When the Mountain Crumbles

Come on, colder.. Colder.. Get colder..!

Calypso's fingers dug into the sands in irritation as cold rain slowly became falling bits of hail. It wasn't getting cold fast enough, though she did notice the sound of fighting suddenly quiet. What the hell, did it give up? Her hands released from the sands, any signs of cooling off or rain instantly vanishing as she no longer materialized her energy's will upon the land, running to the edge of the cliff to take a look at what was going on, her heart dropping once she saw the volcanic entity swell and glow with power.

The land around them only continued to get torn up by his presence, the billowing of poisonous gas, the firings of volcanic rocks into the sky, the young one's heart roared in her ears.

He was going to make himself into a volcanic eruption to kill both of them.

She looked to Murasaki, her thoughts going a million miles per hour as she tried to think. Horror only continued to strike her as she thought; If Murasaki struck him with a physical attack, of which she seemed to be focused with speed and swordsmanship, it would only set off the eruption early. He needed to be cooled down immediately; and with a frozen gaze of terror looked to Murasaki, she yelled in sharp warning to the green haired shinigami,

"DON'T SLICE HIM, HE'LL JUST BLOW UP SOONER!"

There was only one thing she had in mind to prevent this disaster of an attack. A hand went right to her neck with zero hesitation, a gentle 'snap' from that region as she looked at the object she had just forcefully pulled from her being; The obsidian necklace Tatsuya had created for her. She held it in her hand, staring at it as many emotions danced in her mind, Nostalgia, Fear, Anger, Joy, Sadness, Regret..

"I'm sorry Tatsuya, I couldn't help you, but at least i'll put down the monster that killed you.."

The sclera of her left eye had suddenly taken a tone of black, darkness leaking from her eye as she crushed the pendant in her hand, her brilliant blue blood being drawn, as she focused her energies into the sacrifice. An item of sentiment, her swirling cascade of emotions, the chill in her heart, and most regrettably of all, parts of her memory of joyful time with the man, were brought together to create the force necessary to attack this creature; A glowing frozen spear made of the culmination of these elements, her fist tightly gripping the weapon as she jumped off the cliff, her wings of energy forming whilst in freefall, flying directly for Aggramar.

Her movements were not stopped or halted by the flying volcanic rocks, the flaming stones striking her and burning her, but she did not cease momentum. All she knew was that this thing before her needed to die, and the weapon to do so was within her hands. She descended, feeling almost as if time was slowing down, the pain of fire and brimstone touching upon her being hardly surmountable to the pain this creature caused in her heart. A demon's most defining trait were their powerful emotions, and such emotions could be far more powerful than even physical wounds. The young Asthavon only closed in, closer and closer, to the being who made the mistake of creating an attack of which he could not move..

BAM!

The sound of squealing energy and hissing flames would be heard. At the core of the being's body, was the sphere of sheer cold, impaling it as it's user stood there, while being burned harshly by the heat and her hand almost completely submerged in his burning chest, did not move. She did not leave, she did not falter, no. The look upon her normally sweet face was one of a determined killer, a cold expression of exhaustion and strife, as the young Asthavon twisted the spear she had rammed into his being.

"Die."

Her voice was cold and dry, stated so softly and simply, as her skin blackened and bubbled with blood, the weapon slowly freezing the volcanic arrancar's body from it's entry point. Any attempts at being swatted away were met with shadowy tendrils exploding from her body to stop those attempts, said tendrils burning up upon contact, but the demon did not fall down. She would be there until she knew he was nothing more than a cold corpse.