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Your Waifu    2,616

After creating some distance between himself and his enemy, Irotoridori had summoned yet another javelin-sized heilig pfeil in his left hand. He gripped it lightly as he surveyed his opponent's next moves. Knowing that the dissipation of the heilig pfeil within his opponent's side would cause bleeding, he had hoped to use it even more to his advantage by forming threads upon his opponent itself. This was not to be, however, as the gas that the opponent could cleverly use as both a defensive and offensive tool instantly destroyed the thin reishi threads as it enveloped the Espada. The Arrancar seemed to be unfazed by the blood now flowing from its side as it tore the shield from its forearm, tossing it down. Irotoridori thought that power to be interesting, his opponent creating a sort of biological shield and having the ability to discard it when no longer needed and return to the same form as before. The Sternritter's eyes, not experienced in dealing with his opponent's powers, wouldn't be able to notice the thinning of the gas.

Both red and purple blood was claimed by the shifting sands of Las Noches, the great city growing dark as the shattered ceiling fell as rubble. The young Sternritter took note that his opponent bled purple; he didn't know if purple blood was common for an Arrancar or not, but he thought that it was worth noticing that the Tercera's blood was the same color as its corrosive gas. He did know, however, that even if only for a short time, it would benefit him to slow the bleeding from his side. To do so, Irotoridori slid the fingers of his right hand across the wound, forming threads that would pull the wound shut. It was a painful strategy, but would hopefully help a little bit. Knowing that his Vollstandig would only last a short while longer before leaving him temporarily powerless, the Sternritter knew he needed to take action.

The Quincy commander's lowermost set of wings completely dissipated and his middle set shrunk to around half their original size in a quick moment. The Sternritter used the energy from the destroyed wings to power an assault; one that he knew would require a large portion of his remaining strength, but would hopefully be more than worth the sacrifice. He disappeared from sight in a quick burst of speed, using hirenkyaku to move almost instantly behind his opponent. Irotoridori would use the force of his turn towards the Espada to help as he threw the heilig pfeil from his left hand. As he threw the javelin-sized holy arrow, one could see veins clearly highlighted on the entirety of his left arm and the lower left portion of his face; this was a physical representation of the blut arterie that the Sternritter used to push his physical strength in throwing to its maximum power. Upon release, the heilig pfeil would fly fast and powerfully, hopefully towards the Arrancar's back. The distance it was thrown from was around thirty feet, as Irotoridori knew that throwing it from too far away would give his opponent more of a chance to dodge or block, but throwing it from too close wouldn't give the arrow enough time to build up to its maximum force.

ooc: didn't post anything with Fiehr because I don't like auto-hits.

Abilities used:

Shrift: The Seamstress: made threads to pull wound as shut as he could.

Hirenkyaku: used to move 30 ft behind Typhon, fueled by his destroyed wings' reishi

Blut Arterie: used to strengthen his javelin throw, fueled by his destroyed wings' reishi

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Typhon would eye his opponent while carrying through his current actions, watching with wary eyes as his enemy wielded yet another javelin-sized heilig pfeil. 'This battle needs to end soon...' He thought to himself as he pondered to how long exactly he and the Quincy have been fighting. It seemed far too long, especially since any commotion from earlier that the Espada took notice of has quieted down. Things were silent once more, too silent, and such silence could only strike as one of two things in situation: One is that the enemy conquered Las Noches, taking the lands for themselves and making Typhon the last remaining source of defiance in the area. The other would be that Las Noches would be defended successfully, which to the Tercera seemed rather unlikely due to the.... idiotic nature of the leaders. He never truly liked his fellow Espada when it came to actually doing their parts. He disagreed with the way all of them have done it, including his previous Cuarta Espada, whom of which was probably the only one he liked, but also one that he still held different views from.

Typhon took notice of the many droplets of red and purple blood staining the white sands below them. He never truly did appreciate the beautiful contrast between the crimson color of blood and the white sand itself. It was as though someone had used red paint to take out their fury upon a white canvas. Typhon's own blood however, with the dark purple color it had, didn't match nearly as well as regular blood had. It was like a disgusting stain upon this beautiful canvas, and such a stain shouldn't increase in size. He knew that contrary to the effects Typhon's own blood can do upon another, he would have to stop the bleeding or at least hinder the flow. He would do this via directing his gas to the blood leaking out of his body, causing the particles to begin to consume the liquid, cleaning Typhon in a sense, though as the gas made its way to the wound, it also worked as a form of sealing the wound itself temporarily.

Talk was cheap, and even though Typhon could shit talk if shit talking truly did mean anything in a battle, he held his tongue. To speak was to waste time and leave oneself open, and he wasn't a fool nor a inexperienced in regards to combat. Keeping his attention back onto his opponent the Espada could see his enemy's lowerset wings have dissipated completey while the middle set shrunk down to half of their original size. It was something very odd to Typhon, whom of which prepared himself for what the Stern Ritter would be planning to throw at him. It would be safe to assume that these wings that the stern ritter has act as a power source of sorts for him, meaning that the opponent held with him a limited, personal power source in this strengthened state of his. If the Espada could simply outlast that then he should be able to survive let alone win, but if he takes a more fatal hit than the one before then the Espada would be done for.

Engulfing himself in gas once more as the Espada watched as the Stern Ritter moved like a blur, disappearing with only a small amount visible through his trained eyes, he would be taken by surprise as his heightened senses from being within his true form would pick up upon the Ritter's presence right behind him, causing Typhon to turn around, only to see the enemy get ready to throw his projectile at him. Upon the left side of the Ritter's body would be veins highlighted, almost as though they were improving something within the ritter. Typhon had no time to figure out what, though, so in order to defend himself he would keep his body engulfed in the gas. While his opponent was about to throw the Javelin Typhon himself would move towards his opponent in a zigzag movement, using up more energy than normal in order to hopefully gain a faster start as he made his attempt to close in the thirty feet difference between them.

He would have executed this strategy slightly too late, though, causing the arrow to quickly soar by Typhon as he moved, striking and removing the left hand from the Espada's body completely, leaving a bloodied stump behind. The pain would be quite intense, but thanks to the adrenaline rush that the Espada was on, Typhon hadn't felt anything at first. Acknowledging that his enemy had used his attack, the Tercera would launch himself straight towards his opponent, bloodied left stump no longer covered by the gas as Typhon aimed to strike his enemy directly with it. Reeling his left arm backwards as the Espada moved at full speed, he would bring his left stump forwards, directing it towards the center of the Stern Ritter's chest. If struck, the pain from losing his hand would set in, though the blood the Espada was allowing to flow freely out of him would also get on the Stern Ritter himself, as well.

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Your Waifu    2,616

Kakei Mihaya, body broken and battered, tumbled without resistance from the Himmelslicht. She was bruised and scraped, her arm and many ribs broken, but somehow she still clung to life. The red of her dress, the red of her blood, it all seemed to meld together as she lay helpless on the floor. Seeing through bloodied eyes with a vision blurry and dark, she could make out the shapes of soldat around her. She heard the distorted sound of their voices yelling as she faded from consciousness with one thought on her mind: "had he meant to save me, to hurt me so in order to maintain my life?" Unbeknownst to her, the soldat that surrounded her quickly rushed in to collect her body and rush it to a medical unit. They were now within a secure Vandenreich facility from which the Himmelslicht had been broadcast and the operation's spearhead force had been dispatched. In the room that she had first arrived in, there were numerous soldat dressed in defensive combat gear; it was their duty to protect the Himmelslicht and prevent its collapse for as long as possible, leaving an escape route for the Vandenreich's forces as long as possible before it would need to be closed. The room's structure left only one door serving as an exit or entrance, a large opening that led into a corridor connecting the room with the rest of the facility. Upon entering through this door, one would be on a walkway raised by 3 feet from the room's floor, circumnavigating the entirety of the room. This walkway way approximately 10 feet from wall to railing, with two small staircases leading down to the floor from the room's exit-side. A few tables with charts and machines were located about the walkway, and what appeared to be a large amount of computers and communications equipment would be located in alcoves in the two side-walls. The level and empty floor of the room located in the center would currently hold five Quincy who sat on it in a star formation. These Quincy were using their powers in order to maintain the Himmelslicht between them as they were protected by the soldat, however it seemed as if their power may be coming to an end.

His Commander's loyal servant successfully saved, thrown through the pure light of the Himmelslicht to safety, Fiehr Ringo's full attention was now set on his attacker. With everything happening so quickly, in one moment the conclusion of the two's meeting would play out in an exchange. The Soldat Lieutenant's raised right wrist hit his assailant's left arm with force at an angle to knock the Arrancar's hand from the Quincy's right shoulder, freeing him from his grasp. Fighting through the pain and bruising and ignoring the slight bleeding from the vice-like strength applied to the Arrancar's grip, Fiehr would continue his right hand's movement by bringing it back as his left hand's action continued. With an angry force, yet resolved calm, Fiehr's left fist, enhanced by blut, collided with the Arrancar's blade. The Quincy looked his fiercest, the red vein-like pattern burned passionately on the skin of his left arm, leading up his neck and onto the left side of his face. The force of the Quincy's left fist meeting with the drawing and slashing blade of the Arrancar created an immense effusion of energy in both directions, showing the two men's strength and determination. In a flash, sand burst away from the two as the Arrancar's arm was sent flying up with recoil; the same happened to the Quincy's arm, however the force and power had created slashes on his arm. It was then that the Soldat's plan was made abundantly clear; the right arm that had been sent back came forward, fingers unfurling to toss a ginto vial. With a brief incantation, "A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed - Gritz!", the ginto burst forth into a pentagonal cross that wound bind the Arrancar within a sealed pod. With gratitude and minuscule sense of relief at the Arrancar's incarceration, Fiehr Ringo would look to the battle between his Commander and the Tercera Espada that had torn the roof of Las Noches down, bathing the sands in the pale moonlight once taken from them by the artificial sunlight within the city's domed ceiling.

Having arrived at his destination thirty feet behind the Tercera Espada using the power of Hirenkyaku, Irotoridori Fuzen was poised to launch a full-powered Heilig Pfeil javelin. The signs of his naturally inherent blut arterie were painted upon his left arm as it sent the Quincy's holy arrow forward. The Sternritter had pushed his physical body to its absolute limit with this throw, launching the Heilig-Pfeil with a force and speed at its maximum. This was the full power of a Quincy, the javelin-sized arrow flew true in its mission to defeat the Arrancar's most powerful defense presented in this battle within Las Noches. Immediately upon noticing the Sternritter's location, the Tercera Espada began to charge at him in a zigzag motion, moving unbelievably fast. As the Arrancar burst forward with alarming speed, the javelin-sized Heilig Pfeil found its mark, tearing past the Espada in an instant and flying off into the distance. On its way, the arrow of condensed reishi would rend the Arrancar's left hand instantly from his arm, leaving him with naught but a bloodied stump of forearm where the hand was once attached. The hand tumbled sadly through the dry air of Las Noches, left behind by its owner to fall alone in the now moon-soaked white sand.

Much to the Quincy Commander's chagrin, the Tercera Espada seemed completely unfazed by the loss of his left hand. Thoughts raced incessantly, buzzing wildly within Irotoridori's mind, as he tried to figure out how he had failed and how he could survive the Espada's undaunted onslaught. The creature rushed forth from out of his gas, delivering a blow to the center of the Sternritter's chest with the bloody stub of his left forearm, with such speed and power that even a natural master of blut such as Irotoridori could not hope to properly defend against it in time. For an instant he would feel the caustic blood of the Espada burn his chest before he was launched backwards in an impressive burst. The impact would look as if it made a clear burst within the air around the two as the Sternritter was sent flying straight back towards the Tercera palace. The man crashed like a cannon shot into the base of the palace, causing a large burst of dust and debris. The lonely tower already injured from the Espada's cero and gas previously would finally succumb to its wounds. From the base to the top, the Tercera palace collapsed downward in a cacophonous symphony of abject destruction, leaving nothing but a large field of rubble within its terrible wake.

OOC: I still don't like auto-hits, but it's been 4 months; so Vatto isn't injured in any way, but he is trapped for now so that we can carry on the thread.

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ooc> don't worry about Vatto you are aloud to do what you want to him (capture, kill, torture, ect :yes: ) . I pretty much took a step back from RPing with others and now prefer solo RPs. In other words outside of solo rping Vatto has no meaning to me.

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