There's nothing to do in the Menos Forest.(Open)

NIZE SPLIT

Nize needed a moment to process what just happened. Even with his superior intellect and database of hundreds, if not thousands, of different hollows he needed a moment to process.

When he had filled the gillian with extra energy and issues a command to its reishi to self-destruct it was expected that the thing will either notice it too late or get lucky and throw their shield away in time. What Nize didn’t expect was...That.

As Heart disappeared in the ground and its meat shield exploded, taking another menos with it, Split was convinced it's the last he had seen of the gillian. In theory, he could attempt in tracking the creature down but all this wasn’t that important to really do it. This wasn't an experiment of such a big meaning.

Then the air shivered and vibrated, both Nize and the mutated gillian looking up in the sky, as the garganta open high up above them.

”What…?”

The gillian was there, next to the roof of Menos Forest, looking down to them with his impassioned white mask. And then jumped.

Nize managed to react just fast enough to pull the sand his throne was made of around him and harden it into a durable shell. The male felt the vibration and the telltale sensation of losing another of his minions. A pity, he almost put the effort into mutating that one. The arrancar quickly dismantled the shell back into its original form, a mix of being upset and awe almost filling him.

There was a big, black splatter that once was his created mutant on the ground under Heart, other gillians had also been pushed to the ground, awkwardly trying to get up. Nize really needed to improve these things. Some trees were cracked and half-way shattered while the ground itself didn't look any better.

And in the middle of this chaos was the gillian to blame, sprawled and probably in a lot of pain. The unpleasant feeling had started to coil in the arrancar’s stomach, but he just ignored it in favor of considering what to do next.

”Are you broken? Is your spirit slowly fading back into the sea of black nothingness? No? No...”

And even as he spoke these words in the menoses head the gut-churning feeling just got stronger. He waited till Heart got properly up before grabbing control over all of the remaining gillians, five in total, and the dead bodies still littering the ground.

”Gillian class menoses are probably one of the most fluid creatures between the hollow race. They can fuse and diffuse easily. Like clay.”

All the bodies, as well as the still living specimens, became almost liquid in substance, as they were dragged in front of Nize’s self-made throne and molded, shaped. Overlapping cries echoed once again and then seized.

In front of Heart was a creature twice the size of a gillian with a disproportionately muscled body, claws the size of a human and five holes in the middle of its chest. The neck and head were fused together, similar to a gillians, but where it should have one mask there were ten, some in pieces, other half-way fused together and others completely separate. A black gash split the head almost in half and seemed like it served as the beings head, as a huge cry of pain left its void.

The creature attempted to grab Heart with one of its hands and, if successful, squeezing hard enough to reduce whole cars into nothing but flat plates of metal. If that failed, though, the creature then would attempt ramming into the hollow, probably crashing its whole body, if without any defense. Then, depending on where its prey is, the giant would then jump in the air and try crashing its whole mass on the gillian.

NIZE SPLIT

Boken. Shattered. Nize watched as the gillian got up again and unpleasant feeling spread in his stomach, crawl in his throat and made it almost impossible to observe the situation. The hollow was obviously reaching its last bits of energy. Regeneration had stopped healing and you could see how all of its movements were careful and unstable as if its bones would be made of glass.

As the arrancar observed the scene, his mutant against the, on the comparison, tiny hollow it hit what emotion Split was experiencing. Guilt...Stomach wrecking guilt.

From the very start, it was clear the gillian had no chances of winning. Nize was ten times stronger, if not more, then the hollow. He had the power to create armies just from his imagination.

Guilt again climbed up his stomach, but he just ignored it. The experiment was close to finished.

The explosion brought Nize's attention fully back to the battlefield. What he did with one of the gillians Heart had repeated. It seemed that they shared more than similar ancestry.

Before his mutant even managed to attempt to retaliate, its five tiny brains confused on what is happening, the gillian had leaped and sunk its claws into the confused beast's neck. It was impressive. Did an impressive amount of damage. But that's it. Nothing more.

With the combined power of five gillians, the mutants regeneration was much higher and each cut made on him would try to seal itself closed almost instantly. And then the giant being would attempt to grab Heart. Grab him and smack its victim against the ground multiple times, crushing bones and even vital organs with no concern, no remorse.

But if that happened, if the creature was successful, the cold voice of Nize would snap.

"Enough."

The mutant would seize, dropping the battered hollow on the ground and become motionless.

Meanwhile, Nize reverted back to his sealed form, the horns crumbling to broken stumps in his hair and eyes gaining the cold, mechanical blue while the body covering in a shredded, black cloak. The arrancar would land next to the gillian, his voice laced with a hint of something.

"Keep fighting like this and you will grow stronger. I own you an apology gillian."

A square garganta opened in front of him then and Nize left, before brushing his fingers just long enough to channel some of his reishi inside of the hollow and keep its regeneration going. As he disappeared the mutant fell apart into five dead bodies of gillians and five living but confused ones. Like they always do, the creatures gathered in a group and just stood there, quiet and mindless.