Naomi Miyake VS Anastasia El Dante Castillo [Platinum Hearts Tournament Arc]

The sound of Anastasia's psycho-babble was completely negated by the sonic boom created by Naomi's attack, causing her ears to ring a little bit. She let her arms relax and the far end of the pipe to hit the ground with a light thud, and simply stood there while the sky turn brown with dust and mulched earth. Again, she wasn't actually looking at what was going on, but rather using her other senses to sketch a rough idea of the happenings around her. The smell of soil and uprooted plantlife surged into her nostrils once the wind normalized again, and the pitter patter of the muddy downpour would be heard as her hearing returned to her. It was like sand being poured onto a drum, with countless tiny impacts reverberating to her ears. To track her foe, Naomi reached out with her spiritual sense and found her essence soaring through the air along with the hail of dirt. she'd been caught in the typhoon and was giving off waves of erratic colors that suggested she was wounded. Naomi was no master at sensing one's spirituality, but she was more capable than most; she read the colors of reiatsu in order to determine basic things such as their emotions and their condition. With the simple information she'd gathered, she became pleased with her attack having been so effective, as it was a rather lackadaisical attack by her standard... she hadn't even struck her directly, which would have caused leagues more damage to her body.

Anastasia was at the least able to hit her landing on her feet, and hold back for a while instead of immediately going in for the next attack. The deluge of muck would finally slow down and stop, but dust was still clouding the air quite a bit. Vision was hampered and Naomi was a fighter who didn't even rely on such a sense. She didn't take advantage of it though, seeming more than content to just stand where she was with a big grin on her face. She was so pleased with her successful first attack that' she hadn't given thought to what she would do next. She was thinking things such as Whooooaaaaaa~ ...I bet everyone watching is impressed with me~ and Hehe~ ...I wonder if I can get as many fans as Kimiyo from fighting in this tournament~ While she was occupied with her thoughts, she began to doze of a little again, imagining herself surrounded by a cheering audience as she took whatever the first prize for this was—some shiny rock or other. Drool leaked from the side of her mouth and dripped down her chin as her breathing became gentle and rhythmic. She was only vaguely aware of Anastasia's movements, and didn't know that she was taking this opportunity to heal the wounds she'd just been given. Naomi sure was powerful, but she was little more than a toddler when it came to battle tact.

After some time, Naomi found herself being woken up by a funny feeling, as something was repeatedly poking at her body at all different angles. She didn't open her eyes to realize that it was the Arrancar's umbral spears trying to perforate her like swiss cheese, but what she was feeling was causing a delightful itching sensation that rushed through her body light an electric shock. This repetitive prodding was causing her to twitch involuntarily and begin laughing uncontrollably... She thought she was being tickled! The barrage of stabs from the spears kept tapping against her body, but the moment they hit her skin they were immediately halted, incapable of piercing even the outermost layer of flesh. At most, the stimulation caused her to blush a vibrant pink and drop her pipe weapon as she tried to cover her body from the ticklish spears. Once again, Naomi's defense was protecting her from any type of bodily harm. it was the law of Indestructibility that prevented this; a power whose nature was to erase any and all types of physical damage that would be dealt to her form at the expense of stamina. No matter how this opponent tried to injure her, her Indestructibility would make sure that that never happened. It gave off the impression that Naomi had an unbreakable defense, and could not be defeated, therefore demoralizing her foes. It made others thing that she was truly indestructible.

Naomi couldn't stop giggling from the sensual attack by the spears, leaving more than a large enough opening for Anastasia to attack. Her kunai would rush toward what seemed like her vulnerable eye... but she still had her eyelids closed. The moment the weapon struck the thin layer of skin over her hues, it shattered into pieces without leaving so much as a nick in her flawless skin. It fell apart in his hands and crumbled uselessly to the ground, and Naomi didn't even seem aware of the fact that Anastasia had attempted to stab her. So, the combo proceeded with the Arrancar's Cero; a point blank shot into the same eye, hoping this time would provide better results for the woman. The attack charged right in front of her face, and Naomi finally realized that the tickling had stopped. She began to find her resolve again and calm down her breathing, winded from the excitement. To finally see what was going on, she slightly peeled her eyelids open into little more than a squint, revealing her gleaming beryl hues from behind her creamy light skin. Her entire field of view was taken up by the amalgamation of sinister black energy collecting into a sphere right in front of her, ringing of dire intent. Naturally, she was surprised, and could not think fast enough on what to do.

So she didn't think. Her animal instinct kicked in and reacted for her without fully understanding. Before Anastasia could fire her blast off, Naomi's left hand shot up like a rocket to try and grab her wrist. When her fingers latched around Anastasia's arm, it felt more like she had been caught in the unforgiving jaws of a machine that a young woman's grasp. She clamped down with all of her strength, producing a crushing force that would shatter her brand of Hierro in mere seconds, but it was not enough time to stop her from launching the Cero straight into her face. With a loud bang, Anastasia's devastating attack—enhanced by her most powerful form—exploded in her face with all of its might. The dark light encompassed her head completely and utterly... But, that was it. Naomi didn't even stumble back, or twitch. Once the attack had completely cleared, Anastasia would see that her target had come out clean, no different after the blast than before, except for the lack of a smile. Naomi had purposefully taken the attack head-on, knowing she easily had enough stamina left in her stay standing through it. And now that that was over, she would have the advantage with Anastasia's wrist in hand, given that her battle plan hadn't changed in the middle of it.

She began with the crushing of Anastasia's wrist, using her overwhelming strength to reduce her outer armor to mere dust with her hand. Any attack that would be made against her she would just allow to happen, so long as she maintained an iron vise on her wrist. Once the first layer was broken through, only Anastasia's vulnerable flesh would remain, and she would destroy it in an instant. With the Hierro out of the way, the meat and the bones underneath would be turned into mince; broken, decrepit, useless. Then, still holding onto the now-bleeding mess of a wrist, she'd pull Anastasia roughly toward her as though she was going to embrace her, unbalancing her and causing her to fall straight into her soft, large bosom. With both their breasts squished together, Naomi wrapped her arms tightly around the waist of the other woman. At first she was just cradling her, as some would call it a 'bear hug'. But the gentle coddling would quickly end and pleasure would turn to pain. Naomi did not hold her strength back, hugging Anastasia with all of the power she could muster. Crack after crack would be heard, as the woman's Hierro began to splinter, spitting shards out from all over as the pressure ever increased with each passing moment. Then after the armor had broken, next would be the bones. Crack... Craaack... CRAAAACK!

Anastasia had gotten far too close to a fighter who thrived in close-combat, and for trying to blast her at point-blank range, Naomi of course would punish her for that. In the time it took for one to sing the first two verses of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, Naomi's hug will have ruined Anastasia's spine, robbing her of the ability to stand and inducing untold agonies to her senses. Once the percussion of bones being broken stopped, Naomi would finally release her prey, allowing the half-useless body to crumple to the ground at her feet. She'd make no more attempts to attack her while she was in a weakened state, and simply stood above her looking down with half-open eyes. She opened her mouth to speak to Anastasia, but rather than saying a cool one-liner like "Gods don't bleed," or "Never mess with a woman's beauty sleep," as her sister Kimiyo might... she merely asked, ''Diiiiiiiiiid I wiiiiiiiiiiin~?'' and proceeded to yawn loudly.