The Jamaican Acquisition

The wind whipped behind her, and her guard which had almost been completely dropped picked up something. Her head turned around and she could feel it, the figure that apparated infront of her, Sting chikara. It was as if she had given him a gift to only be spat on by a rabid dog. Her spear shifted and her muscles swelled once more. The wound on her shoulder growing even more pronounced as the time she had to react was minimal at best. It would be similar to their previous engages, however as her spiritual energy was brought to an ugly head she roared in her inner mind. ”..Help me, there’s no need to hold back any longer.” Her eyes glinting her zanpakuto spirit’s own energy rose and thundered into existence, her energy began to revolve to an extreme level, pushing the very brink of her reserves that she had remained. If her previous energy was considered a casual output, this turbulent storm of reishi would be considered an extreme of those within her classification.

It continued to rise unhindered before it was as if the entirety of the sky was covered with the mountainous pressure. Electrons popped and snapped in the synapse of her nerves, they fired in overtime, the wounds on her shoulder remained a hindrance; but as it was said in old texts, a wounded beast was a deadly one, they had very little to lose, and much to gain. It was a similar situation here, the wounded beast known as Magnolia ever frosts spear came around to smash into the cero that came close to her as in that moment her body receeded along the gradient the cero partook in. Using the momentum of the blast in that moment, as the jarring force shook her insides and brought blood to bubble from her lips she rapidly increased the distance between them. In this way she used the original attack to evade the secondary two that flew forth towards her.

Attraction rose to it’s maximum as the attractive and repulsive forces she had previously demonstrated formed along the very edge of her weapon. Quickly her weapon seemed to shift as it smashed into the cero, the force behind it billowing out with enough force that the weapon battered the unruly pillar of energies that flew forth towards her. Her muscles in her shattered shoulder screaming with pain before the attack seemed to grow unstable, the attraction of energy converging upon the point of her weapon and the shaft. Soon as her muscles bulged and veins pulsated across her skin and a yell that would shatter the heavens she in a cataclysmic explosion had destroyed the blast, the corners of her kimono obliterated as well as her top to expose the wrappings of her body, which luckily covered her up for the time being. Blackened burns lightly dusted parts of her body as she looked down at sting and leveled her weapon towards him. Her eyes glinting coldly now, as she exhaled once, steam billowing as if within her a raging inferno was being kindled by her warriors spirit.

”..Is this how you repay my consideration? This is beneath any warrior’s self respect.”

Her words resounded as her spiritual energy which was albeit drained from their previous engages, had begun to grow chaotic, lightning interweaving with every aspect of her, causing her to look like a raging thunder goddess that had fallen from the heavens to materialize upon the mortal plane. It caressed her body, it illuminated her wounds, the proud being before sting still not backing down even in her body's current condition. She was despite the exhaustion that wracked her more than capable of continuing to fight. That, wasn’t the problem, no. Even as her breaths came out in pants and steam left her mouth, one might notice the heavy breathing had begun to abate.

It was as if she was returning to her origin, the power that lay within her body began to roil like a raging beast, it was anticipating this battle, it was ready and as she assumed a strange stance, her hand pressed close to the bladed end of her spear she was more than ready for this battle but her words none the less came out with steely determination from her bloodied lips, her broken arm screaming, as she suppressed the pain that was pulsating from it like a wound that was constantly being exposed to the flames of hell itself. There was nothing but the end of her blade and her foe.

”..If you wish to act like a rabid dog, then do so. But if you wish to fight me as a warrior do so without cheap tricks. “

She may be battered, and she may be broken but her spirits soared and her heart pounded. This was the enticing lull of battle. The adrenaline that sang through her veins brought her back to the steely determination that had brought her upon her journey for strength. When she had been on her knees outside her destroyed house in the very beginning, angry with the world, angry at her own powerlessness. These thoughts and many more converged on her as she felt her own powers stoked and now she exhaled and spoke once more. Her words sounded tired as if she finally was done with what had occurred.

Normally she would have continued to fight without releasing, it wasn’t because her opponent was weak. But rather because she wished to test herself, to improve herself, to continue to walk down the path that she sought to achieve. But here , in this moment; in this place. It had been more than a simple surprise attack that had caused her to fare so badly. No it was a grievous affront on who she is. Because of this as her opponent began to fight, he’d feel a dangerous sensation encompass everything. It was as if magnolia’s spiritual pressure was beginning to transcend the very concepts that had been borne around them. The skies warped and trembled as soon she spoke, her weapon not having deviated from it’s previous position once during this entire charade.

”..I’d say good job, for you pushed me too far. However prepare yourself, I’m afraid i don’t know what will happen from here on out.”

Her power enveloped her, and it caused her power to begin to change qualitatively. It broke free from it’s constraints as once more storm clouds formed. The charged particles in the air changing the barometric pressure surrounding them and inducing a sound akin to a roar from a stalwart dragon. The skies threatened to rumble as lightning converged upon the singular point. This was a barrier that she had not dared pass. The heights that her ancestors had been unable to pass. It was the cusp she had theorized she had been able to acheive. The very pinnacle of her power , the acheivemens of all her hard work rose to this single moment. In this place she was determined to break past the constraints of this motley thing known as “bankai”. Her energy continue to rise , and the lightning continued to slam into her, to temper her and make her anew.

Her words rumbled yet remained soft, a clarity to them that shook the very space surrounding her, the celestial amount of energy emitting from her, having increased to the point that it was considered akin to a chaotic fallen god enacting upon the world. She took a step to the side, and what she had said in that moment was.

“From the pinnacle of everything, return to the origin, and transcend your limits Shōten no ten no megami”

Her words were accompanied by her zanpakuto, as they ascended they were one. They had walked the lonely road together. Her zanpakuto which had watched over her ancestors, and rose even further to the dizzying heights of bankai had transcended once more. It whooped with elation, it’s normally fickle demeanor full of pride at the achievement that they had managed to breach. The lightning itself would turn blinding, and from the heavens tens of thousands of lightning bolts converged into the single point of her body, remaking her zanpakuto and returning her to the origin. Finally a single bolt, that had chained from the thunderclouds that had inexplicably formed several miles surrounding her struck her body. It was as if the final shackle upon her unrestricted growth was torn asunder and she finally broke through her previous limits and soared. Her power was dominance, it spoke of nothing other than unbridled passion and power.

It was transcendent, it had a strange sensation to it. It was as if the very will of her mind was exerted through the energy she wielded. Sting would feel the intent of her warrior spirit, it’s raging ferocity bearing down on every fibre of his being most likely. The ocean was a mess from their position, the waves having easily reached a hundred feet in height even here in the midst of the sea, smashing into one another with wild abandon, while the air itself sought to distort from the power released from Magnolia’s shikokai. Soon she exhaled and spoke to him, as her weapon which was akin to the crackling tongs of a thunderbolt was held firmly within her good hand, her bad arm trailing behind to grasp the middle of the halberds shaft.

”..Come, no more words will be said.”

Soon sting would feel the domain within a thousand feet of them shifted. This lightning that surrounded them would be bone-chillingly cold. It would be lightning yet it wouldn’t be lightning. The very laws of reality would be distorted as this lightning defied what was known. Because of this as the lightning converged it would be most likely impossible for sting to gather a handle on it. Because while it was lightning, it was in a sense as touched upon before, not lightning. It was lightning that had been stripped of the concept of heat, and instead in it’s place was the absence of heat, a bone chilling cold. If this lightning managed to hit sting it would be comparable in strength to a cero oscuras. It would cause a devastating explosion that would cause tremors that would even smash into the shore with aftershocks. Huge rogue waves smashing against the jamaican coast while magnolia then did nothing more then that. Her weapon was still ready and her mind was keen of the space around her, which was covered in such a dense veil of energy that it would be hard to penetrate it.

This was her first light jab, testing the powers of her theoretical shikokai, the one she had theorized she was capable of reaching, but hadn’t used to this date. Her zanpakuto had spoke to her of it, but feeling it now, understanding the power that it had behind it was enough to make her amazed. It was vastly stronger than anything she had used before. This was her response to sting, and now she expected him to rise to the occasion once more, so that they could continue this unproductive dance which caused her heart to beat and her blood to roar in her veins. It was time to fight. There was no more words that could be said.