Of Duties and Dangers [Closed]

"Tch!"

Grimmjow was moving quickly, nigh too fast for Marcus' eyes to see during his false release. Grimmjow's moves were barely read as the arrancar rushed forward with deadly claws, Marcus' right arm shooting before his body to intercept the blow, Grimmjow's razor claws making contact with the bladed forearm equipped so conveniently to Marcus' own armor. But the next move, that one was impossible to see, the crack of sonido seemed so fast that it was almost as if the step and kick from Grimmjow were a unified routine in the dangerous dance this cat was playing. He tried to turn on his heel, but his movements were too slow, Grimmjow's kick met center with Marcus' ribcage, a loud clang reverberating off of his armor as he was sent flying towards Shadin's very own attack that was intended for Grimmjow. His mind was thrown into a sensation of overdrive, body thrown into a spin, he kicked from the air, a sudden backlash pulse firing from a last minute sonido pushing him out of Shadin's grasp at perhaps the very last second.

He stood below the scene, chest rising and falling in a ragged beat, his powers were waning, and it seemed Grimmjow was acting the best in the battle. He felt the ribs broken beneath his armor, sharp piercing pains almost bringing him to the ground by simply standing there, but, once again, healing status came in handy as he surveyed the area. As it was, he simply did not retain the power necessary to truly provide any sort of extensive power or assistance to Shadin, Grimmjow was responding all too well. It seemed his tricks were not at their best, it seemed, he would have to take the fight at its utmost seriousness. Slowly, the armor that covered Marcus' torso and arms retracted in on itself, returning to shape as the ring he wore some little while ago, his reiatsu pulsing with a surge of power that did all but scream of his impending release.

"Speculum..."

Fists clashed together at waist level, the ring he wore suddenly exploding into a dome of pure white, indigo reiatsu pulsing and cracking from within at random intervals for several seconds, the sudden jump in power easily recognizable to those within the area. Several seconds seemed to pass before the dome began to pull itself inward with a sudden rush, conforming to Marcus within. His size had increased, the arrancar suddenly standing at a full eight and a half feet tall, his muscle mass increased by a full half of its original size. His attire changed almost completely, his once white haori now crimson, black fur lining the collar as one of regal stature. His mask had grown to encompass the entire right side of his face, a single black hole marking his eye before the hue within glowed with an ominous crimson.Upon his chest beneath his haori shown a detailed cuirass that seemed fitting of the roman legionnaires of old, a white sleeve of gauntlet armor locked itself upon his right arm once more, a white band encircling his left bicep, hand encased in a spiked cestus. Gazing further down upon the creation his legs found themselves sporting spiked grieves, deadly spines protruding from the kneecaps with dangerous tips. Indigo reiatsu flourished once more as a smooth tone spoke name once more.

"...Deus Ira."

The freshly released arrancar wasted no time and gave no time for onlookers to gape at his fresh appearance. His body recoiled in on itself as his body was suddenly thrust forward with a powerful sonido, every ounce of speed and dormant power the arrancar had fully invested into the fight. He stepped away from the impending claws of energy unleashed by Grimmjow, sonido carrying the arrancar away once more before he redoubled and shot upwards, gaining the benefit of higher ground once more. Hands were alight with crimson energies once more as three separate shots of bala were fired upon Grimmjow below. Again, Marcus stepped with the assistance of sonido, appearing not but perhaps twenty feet to Grimmjow's side, Marcus' right hand glowing with an ominous energy of pitch dark, his voice speaking with a deadly undertone that spoke only of a desire to kill the beast before him.

"Materia Infitialis!"

A sudden line of black energies burst towards Grimmjow with the speed of the bala fired not but a moment before. The energy roiled and turned in upon itself, snapping with destructive energy as it met against particles in the air, destroying all it came into contact with. It was an attack devoted solely to the rejection and destruction of matter as it was, one that would destroy and maim Grimmjow's body with four inch gaps of missing flesh, muscle, bone or whatever he was so unlucky to make contact with if the full of the attack made contact. Yes, Marcus had struggled and put his best foot forward thus far, but a desire to kill was not so prevalent as it was now. Grimmjow would not escape, not alive, or at the very least, not without a scar he would never forget.