CLASH!!!!! [Carpathian Mountain Range/Forest - Europe]

His arrival into the mortal world occurs in a boisterous symphony of wild ilumination, anima and force. Winds sweep the pines, swaying the lumbering evergreens populating the carpathian mountain ranges, which tremble slightly at the behest of his arrival here, disturbing the tranquility here. Wild life protesting, birds taking to the skies for miles on end. He, the 9' Titan left in the wake, imposing, tall, towering like the very tree's that blanket the lands at the mountains base for miles on end.

"Ha!.......I like it!" Hi nostris heaved in a copious helping of the crisp, clear and cold air here, thinner here, but the frigid flow through his sinuses were no less appreciated or enjoyed and he'd have stepped forward and began his promenade through the wilderness. So very rarely is he even allowed into this world without resistance due to the effect he could have on it, even wit his expansive life span to this point something so simple, and insignificant compelled him more then most would think it should.

His eyes scrutinize every detail this place had to offer. How hard the ground was despite their being little snow here now, perhaps the frigid temperatures at a constant here playing a part. The smell of the pines, how wind moved over them and was constantly changing in direction, the wild life here, even now he courts random event in the form of a Lare Grizzly Bear rising up on it's rear after they both had come into view of another.omulus is greeted with a roar of discontent, while he himself can only laugh audibly at the gesture!!---before his form becamean after image in the wake, re-appearing in an instant around to the Bears rigth side before his left arm comes over an around it's neck, tightly locking the creature within his arms bicep even a it began to struggle, kick and tear at him! "It's nice to see you to fuzz!! Ha!" He'd so carelessly turn and fling the large creature off several meters to his rear whre shortly after he'd garner no further protest, and simply take in the scenery present, and await......whoever.

His initial statement brought a very wide almost sadistic grin across the face of the captain. He never doubted or denied who he was. He never made excuses, tried to be anything else or claimed a fame that wasn't his own. When he was created, there was a purpose behind it and that purpose though largely involved in the assurance of the longevity of the Gotei 13 and The Soul Society a sa whole, but had no barring on his personality or the way he went about things. YES, combat was all that moved him! There wasn't anything else that did so, it was what he was created for!

He was created to combat opponents of magnitude! Shake the mountains and the foundation of this planet with his might! Commit acts and feats beyond measure! Forever linger on the lips and whims of story tellers carrying the legacy of his name on the backs of their praise! Like he does now! [1/**] The ground that was aligned to carry him into this insurmountable act of aggression, was suddenly reduced to nothing. In fact a spacial radius of more then 5 square meters suddenyl--dissappeared--devoured by some matter hungry, energy converter in the form of the 9' Titan, ROMULUS BISON!!

By the time the meeting of opposing forces came full surface he was a glowing mountain of power, brightly illuminating a visible illuminated-miasma of concentrated spiritual energy as a result of the area of non-organic material being converted by him before his right hand would have come up to catch the blow squarely in his palm. The result was nothing short of outstanding. A potent dome of concussive force would have been sent Omni-directionally. Stripping and snapping tree's in it's wake, throwing terra-firma asunder, the sounds of this epic CLASH sending tremors for miles! And he revels in it!!

He laughs soundly, although the stinging sensation at his hand from the amount of power he was resisting grew steadily, he only welcomed it! Even as the nature of his being continued to engorge itself, steadily inflating his own levels of resilience and power, abating the sensation at his arm now in wake of a slowly inclining level of potency.Even while having a latency to when he'd finally release the fist, the residual force and the vacuum it had in tow would ultimately back him up ferociously. The balls of his feet dug trenches in the wake of his fleeting position before sliding to a stop more then 100 meters from where he once stood!! He said nothing! Only smiling sadistically still at his aggressor, pleased to high hell with what's being presented to him now.

And his opponent was graciously relenteless, as not more then moments passed before a torrent of obsidian flame would have hit and washed over him, like the hot solar winds of the sun! But where as items of lesser endurance and durability would falter under the intense heat and staggering forces---he endures![**-2] He prospers! His eyes, like jewels from the pits of hell starting to glow feverishly, as was the trend with the rest of his body now sporting a rising aura! His constitution, bones, skin, muscles, his anatomy in general becoming increasingly denser and more resilient over the course of those two actions to the point where he stands at the attacks end----a chuckling mad man! His final words fell on Romulus Ears and he finally had dialogue to present back to him, "Who am I to turn down an invite to a party!"

Now the ground beneath his feet, had become an explosion of debris under the force of his leap forward, legs powerful enough to have him cross half the distance between them in mere moments, even without the usage of a Flash-Step, only after that half way mark would he have done so, putting him right in-front of his opponent before delving an over-hand right over and down to the lower jaw, with enough force to put a laceration miles long across the mountain range, and aspired to break that same jaw if awarded maximum success!

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BOTH of their foreheads would clash with the other---and the resulting force was nothing short of astounding. As if some nuclear bomb had been detonated the area around them would be subjugated to absolute obliteration. Land masses, sheer tonnage, being disheveled in a manner that would require maps of these lands to be redrawn outright. Wailing winds and wild waves of force rushing in all directions away from the point of impact, stretch for miles on end where would be populations become uneasy at the presence of tremors being felt quite literally dozens upon dozens of miles away. And at the center of it all, Romulus couldn't feel more alive right now! When his head met with that of his oppositions he had nothing but a Sadistic Smile and a hearty laugh to offer him even as he was bruised and injured there! A single flow of blood from where two equally hardened structures had impacted one another. It would be doubtful that his foe would walk away without a matching injury, but it was the least of his concern.

His INITIAL question went largely unanswered, it was drowned out by the hearty laughter of a Captain who quite frankly was to deeply indulging in the pleasure this struggle was awarding him, and so he got no answer from the man at least not one in the form of words, and the Captain would then strive to push his opposition back and AWAY, in a feat of strength in resistance to the forces in play here. He had managed to witness the black strip fall enough to reveal that his opponent lacked eyes, and again, he afforded no answer to the odd questioning that was spouted out before this man began his next attack,---[**2] all the while the Captain's Prominence was continuing to peak an had reached another pleateu altogether. A thick aura of intensity that existed around him prior was even more so the case now! A prominence that would have allowed him to stand there despite the attack and all it's power and raise his left-forearm to BLOCK what was coming! A meeting of magnitude! Shockwaves aplenty and the seething energy from his opponent was literally further feeding his cause!

Blocking it in this manner also kept his opponent at arms length and out of the deep-inside of his personal space which made things adequate for the counter that was executed once his opponent snapped out of his own attack and vied for the back of his head. JUST as quickly that reaching hand would have been snagged at the WRIST by the Quick Captain---who boasted Longer Arms/Reach then his opposition who'd have to extend himself QUITE a ways from where his initial attack was blocked in order to get ahold of his goal. THAT quickly, goals would be re-aligned in Rugals attempt to literally Rag-Doll his opponent up and over and SLAM them into the earth beneath them! The Results would be as most of the acts between them have been thus far---earth shattering, and unfortunately if he was at all successful he'd be spared the Dialogue that would come had he not done what he did.

He DID stand there...and wouldn't press the attack if he was at all successful. What was the reason for this??? Who would know but Romulus who had been engorging himself off anima and kinetic energy from every blow he's received from this stellar combatant. He'd just smile and tower over him, before taking several steps back to give him room to get up...

On the outside this situation looked absolutely grim for the Squad 7 Captain, who's towering frame was sent backward head over heels ONE TIME before he'd have composed himself enough to forge a 3 point stance that would hold for the duration of his travel backwards, tearing the lands further asunder, the struggles of this conflict continuing to reverberate for miles on end as again, maps are re-written with the damage left in his wake. This was struggle, this was contest and aggression, a BRAWL, nothing pretty or gussied up just a nasty conflict amongst men with colossal potency at their disposal! And Romulus was relishing in every moment still! Even as his arm would have degraded under the effort of countering this being outstanding power, sporting terribly injury, his face would advertise a man who was NOT phased by the disposition in spirit at all.

This was in part WHY he gained no answer or responses to the dialogue, it was simply NOT within the mental capacity of the Squad 7 Captain who was to far gone indulging in the pain and punishment being awarded on him. He was to appreciative! To accepting! Drunk off the strain and conflict! The only thing that exceeded his locked train of thought was the fact that if he did something as simple as Draw his sword...........he could have more!! Before, that right sought to collide and decimate the captain, and he'd catch it----he did utter and finally say something, "Harumageddon.....end all things.." And that aura of his....became something entirely. [**] His sword would have been staked into the ground----and his body would have been a proverbial STAR, his body hungrily devouring ambient energy at greater rate, with higher capacity and now a higher saturation point. [2] The amazing power present from the black flame? At least part of it when caught, served as fuel for reconstruction and constitution.

The sinews, tissue, bones and skin of that devastated right hand, would have begun the process of mending , speeding up even after having countered and attempted to LIFT his opposition off the ground--and failing. This caused momentary surprise, and immediately, Romulus became privvy as to what exactly was the primary function of his opponents attributes, but not before paying dearly--being taken and thrown over shoulder and put into the ground with terrible force. Still!! He composes himself and continues to concentrate on the diverting the necessary anima to recover and reconstitute! Even as the knee that came crashing down met with the rib cage--he was spared having all his bones broken!! RECOVERING-while-RECEVING punishment allowed for immense pain without the severe injury! A bruised body! Ribs fractured but not reduced to gravel!

And when he sought to administer the coupe-de gras by firing off this wild energy into his face----he fed the beast. Supercharged his intake. Stuffing him with gobs and gobs of concentrated, prominent energy the likes of which the captain greedily devoured being forced higher and higher [**3] into the tiers of his power reserves! Inclining further and further away from his base. It was maddening. He was drunk off of it all, comatose even, swimming and falling deeper and deeper into an almost tranced state of indulgence into the power being force fed into him now, enough infact to have allowed him near full recovery from injuries at this point AND eclipsing the 75% marker of his total capacity. Was his opponent gambling now? Force feeding his opposition so? Empowering him? Making Bison Stronger, More resilient, more profound in his endurance and mobility now lofting an epic height above his base power.

Consequence will have it's day. This profound level of prominence made Romulus a proverbial epicenter of Quasi-Spiritual Essence, now eclipsing his previous limitations and verily stepping into a domain of power akin to the blind warrior's own---whom if had sense about him, could see this clearly despite lacking the eyes to physically bear witness! The skies cried in fear. His sheer magnitude at this point was enough to create a Semi-Global Electron Arousal event---spontaneously BOOSTING the Ionization present in this Global-Reigon! The Results are rolling super-cells obsidian in coloration for miles on end, and usage of the planets own magnetic field of a super-conducter in which he orchestrates, positions and conditions the arousal of MASS quanities of electromagnetic, spiritually charged energy. By the time his opponent had decided to come down with his master-piece of Spiritual Alchemy..the opponent he was once facing would have changed exponentially and ascended into a tier of power all his own. -----Making his current effort counter productive, it was designed for BISON in a far weaker state.

So when BOTH of the Titan's hands had come up to provide a blockade for the ofensive----the reaction was nothing short of grand. The Epic Force of their collosion could be felt continents away. The Force of the shockwave erupting in all directions dwarfed even the greatest nuclear example to compare it to! The skies wailed, the atmospheric populus of clouds from the lowest point to the stratosphere was immediately vacated and the empowered captain ENDURED!!! Taking what was provided and pulling it into his own, oh yes, now they approached a zone of danger that even Romulus had walked so few times. Where he can feel every fiber and cell of his being stretched and pushed to it's greatest statute of limitations! It pains him even, the heat [**4], the discomfort the unease in channeling so much and the level of prominence he now promenaded through. At the clash's end, Romulus would have stumbled backward, still, aglow with the ammased quantity of every bit of energy channeled by his opposition---and failing to compose himself!

He'd have dropped to one knee. Heaving. Heavily fighting for breath and composure! Crackling eyes of unbridled energy staring intensely onto his opponent, "I've finally got you down....and i'm onto your plan. Unfortunately...someone had the same bright idea you' got now..." He'd raise his right hand, and showcase the beautifully engraved and constructed cuff affixed tightly to his wrist which was brightly glowing as well----and siphoning off and stabilizing the energy amassed by Romulus by preventing it from even approaching the danger zones of his saturation point, but doing NOTHING about the overheating he was experiencing. "My handlers find my gifts scary...kid. Gave me this nice jewelry to keep me from becoming a bigger monster then you are...and trust me...I'm a bigger monster...."

He'd have gestured his opponent to come................Did Romulus Bison have a death wish??????????? He was in no condition to carry on! But had ALL the power he needed to fell his opponent! What was to become of this situation???

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Nothing had changed when it came to the pleasantries. His opponent was way more talkative then Romulus would ever be, besides, he was enjoying himself to much! Getting to intoxicated and ensconced within the welling abundance of energy here for the taking! It augmented him! It facilitated every bodily attribute in his possession and righted wrongs, each second that passed by. His lack of answer, did not create a lacking defense, as he crossed his sword and sheathe together against the force of the titanic blow that followed into and toward his gut. Again, the lands are whipped thoroughly with the results of their clash, and Romulus struggles, albeit less then before, to match the sheer strength in his opponents possession and standing his ground effectively. He'd have been dispatched a few meters again, on uneven terrain, causing him to falter some and drop to one knee all the while laughing loudly and whipping his sword down, resetting himself and again righting his stance once more. YES, he'd had taken damage during the exchange! But he had also GAINED from the collission as well, and so augmented the regenerative process with that excess and managing to mend MOST of his injuries where as he'd have managed to do ALL under better circumstances.

Further dialogue from his opposition warranted no return commentary! Just a hearty laugh! And not to long after that his opposition re-engaged with another physical blow, deftly countered with the sheathe in his left but SURELY, he did not expect the circumstances that unfolded shortly after. The shift in environment was startling. Going from the atmospheric conditions of planet site position to the vacuum of space was taxing on even the best specimens but a grave error on his oppositions part IF INFACT he believed there was nothing the Confines of space had to offer Romulus. Where as Romulus' greatest asset to his power-set was his knowledge, then in space he was a potentially greater obstacle then planet side. Why? There were greater, more exotic matter forms here. With no life or populace to consider? He had no reason for suppressing himself. Gamma radiation for example, an electromagnetic force that can dispatch MILLIONS of organic instances of life, out here...in abundance, could be harnessed indefinitely with outstanding results. Here and now, Moonie, had finally done something that warranted the captains attention and reason to speak. Had he noticed it though? Could he see the facial expression on Romulus? It was almost child like, an excitement even. The way those eyes absorbed the area, it would invoke some concern even, WHY.....WHY was Romulus so happy to be in space???

Finally the captains eyes would rest on Moonie and he didn't say anything.......he only nodded. As if giving him an "OKAY." That was when Romulus would upright himself yet again, holding his sword outright and outstretched toward his opposition and while the words, in the void of space, may never actually be heard by Moonie that wouldn't stop them from coming anyway. Those reactors for eyes would close momentarily, and there was a building, a swelling, a reverberation even. Romulus had been pushed to this point up to his proverbial limit, and brought into an area where he could FINALLY...FINALLY, RELEASE. Central 46...The Gotei 13..had all demanded that the Captain's TRUE intent, his OWN power, never been seen or brought to bear where the lives of others can be callously taken in a whim because of it. FINALLY, here in the void of space, beaten down, pushed to his limits, and DARED to reveal it. He can finally evolve. His eyes would open, and he'd FINALLY give his opposition what it was he craved. His true power. "..........................BANKAI!!!!!!"[/n]-------Somewhere on earth, a child looking into the solar system with his telescope, saw a Super-Nova appear int he darkness. Scientist would gravitate their machines and instruments to that location so saturated with light and alight with anima. Like the BIRTH of a SUN----ROMULUS BISON PRESENTS HIS FULL POWER!!


Light would spread for miles on end, his very evolution, the sheer radiated intensity would match an old star, the Captain of Squad 7 was evolving! His body changing, the molecular density of everything about him, bones, musculature, organs taking on levels of density comparable to some of the greatest metals, naturally and unnaturally occurring , blackening his very skin to the deepest obsidian tones until a gleam of light reflects from that surface, signifying an equally metallic property to it, akin EXACTLY to blade of his Zanpaktou---which reforms as well! Taking on the manifestation of three very large Gem-Like Spheres located within the hilt, the Red one ALREADY aglow and active. After the light show and grand-standing, before Moonie stood the Captain. A Large, Colossus Like figure, with a body akin to his Zanpaktou, obsidian in color, much like his Zanpaktou, still a black blade with three significant sphere's in the hilt. ----But he didn't attack......

[b]"You've gotten me all wrong. I respect strength.......becuase in the face of it, then and only then can I truly be me. Like now. I'm appreciative....who knows when I'd ever get this chance, here and now...with someone else."