CAGE MATCH! ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE?

A crowded arena in the middle of an abandoned wasteland. Thousands gathered at the huge bleachers surrounding the open space where the upcoming fight was to be held. People of all shapes, sizes, and races gathered in the stands to watch what was guaranteed to be a fight for the ages.

An announcer stood in the middle of the sandy expanse between the metal seats, a microphone in one hand, a pair of sunglasses in the other.

"LADIES, GENTLEMEN, PEOPLE OF ALL AGES... ARE YOU READY FOR A FIGHT???"

A collective cheer from the crowd indicated that the hype had worked. The announcer grinned as he spit to the side before bringing his microphone to his lips once more.

"IF THAT'S THE CASE! THEN WITHOUT FURTHER ADO.. I INTRODUCE TO YOU... OUR TWO COMPETITORS!"

With a dramatic flourish of the hand brandishing the cheap sunglasses, the announcer gestured to the north side of the arena.

"IN THIS CORNER... WEIGHING IN AT 'DON'T ASK AGAIN OR I'LL DISEMBOWEL YOU' AND STANDING AT FIVE FEET, FIVE INCHES TALL... THE INSANITY CALAMITY.. THE CRAZY BITCH.. NEMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN CALLIOPEEEEEEEEEE"

At this introduction, the woman herself stood up on the north end of the arena, cracking her neck from side to side as her blue hair swished back and forth around her ankles. Her lips spread into a wide and sadistic grin as she took a step forward, slamming her right fist into the open palm of her left hand to indicate her readiness. A collective mixture of cheering and booing from the crowd indicated who's side people were on. Nemain gave a quick grunt, making a gun-shape with her right hand's index finger and thumb, pointing it at a group of booing crowd members and firing a bala directly into the middle of them, incinerating the lot.

The announcer nodded slowly, as if moving to a beat, before spinning on the balls of his feet and gesturing to the opposite end of the area.

"AND IN THIS CORNER... OUR. FIRST. CHALLENGEEEEEEEEEER!"

With more cheering and booing, the announcer moved back onto both feet in a normal stance.

"LET THE FIRST MATCH.. BEGIN!

The announcer screamed before quickly running to the sidelines, as scared as anyone else to get caught in the middle of the insanity that was about to ensue...

Nemain watched her challenger walk in with a raise of her eyebrow, her lips moving in a pout-like motion as she bounced up and down on her feet a couple times before stomping against the ground childishly, punching at the air before letting her shoulders go slack as she stared into the sky, all of which being the traits of a child throwing a hissy fit. Oh come on! They sent a runt at her? What was this, a daycare? She groaned one last time, a long and irritated sound, before cracking her neck and stepping forward, raising her right hand and stabbing the fingernail of her index finger into the palm of her left hand. She lowered said hand after once she had drawn blood to the surface, holding that palm over the red tattoo on her left him as she smirked at her opponent.

"Now listen here ya little faggot. I'm here to fight, not to babysit no diaper-wearin' sissies! So don't expect me to hold back just 'cuz you wanna be all chivalrous and shit and let me go first! No punk-ass bitch is gonna beat me with that kinda logic!"

As soon as the final word left her mouth, the drop of blood that had trailed down her hand dripped off, landing directly on the red marking as it glowed brightly before disappearing. There was a single second of pause, the air becoming still as complete silence enveloped the arena. And that's when the silence was broken. A huge amount of pure energy ripped its way out of Nemain's body into a column extending up into the air and seeming to break the very sky, sending dust and debris flying in all directions as those in the crowd closest to her were blown backward out of their seats. The bleachers behind her toppled backward and over completely, crumbling to dust on the ground as the full weight of her spiritual pressure was brought to bear once her seal was deactivated. After a moment of this, she stepped forward, all of the ambient reiatsu being blown away as the air was left clear once more. A wide grin spread across Nemain's lips as she took another step forward..

"Here I come, fucker."

And with that, she was gone, her sheer strength driving her legs into the ground hard enough to move her faster than the naked eye could perceive as she moved directly in front of Zeus, appearing with a loud laugh as she shoved her legs into the ground, bringing them up behind her in a front flip with her arms extended to either side before bringing them down hard, directly onto where Zeus' head was in an attempt to drive his face directly into the dirt with the rough force of a meteor collision and end this fight almost immediately. Even if that were to fail, she would then land on her feet, rotating on the tips of her boots into a variable whirlwind before extending her right leg and bending it at the knee, extending it once she came around to Zeus in an attempt to drive it directly into his coeliac plexus, the attack carrying enough strength behind it to launch him out of the arena if it impacted.

"BRING IT, BITCH."

Nemain had fought a lot of people over her time as an arrancar. Strong people, weak people. Short people, tall people. Skinny people, fat people. People who had begged for their lives and people who had never gotten the chance to.

At no point in all that time had she ever fought anyone with this kind of deathwish.

As Nemain's attack began to follow through, she noticed the grenade almost as soon as it entered her field of view. Her reaction was nigh instantaneous, a hand quickly coming up and unclipping a bullet from her top and flicking it in the direction of the bullet before disappearing in a burst of sonido as the grenade hit the bullet. The result was not a general explosion, but an explosion that would then be redirected entirely at Zeus, as the bullet's nasty surprise was that it contained nearly a Gran Rey Cero's worth of force inside that released in the direction the bullet was pointing when the shell was broken. This would be all fine and dandy, normally. But in this case, there was an explosion in the way, and the energy that left the bullet took the energy of the grenade with it, amplifying the sheer strength of it as it screamed toward Zeus nearly point-blank. This would give a good indicator of Nemain's intent here as she reappeared in view a couple yards away, safely out of the smoke and dust as the second grenade went off. Nemain grinned again, giggling like a mad idiot as she took a step forward, disappearing in another burst of sonido.

..And that's when her fun truly started.

She would appear directly behind Zeus, pulling back her fist before aiming two quick jabs directly to the base of the spine, aiming to cause pain and uncomfortability more than anything, but carrying enough force to snap bone if nothing was done. Nemain would then step back before quickly spinning herself forward, aiming a hard roundhouse directly for Zeus' face. Whether or not this attack was blocked or not was irrelevant, as the sheer strength she funneled into this attack was enough to shatter steel or concrete, much less bone or weak weaponry. With a loud cackle, Nemain's sonido would carry her once more. If Zeus had taken that last kick, she would have appeared next to him mid-air, as it would have launched him. If not, she would've appeared directly above him.

In either case, she would link her fingers together into a double-handed fist, bringing it down hard directly onto where Zeus' head would be, aiming to drive him directly into the dirt with a bullet-train's force one way or another. However, this particular punch was vicious because of another reason besides the initial contact. As Nemain had raised her hands, she had charged reiatsu on the end, the blue energy crackling before she had made the attack. Whether or not she had actually hit Zeus with that downward blow, the attack would immediately be followed up and further amplified in potency with the screaming and tell-tale blast of a cero, following the path of Nemain's strike in an attempt to land yet another blow on Zeus if he had been hit by any of the preceding.

"EAT IT, FAGGOT!"