The Beginnings Of A March. [Monsuta/Defenders]

Dellapero took in a deep breath, his spiral green eyes focusing intently on the adversary amid the sky. Like before he didn't have the slightest clue who they were, the scope of their power or their intentions in all of this. The only thing that mattered was that they were attacking the people here, and as such was the case, the Human vanguard operative would do away with them to ensure nothing further came of the assault. Though the odds weren't in his favor right now by any means.. Not only was he riled up over recent events, but keeping the damage to a minimum in any kind of serious battle was a difficult task. He'd need to get them out of the area to prevent any further damages on the nation or needless loss of lives. He remained still, not offering any kind of reply to Azuma's taunt. When they finally made their move?

He was ready.

The Unknown soldier's eyes picked up on the move in slow-motion. the spontaneous burst of speed from flash step was far different to the eyes of the Human than most unlookers. He could see the line his opponent moved in. They appeared blurred from the speed of the technique, but the only important thing was that Grance could track it. His body sent out commands to move long before the Vizard appeared again. At the moment, his speed and ability was restrained; rather substantially one might add. So long as he could track his opponent's moves, he had more than a chance to evade and counter them! As the strike was thrown, he was already on the move. Sparks of green electricity continued to crackle around his body. He not only had to adjust to his own limitations, but the speed and power of the opposing force ahead of them. This caused his ability to accelerate even further. New sparks burst to life while the man moved to the side.

His speed was nothing fancy just yet, but his reaction time was insane. Dellapero moved to the right, narrowly avoiding the explosively powerful punch. He could feel the pressure of the strike even without being touched by it. One of his twin scarves that trailed behind him was cut in two from lagging behind and the side of his body was an inch away from being cut by the air pressure resonating off of it. The Vanguard operative used the momentum of his evasive maneuver to carry out two more actions. Though he continued to move away from Azuma, his body twisted, arm extending outwards with one of his twin swords in a tight grip. Just before he was out of range, the swordsman slashed the sharp edge of the weapon toward the arm he just avoided. It aimed to pierce the flesh just below the shoulder, digging deeper into the skin with the intent of piercing the muscle tissue of the limb. Regardless of how deep t could cut, the motion continued with the intent of driving the blade across the limb and, in an optimal situation, cutting the muscles in their arm to weaken the limb, or make it inoperable all-together.

A moment later, the momentum of his his leap carried him out of close-range. His feet clashed against the rooftop, slowing him down and bringing him to a halt some twenty or thirty feet away from the Shinigami. Electricity continued to crackle around him, adjusting his body further to the new information acquired from the brief confrontation The strike may have not connected, but Dellapero could still feel the power behind it. Too many direct hits from something like that definitely couldn't be healthy! The swordsman remained still, waiting for his newest opponent to make another move, or continue speaking accordingly. For one reason or another, he didn't want to take the offensive just yet. He took in another deep breath to compose himself. If this were just some regular fight, he could be as rash as he wanted, but there was more than a large population for miles around.

"That isn't much better. This land isn't here to be owned by some group and taken over. It belongs to those living here. You're still just ruining the lives of the people here and forcing them into chaos just to expand your power then. As for fighting, this is about as fair as it gets. You're still going to get a beat down by the end of this. "

The Unknown pressed his foot against the ground, ready to move again either offensively or to defend and counter. He was hesitant to go all out in the city though. These buildings wouldn't endure a serious fight, especially between two powerhouses of their respective organizations.

" Now, as much as I'd like to do that, you should know how much damage a serious fight is going to incur. If you really don't want to have to build this place up from a wasteland, I suggest we take this somewhere else first. "

Where that was, he didn't care. The soldier just wanted to be able to fight without having to worry about the entire environment around him for the second time in a row. Of course he could restrain his own power to a safe point, there was no guarantee the Vizard would continue to do the same, despite their last act.

Dellapero could feel the subtle changes in his foe moments before arriving on the scene. The normal spiritual energy he tracked on his way there was tainted, infested by the much darker and more unstable nature of a Hollow. That was something he had plenty of experience with, especially after his recent battles in Hueco Mundo not long ago. It begged the question, what exactly was Azuma? He didn't stick around long enough for a briefing, if there even was much of one to begin with. As far as he was concerned, they were just another Shinigami that had defected from the Soul Society to carry out the ambitions of their corrupt group. He had little experience with Vizards in general, making the duality of energy an oddity he could only recall a hand full of times in his past.

The Human arrived to see the slightly altered form of his opponent's being. The changes weren't as extensive as some others he had come to face in the past, but something was definitely different about them now compared to a moment ago. The changes in their eye, the broken down ground and traces of flames dancing around the ruined landscape. Whatever they were, this wasn't going to be an easy fight. It did little to deter him though. Sparks of green bio-electricity continued too flare violently around him. Their surge had died down since his body had fully adjusted to the restraints in place and allowed him to act at his normal strength. Anything less would be suicidal against someone that could tap into this much power without even dawning their weapon or mask.

He adjusted his posture, feet spreading apart in an optimal stance for quickly moving or holding his ground. The Unknown needed something to get the frustration and sorrow out of his system from the recent madness that had overtaken the moon and Earth. Fightingsome kind of abomination of nature was the perfect way for someone like him to do so. Each spiral iris watched the transcended Vizard closely. He didn't move or even flinch when they charged him. leaping forward at speeds far greater than before. He took in a long breath before the moment of impact, preparing himself for whatever the Monsuta envoy intended to do. He examined every small detail as they charged forward, catching small twitches in their muscle and any other indicators he could find of how they were about to attack. He saw their arm begin to shift just as they entered close-range proximity.

Grance matched Azuma's fist with his own. He could see their punch was heading toward his left-limb. He pulled back his arm to gather a bit of momentum in the split-seconds before impact. While the hollowfied Shinigami may have gathered an enormous bonus in power from synchronizing with their inner-demon, the Unknown had increased his physical ability by multiple levels in a very short amount of time, something that was going to happen again very soon depending how things panned out. With drastically increased speed and power, the Human launched their fist to meet the oncoming strike. A small vacuum was created from the force of the response, drawing in dust and debris from behind him. The added power of his own renewed might to the transformed power of his adversary drastically magnified the destruction of impact. The earth ripped apart, sinking even deeper and sending ripples of devastation outward from the point of impact. A shock-wave composed of immense energy, dust, and debris scattered for nearly a mile. The Human's attire wavered violently from the returned force. His scarf ripped even further, small fragments of the cloth being cast into the wind. He remained completely still though, holding his place without too much trouble. Small burns covered his knuckles from the heat of the twin forces clashing, but they were minor at worst. The devastation died down, the Human's spiral-shaped eyes meeting the Dark's in close proximity for the second time.

"Sounds about right."

Dellapero took a step back, the sparks around him reduced to a few scattered bolts of energy. His body was as strong as it needed to be for now, and as such his power's effect was ceasing to further bolster his strength. What he had already gained alongside Shadin's unexpected aid was more than ample for now though. The small burns over his knuckles dissipated, a slow, but apparent healing factor of his own taking care of it. Unlike most forms of regeneration, this wasn't a medium of spiritual influence. Rather, through his unique and accelerated ability to evolve, his natural healing factor had been accelerated to be tens of thousands of times faster, more efficient, and more powerful than any normal Humans. While still lacking in speed compared to others, its nearly cost-less nature made a big impact over more lengthy battles.

The frustrated soldier watched his opponent carefully as they raised their hand skyward. It wouldn't be too much longer before he was content enough to just start charging them and throw all of this thinking out of the window. He wanted to be sure what kind of person he was up against though first. That would make all the difference with how far he was going to go to break them down and keep the rest of this country protected. The ground quivered, sinking down under the pressure of his opponent's refined strength. The earth was sinking for almost over a mile, the damages already inflicted by their earlier clash making the task even easier. The world around them darkened, the shadows of two giant pillars of earth that hadn't been crushed down like the rest of the platform surrounding larges areas of this new arena in shade. His eyes noticed the minor changes above them as well, a barely visible force altering the top of the area to cage them in. Whatever power they were using, Grance was more than confident in his ability to break out of he needed to. His purpose here wasn't to escape though..It was to fight and win.

" That is the only way I settle things. Thanks for making it easy for me. "

Zwei was a completely different story just a few days ago. Almost their entire battle, she did nothing but try to lash out against the base and the other soldiers there. It was annoying. Fortunately her comrade didn't share such an outlook on things. He pressed his foot against the ground, leaping backwards several dozen feet to put a decent gap between them so there would be ample time to react to the first attack in their encounter. With both of them having superior reflexes through one medium or another, the gesture was a little pointless. It was the thought that counted though.

"I'm not going to tell the nerd to get in the way again. So don't worry about it. I fight with my own strength...Now, lets get started. "

It did bother him to use someone else's power, especially when things could be resolved without needing to worry about protecting anyone else. In a fight like this? His own strength is what mattered. That is why he so recklessly used almost all of the power Shadin had given him in an extremely overly-costly process to purge it from his system. Thanks to doing so, his own reserves were left untouched getting him to this point. So from that moment on? Everything would be a result of his own power, and only his own.

Dellapero took a step forward, the sunken ground under his feet cracking and sinking even further under the pressure of his Superhuman strength. His eyes were set on Azuma, ready to get to the actual battle that had been lead up to by every short confrontations before it. The Vanguard's Unknown shot forward like a bullet train, a small crater left in his wake as he dashed forward. Of all his characteristics, speed was where he excelled the most! To the normal eye, his body appeared to blur, partial after-images in the form of his body following the arc he moved in. He didn't do anything fancy though just yet. He was running forward to face Azuma head-on. There was no reason to approach things in any other way for a direct man-to-man battle. A powerful gust of wind followed behind him, kicking up dust and shrouding the sunken battlefield behind him. His eyes focused on the target, watching for any sudden moves to evade, strike back, or respond to the direct and powerful assault. Though ready to alter his course in an instant, his plan was to get directly in the Vizard's face with one hell of a strike to kick things off.

Once reaching them, The Vanguard Operative gathered all of their newfound strength, topped by an insane amount of momentum to further empower him, and launched a single punch right for the center of Azuma's face! The strike carried enough force to cause a fragment of the arena to sink even further down, cracks and tremors coursing through the area. He twisted his fist right before impact to add even more force to the strike, a wave of wind moving past the two of them. The arc of the punch caused the air to spin in the same arc, ripping through the landscape in the strike's path. in a spiral pattern. How much damage it would inflict was uncertain compared to the new power his foe possessed, but no matter how durable they were, a direct hit of that caliber was sure to send anyone flying, and even knock them off of their feet if unprepared!