there are very little people that would want to get close to me in a fight" he says as he was more or less face to face with Vatto and even this close Monk was totally unable to sence Vatto's spiritual pressure, but Vatto was wasting no time and gave monk no chance to let him begin a beating on Vatto and even though his attack was simple, yet so very dangourous to Monk. Vatto had pulled Monk towards him and had advanced a headbutt to the very centre of Monks mask and with a Hierro like that he would shatter it. Monk had but a second to try and shift his head as he tried to move it towards Vatto's hand which was holding his own. but he couldn't clear it and the attack landed on the top left of Monks mask. Cracking the top left of his mask begins to crumble away and light from the moon of Hueco Mundo reaches his face once more. Shocked, Monk was practically unable to react to Vatto's next attack as he was drop kicked and sent flying backwards into one of the white trees. Grunting loudly as he hits the tree with his free hand he goes to rescue the rest of his mask. Falling to the base of the tree he lands on his front. 'It's gone, it gone, after so long, it's gone, why, why now, I can beat him and I let him do this. The one thing after all these years' Monk thought as he stabbed his zanpakuto into the ground. Monk yells as he smashes his free hand onto the floor, but as the yell continues it evolves into a laugh and he pushes himself up onto his knees and then stands to look at Vatto. Quickly re-adjusting the remainer of the mask so that it stayed Monk lowers his hand from his face and stops his maniacal laughter. A full quarter had been taken away from his mask, revealing his left eye which had a scar running across the skin and another scar which ran across the top of his forehead and clearly ran to the right side, but as of yet could not be seen. He looks at Vatto with his blue eye which was full of regret. For all his Hierro was strong and he could be punched kicked and thrown against walls all day and could fight back even harder. But if he had to deal with someone who was skilled with a blade, but for now his Hierro had held up against Vatto's hand to hand combat. But it seemed odd, Monk had presumed after Vatto had such a good success the last time he used his blade he would have used,it more.... After a while Monk speaks "Your right... Vatto I have being underestimated you. It's about time I stopped fooling around, you've proven you are a worthy opponent." Monk pulls his zanpakuto out of the ground and turns towards the tree that Vatto has kicked him into. "Oh and one more thing Vatto, thank you for pointing me towards Las Noches. So shall we let the real fight begin." Raising his blade a thin streak of white hair fall from inside Monks hood. Then gripping the handle with both hands he swings horizontally at the base of the tree. The drag of the tree slows down his blade, never the less it made the base of the tree weak enough for what Monk wanted to achieve. Quickly using a short burst of sonido he moves behind the tree, the opposite side of Vatto, know that he had practically choreographed what he was going to do, he was hoping to push Vatto out of his comfort zone by doing this. There was yet to be an arrancar which could match his raw psychical strength and he would not let Vatto get the better of him either. Walking several feet back, he begins with a quick jog on the spot, then begins a full sprint towards the base of the tree, as he finally reaches it he pushes his right shoulder in front and it connects with the tree. The tree shunts forward and off the base, recoiling, Monk jumps back a few more feet and prepares to give the tree its final push. With the small momentum that was there sprints once again jumps and drop kicks the base of the tree, sending it upwards and towards Vatto, however unlike the half of the tree he had thrown before this full tree was tumbling through the air and could even have a chance of missing Vatto, but he had to give it a shot. In the short time he had left he runs towards a tree to his side and begins a rabid climb up, digging his zanpakuto in each time he had the chance, once he was reaching the right height he pushes off to a tree that was positioned behind Vatto and pushes off that tree and propels himself towards Vatto and as he got closer his bloodlust began to rise for the hollow, who had removed his mask. As he gets closer to Vatto he shifts his body weight hand begins to spin horizontally and continues the motion, pick up momentum he extends his right leg. "Let's see you block this!" Monk was very confident in his own ability this time, whether it being the blood lust or the fact he knew he had never met a hollow stronger than himself, was he going to be proven wrong today, by this hollow. He was planning on making this an extremely devastating move, his plan was to kick Vatto into the tree that was moving towards them. If Vatto was hit by the kick and was knocked into the tree Monk would follow in with his zanpakuto and lunge for Vatto's left eye. A small target, but it would be revenge for destroying the top left portion of his Mask. But if Vatto used his speed to get out of the way of Monks kick, he would use the momentum from the kick to stop the tree from hitting him. He had now seen what Vatto was capable of. No one had even being able to damage his Mask. But him, this would be a fight in which he could enjoy using his strength. Now it was Vatto's turn to fear Monk for the beast he was. This was no simple spar anymore, this was a grudge match. But even though he hated Vatto for what he had done, he respected him. Was what Vatto said right, did he really want his mask removing all this time. Was he finally bored of hiding. To act against the gotei. 'Yes!' He was bored of hiding, now was the time for action, but first Vatto. Vatto was his only goal now and he knew this fight was going to only get better.
  12. Amused by the sudden crash and resistance from the other side of the tree and then the cursing of his name, Monk presumed that his original plan had worked and he had made contact with Vatto. 'So, you really are all speed' Monk thinks as he was about to apply another punch to his side of the tree to speed it up more in order to damage whatever they might run into. But before he had even begun to pull back his fist in order to act out the punch. Vatto had gone. Completely, no spiritual pressure from the other side of the tree where he had been no more than a second ago. 'Impossible' thought Monk. 'Surely he's not that fast'. But if this was Vatto's true speed it was something to fear. But why couldn't he sence his spiritual pressure. Monk begins to look frantically around the Menos Forest in an attempt to find Vatto. But he was no where to be seen. Suddenly Monk lost his grip on the tree, but it wasn't that he had lost his grip on the tree. It was that it had been broken into thousands of tiny white splinters and thought the splinters he could see an orange glow. So Vatto wasn't all speed after all. Monk shot the Bala though the splinters towards the orange glow which he pressumed was Vatto. But if it was true that Vatto not only had speed and strength, then that made his swordsmanship his most dangerous tool. However it didn't all quiet add up, if he had this strength then why had he been unable to stop the tree or at least have been able to put up more resistance than he did. Nothing seemed to had up at the moment. Was Vatto fast, strong, both. But the glow had to be from something. But what, it was clear that Vatto had dodged his Bala as he had heard no explosion of contact. As the splinters finally reveal a path through them, he is able to confirm that the orange glow is in fact coming from Vatto. Which Monk found confusing, if he could see this orange glow then why was he unable to sence any spiritual pressure coming from him and as he hears Vatto say "I've clearly underestimated you, but I won't make that mistake twice" he was gone again. "More disappearing acts Vatto don't you think this is getting boring" he says in an attempt to mock Vatto. But it soon turn out that Vatto was not hiding and was in fact moving st incredible speed creating multiple of himself, but where was he going to attack from. These where simple tactics, but it wasn't the easiest thing to counter, he could chase one of them and it could easily be a fact. His best option was to wait it out and defend himself. 'Come on, come on, which one is it gonna be' his head flicking to each Vatto trying to figure which was the one that was going to attack. But, it wasn't a action that gave Vatto's attack away, but a sound. 'Cero!' The unmistakable sound of a cero come from behind him. Monk whipped around to see the crimson beam coming towards him. He hadn't been given much time to deal with it thanks to the distraction of all the duplicates, never the less he could deal with it to the point that it would deal minimal damage. He extends his fingers and pulls his arm back, before thrusting towards the cero and extend his arm. Monks plan was to allow the cero to cause the pain amount of damage to his hand so that it acted like a blade and spread the blast and as he was about to come into contact with the cero, it never came. "What!?" He hadn't been mistaken it was a cero that he could be sure of. 'An after image itself?' Vatto could achieve that with his speed, a fake cero, but if this was the distraction, then where was the attack coming from. Then Monk spotted an orange glow just above is head. His blade only a few feet from cutting Monk. The cero was certainly a clever distraction, faking such a large attack to be able to get a clean and almost easy hit. Monk shifts his already out stretched arm and moves it above his head on an angel so that the blade would run the length of his arm and not cut into it. And just as he had move his arm into the right position the blade connected starting at his wrist sparks begin to fly of his Hierro as if his skin was made of iron and the scraps all the way down to his elbow and as the full force of the attack was realised Monk found himself rocketing towards the hard ground of the Menos forest and landed with a crash. Laying there for a moment, Monk paused. "Hah, that was some impressive strength Vatto" slowly getting up he takes a look at his arm and from his wrist to his elbow there was a long scratch. "I'm clad I took that on a slant than dead on, could've been a lot worse... But if this is your strength why weren't you able to stop the tree strait away?" Monk questions. He doubted Vatto would tell him the truth. But what Vatto said could certainly give him a clue as to what he was fight. Focusing on his next move Monk begins to make his way over to his zanpakuto, which was laying lonely on the ground. "Let's see how much strength you really have." As Monk says this he begins to channel spiritual pressure to the palm of his hand and begins to charge a cero. Then jumping off the ground he uses an extra boost of sonido to help him finish half way up a tree, which he then uses to push of strait towards Vatto, cero in his left hand and zanpakuto in his right and as got to about fifteen feet away from Vatto he stops charging the cero and let's it cancel and instead begins to swing inward with his left hand cupped towards Vatto's side and at the same time swings his zanpakuto to the other side of Vatto. If Vatto attempted to dodge these attacks as Monks hands reach the centre he would swing diagonally from south to north. If it's was strength, Vatto would be able to stop both these attacks if it was something else he would most likely have to dodge. Hopefully Monk would not end up the same way the tree did. But if it wasn't strength, then what was it. Monks plan was simple, just like every opponent that displayed physical strength he would over power them until he crushed them. He had no special abilities to show off, not in this form, but Vatto didn't know that and Monk could use that to his advantage. His strength and his technique where how he always defeated his opponents and even for someone as fast as Vatto he would be no exception.
  13. As Vatto side stepped to avoid his kick it was all the more obvious that Vatto's speed was not going to fail him and would make him all the more troubling to hit. What Monk had attempted was risky and now he was paying for it with Vatto launching his own kick towards Monks left side. And as his blade narrowly misses Vatto's head he gets some amusement out of the jet black hair falling into the sand. Before he allows the kick lands, knocking him away from Vatto. As it was a good opportunity to re-think how he was going to deal with Vatto. So using the momentum that Vatto's kick had given him he pushes his right hand into the ground and forces himself into the air and narrowly misses a Bala, then landing on his feet he turns to Vatto, who was now stood atop one of the branches of a tree and begins to taunt Monk, who was slowly losing his temper with Vatto. Monk stares at the ground as he continues to listen. His mask, was a hindrance as much as it was a blessing to him and Vatto was exploiting it. "I'm going to enjoy tearing you limb from limb, Vatto. I'm going to crush you bones until they are mistaken for the sand of Huecos Mundo" if speed was all Vatto had to offer then fight would still be his. His original plan was to keep Vatto from attacking keeping up close, but with his speed, he could easily retreat or counter if it suited him. "Tell me, Vatto? What do you think I hide behind my mask; something I'm ashamed of, a secret. Like many fools your interest has been proven. I know this is your target now, but do not think I will give my life to protect it. But I will make you pay for it." So Monk then takes a step forward. He had no plan, he was forcing the battle field from his vision and only one target remain. Vatto, his hatred for him was growing, but he had to remain calm otherwise he would become unfocused. The one thing he had kept secret for years and THIS hollow was the one threatening him. It couldn't be allowed. If he couldn't best Vatto then coming to Las Noches was a waste of time as he would have proven nothing. Taking another step forward, this time digging his foot into the sand, he then pulls back and launches himself towards the tree Vatto was standing on. Having almost reached the tree he looked up and prepared to jump, but was stopped by half a tree falling towards him. Vatto had slices straight through the other tree next to him and it was now falling toward him. "Do you think this meagre thing would slow me down Vatto?!" As he raises both his hands above his head and catches the falling half of the tree, forcing him to squat to stop the momentum of it falling. After it had stopped falling he stand strait and from memory throws it in the direction that Vatto was stand atop the tree and shortly after throwing it he jumps after it lunging into it with his hand, speeding it up and locking Monk to its side so even if Vatto broke it, Monk would be ready with the next attack. As he was already charging up a Bala in his free hand. If Vatto chose to destroy the tree Monk was holding onto he would use the speed he had gain to fire the Bala stait towards him. If Vatto had chosen to move he would fire the Bala towards him and use the half of tree in another way. He had to think differently for Vatto. Monk had fought fast opponents before, but nothing this fast and like he was attempting now he was trying to catch Vatto off guard or at least something to throw him off. This empty area was hardly the best to improvise with when you had very little to use.
  14. "I agree, it's about time this battle begun" Monk replies to Vatto. Pleased to hear that he wanted to settle the rest of there argument though battle. As Vatto continued Monk then adds. "I doubt you will learn much against me Vatto, my fighting style yes, but if you wish to learn what I want or you wish to know how I feel, it is unlikely. I have never let my emotions sweep through my blade and I will not allow it now." Monk spoke the truth as he never let anyone too close, as emotions could lead to weakness being discovered and then exploited. To keep them safe was as much a priority as keeping his physical body safe. Monk had already figured that Vatto was a fast individual, but what he used along side that was a mystery. Monk could only presume that Vatto favoured his zanpakuto. Monk watches as Vatto unsheaths his zanpakuto and in its own way the zanpakuto was very beautiful in comparison to Monk, withered looking guard and plan hilt. Perhaps it was like this because he rarely used it and the blade itself was as lonely as he was sometimes. Monk found himself drifting before he heard Vatto say. "Ok, I'll go first." Which then brought Monk back to the fight. Vatto began to squat down and in the next moment Monk was watching the sand part as Vatto's speed was revealed. Then Vatto began to slash down. It seemed to simple for someone with so much speed, he had expected Vatto to come from behind or at least throw him of with a change in direction. So Monk prepared to simple block the attack, but a fraction later the true attack was revealed the attack was come from below. 'So he did use his speed to throw me off, but I didn't expect afterimages' it wasn't something he hadn't seen before, but he didn't expect it so soon, so early into the fight. Monk refused to allow such an early attack to connect, but something was wrong, if Vatto was this fast, why would he not exploit it to throw Monk off, why get so close to an opponent you knew nothing about. Monk couldn't be sure, but would not retreat and so swings down in the opposite direction, blocking Vatto's assault. Then Monk could see what Vatto was planning. Vatto's free hand lunges for his mask. So using his own free hand Monk blocks Vatto's hand before he could reach the mask. "I thought I said Vatto, I would make your life not worth living" he may have used up both his arms, but Monk was well used to using hand to hand tactics to destroy and throw off his opponent. So Monk jumps a short distance off the ground and as he drops the ground he extends his legs in an attempt to hit Vatto's head. If this hit Monk would throw hit sword towards Vatto's chest and even if this attack forced Vatto to retreat, Monk would still throw his blade in an attempt to catch Vatto. If Vatto's intents where to remove his mask, then.... Perhaps he would grant him such, depend on how desperate he was to see Monks face.
  15. After seeing Vatto and Absolon come threw the Garaganta, Monk thinks about what was said to him by Vatto. It was true only a hollow with both physical and mental strength would be able to make it to Las Noches. Fear of the Espada would keep the weak away on its own. Monk understood Vatto's reason for leaving him in the desert to see if he could make it. What Monk disliked was the fact he was making a great deal out of a point in the right direction. Did he want something back or was he trying to make Monk feel in debt. 'Surely he isn't that foolish' Monk thinks as he looks towards his opponent. It was true that Monk had no idea of the direction of Las Noches until he met Vatto and he was greatful, but he would not bow down to Vatto. 'Perhaps depending on the way this battle goes down, I may thank him.' He thinks before answering Vatto's second question. " It would make me a fool, but a mundane hollow did not point me in the right direction. You did and for all your imperfections, you a far from mundane and I am no fool for following you, after all look where it got me." Monk started to get the feeling that Vatto wanted something from him, if it was merely a thanks then Monk would comply. But anything more seemed to much. For a moment Monks thoughts drift, and he looks towards the white tips of the trees and remembers the day of when he himself was a Gillain. Many, many years ago when any hollow on a Gillian level would most certainly be classified as mundane. Monk did not share the same 'love' for the hollow race that Absolon did, however he respected each stage of being a hollow and knew what it required to get though each stage. In most cases you could say it took recklessness often fighting hollow stronger than you where to gain more strength and it took even more to be an arrancar. Without a goal an arrancar was no better than the minor hollow. As they may as well be a shell, mindless and empty. Monk would not sit and watch the world go by. He would not remain in the mindless and solitare state that he had before, when there was much he could achieve if he had the motivation. Knowing this Monk had reason to be curious of both Vatto and Absolon, as he couldn't be sure of there true intentions and being arrancar it was possible for them to have techniques and abilities unique to them. Monk turns his head to Absolon as he hears the Garaganta close and hears him say that this area was far enough away. Which at the same time wondered why Absolon was so desperate to repair and keep Las Noches safe. It was a fortress a few battle scars where nothing to be ashamed of. Monk had called Absolon a coward but only to try and force an answer out of him, perhaps the rebuilding of such a great structure had greater meaning behind it that Monk could not think of. Thinking this he then notices his zanpakuto being thrown towards him, which he extends his arm out to catch. "Good to have you back old friend" he mutters under his breath as he places the blade in a defence position in front of him, keeping his left hand free. "I may be confident without a blade, but it is better to fight with a blade than without." He replies to Absolon wanting to keep the fact he had an extremely tough Herrio a secret for now. The last thing said to Monk and Vatto, makes him tense his muscles testing them out before the fight. "Ha, I might be slightly rusty, it's been a while since I've had a worthwhile fight, but it won't take long to sharpen me back up, as long as Vatto's up to the task" he says sarcastically, before adding. "After you, Vatto" he says, preferring his enemy to attack first so he had a chance to gauge how stone they where and how they fought.