OPERATION: BLAST

The loud mechanical slamming of the Dungeon entrance being denied to him were he the type to want to back out. He ignored it outright. "Tch...". proceeding forward, stepping gradually and without caution or concern. He held discontent for the somber surroundings. Dark. Black Stone, and halls barely tall enough to house his 9' tall frame, or the billowing length of his Captain's Over-coat which filled the entirety of the halls width. He held discontent for this very realm---Power didn't flow abundantly here. There were more specific, complex sources of prominence apparent that required effort to feast from, a far cry from the proverbial buffet that the Soul Society, or the Demon realm provided. WHAT WAS apparent however, was that a task was assigned to him and therefore, despite his discontent, his responsibilities to satisfy the goal allowed him to look past his personal preferences.

Eventually he'd have emerged into a larger room at the end of the narrow tunnel that housed him. Spacious, ironically large enough for conflict should it arise. He'd remain here. Quiet....and waiting.

These doors, it creaked like a melody. Any mortal men who dares to go by these gates would've been fated to death, and this was to test brave men of their adventurous journeys, in exchange of their lives in entering this very dungeon and would be able to retreat whenever they want with their hardwork at stake. Whoever had built this dungeon can be described as a masterpiece, well, a rotten piece of masterpiece that seems to have been left for many years, and it was only recently put up as a request to challenge warriors who dare to take up the mission in search for much higher power. This is their beginning, to this very dungeon. It was hard to describe the energy, or the aura that radiates through the halls of the dungeon, with plenty details craved upon those mighty walls and soaring tall pillars that kept this place in one piece, the only odd about this place was the ominous pressure, a feeling of displeasure even for captains that dared to venture into the halls, it was strong and uncomfortable, and makes one's soul feel like they were being pulled apart by an unknown force from the deepest parts of the dungeon. Bravest ones to scare, timid ones to guess, it was something to think about who had built this thing in the first place, and who was the anonymous request?

Upon the arrival of the new 'guest', he would only meet with a large beast that stands upon this giant hall, an oversized beast soars ten times much taller than the being with a body painted red, his right hand wielding an axe fit for his own size, behind him? Was a door, protected alone by a barrier that can stand even puny attacks from the likes of the shinigami. Had been said, the very beast was large, soaring above the height of the shinigami fairly easily and almost like a tower-like figure that stands above all mankind, his axe was two-sided, sharp enough to chop up even the toughest materials and his mouth? As if the demon was breathing fire itself, exhaling small levels of burning flames from both his mouth and nose, eyes being almost pale red and each footstep casted a fire beneath his feet like it was natural. At first, he seemed like a beast, but to be easy enough to say, for this shinigami, he was easy to deal with, as long as he thinks the right way to deal with it.

"INTRUDER, PLEASE LEAVE OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF DEATH"

His voice was deep, roared fiercely like an untamed beast before he stood with all of his might, holding the axe like it was his own body, eyes would stare deep down to the likes of shinigami before it took a defensive stance. It was preparing itself to fight if he had not cooperated. This was.. the first level of the dungeon.

Romulus' eyes had scrutinized the Demon before him, going over every inch, even so forth as inspecting the Aura he exuded. Dissatisfaction gripped the Squad 7 Captain, his own body afforded no reaction to what was present before him. No Dynamism, no consumption, nothing to sample to even moisten the proverbial pallet which could only mean one thing, to a proverbial Super-Solenoid who constantly dines and consumes on ALL for his own gain.----This creature had nothing to offer him.

There was a stale wind passing through the Dungeon confinements that awakened th over-coat he wore and this was NOT from some movement of air passing from a warm area to a cold, this was literally the metaphysical vacuum of his body's awakening functions [1] Drawing on apparent inflow of aural-mysticism that seemed localized around the Demonic Figure. Stray tails of electromagnetic dynamism began awakening in lieu of this, and very slowly Romulus allowed a single hand to stretch beyond the lengthy sleeves, a single index finger drawn and pointed upwards, possibly right when his opposition had begun to draw breath to power the words of his warning.

The Demon would have uttered the word INTRUDER before a single finger would have swept from left to right, horizontally in gesture toward the creature and while NATURALLY this would be JUST some individual swinging a finger [2] at a giant? When it came down to the Captain it was something else entirely. One of Romulus' legendary claims to fame was an insurmountable amount of Raw Physical strength, the likes of which dwarfed those that would even be of comparable tier and rank. The ACT of swinging his finger would release a pressurized wedge of air, beautifully mated with spiritual energy plucked fresh from his surroundings. This resulted in an energy blade every bit the needed size and potency to CLEAVE this demon cleanly in half---with a speed equally as impressive, if it was at all successful.

PERHAPS his current foe could stop talking and muster a defense despite the quick interruption however, the minimal distance of 10 meters between them and the sheer magnitude of the attack at hand could serve problematic for the low level creature.

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The roars of the dungeon was louder than a bass, each step that overshadows the halls of the dungeon would only leave between an oversized demon and a shinigami, however, one point to make of, is that despite these demons' weak point in terms of spiritual power, it was easy to say that they are always taken granted for as an 'easy target to cleanse' for their own convenience to say so. Simply put, it was wrong to think that such a demon can be killed, even if they have potentially powerful strength above what their own level could do, the only surprise they can be caught with, was simply a surprise. Interrupted, but even a low level demon like him is aware of his surroundings to keep a defensive preparation for surprises, and it was enough to say that he caught it right. Impressive speed indeed, but the early preparation gave him to slam the handle of his axe against the earth, creating a earthquake across the dungeon as light amount of flames was suddenly casted before the base of the axe, that the blast itself was surprisingly, despite given its speed and power that had the ability to cut through his body like a butter, what found surprising was these flames that casted on the air was able to slightly weaken down the pressurized air that was enhanced together with the likes of his spiritual energy.

In fact, the capability of how it worked was a surprising result, especially when performed by someone who are much, much lower level than the likes of shinigami given of their huge gap in power. With appropriate skills used, the flames burnt off the oxygen in the air and produced a gas that is so-called a 'carbon dioxide' by burning off the oxygen in the air when these flames ignited lightly before the base of his axe. When the pressurized air made in contact, its velocity and kinetic energy that sped up the speed and the power of the wind was easily weakened by the burning flames across the axe, in contact with a carbon dioxide would potentially reduce its size and the level of power, and using the basics of friction, the air would simply slide through and across the base of the axe before throwing off to the side of the wall. Leaving potential cracks, despite all of the effort made just to remove one attack, the axe itself was already almost in a broken state due to the frictional force it received from the pressurized wind itself, especially when it is enhanced merely with a spiritual energy.

Raging across the room, the Demon took no waste of his own time before he exhaled a sea of flames from his mouth, of course, it was not a small amount of a blast, instead, it casted the room both of them were in with flames, burning the entire dungeon both of the individuals resided in with an insurmountable number of flames that can simply even melt the toughest materials like it was its daily routine. Even with these flames casted away by the shinigami, it would've heated up the room to the point where metallic objects like swords could burn an individual with a touch, and beings that are not spiritually-enhanced with protection would find themselves sweating profusely under the heat of the dungeon that he had casted on with a sea of flames. No ordeal to waste, during this moment of time, the Demon took the last stance before swinging its axe down right between the eyes of the shinigami, an attempt to slice him into two once and for all, and even using a barrier, he would realise that by screeching through the surface of the barrier, it would've caused friction, which heats up the surface and sparks up very little amount of flames, that opportunity would allow him to expand the sparks into a sphere of fire that willingly consumes the shinigami like a predator.

"FEEL THE WRATH OF MY FLAMES! YOU SHALL NEVER GET PAST ME, YOU MORTAL!"

If it had ended that soon and quickly Romulus would have been greatly dissapointed it. Let it be clear that this Captain is NOT one to ever revel in quickly dispatching opponents. He favored fights that drug out as long as possible. He favored the struggle, power pitted against power in prominence-tug-of-war that didn't end until someone died. Killing WEAK opposition was NOT his way, and had the Demon fell so soon with but a swipe of his FINGER, Romulus would have turned around and left the dungeon outright. AS it seems, he will be rewarded with effort on this day. Provided with resilience in the form of a Demon whom would withstand his attack albeit at the cost of severely damaging it's weapon.---This was acceptable.

However Romulus was quickly discovering that perception was NOT this Creatures strong point.---It had failed to notice the physiological attributes of Romulus whom had been Absorbing ambient matter since he entered, it was only in the presence of the demon had that gotten even MORE obvious, seeing as how the creature was a beacon for demonic anima it was only natural for Romulus' Carnal affinity for energy to gravitate toward that, this fire? No exception. As fast as he expelled it, and it washed over the dark and dank stone innards of the dungeon it would have been devoured, as if pulled in by some unseen gravitational anomaly that directed the inferno toward Romolus' feet where it dissipated and was devoured. He took no harm, no damage, or danger from the act, in fact only his Captains Over-Coat displayed any animation and influence at the forces at play here as it billowed and snapped wildly in the dynamism created by their actions. On the Captains face?? An incredible smile. His face kissed by the orange and red hues of the flames surging forward and toward him, adding to an increasing Aura birthed and isolated around his being.

Adding further to the Captains pleasure he had attacked! Fiercely! Placing the Axe squarely between his eyes or so was the goal had it not been for the massive hand that had caught the bohemoth weapon that SHOULD have taken further damage from hitting such a hardened surface. At this point, clearly 10 times the prominence he held at this confrontations initiation he allowed the energy absorbed to permeate and augment his cellular structure. BOLSTERING it's density, making his skin incomprehensibly harder then normal to the point where an loud CLANG!!!!! resonated at the clashing of the axes edge and his palm. He'd have held the Axe's edge firm, "VERY GOOD!" Before pressing his fingers into the metal affixed to his palm in an attempt to shatter the already damaged Axe Outright.

At this point there was NO FIRE---it had been devoured, and amassed into his already exponentionally greater might. The Creatures weapon had proved ineffective, despite being further damaged upon attacking him, and applying enough raw pressure to break the ground at the heels of Romulus' feet when he caught it. Now he'd hope that this creature was not overly attatched to the weapon. Seeing it break under the attempted pressure would be heart breaking, and unfortunately make him less privy to the fact that there was an after image where Romulus had once stood, and a flash-step had carried him from where he was....to where he stood now.---Point Blank Range with a single index finger pointing mere centimeters from the forehead of his foe. [3]"Hadō #4....Byakurai....."---and at that moment. All hell broke lose.

An absolutely ASTOUNDING beam of concentrated Spiritual Energy in the form of lightning would have let loose from his index finger, at point blank range, to tear into and THROUGH the head of his opposition and quite frankly, considering how much power he has amassed at this point, enough to decapitate him outright! The creature was MASSIVE...to large to hope to avoid cleanly, Romulus was to close thanks to it's own attack on his being for it's success rate to be anything BUT high and had this attempt proven successful..he'd have successfully felled his opponent outright.

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