Alvah: Demon of Attrition (Jefferson Shindig)

Again. She approached, the Shinigami with a mouth that could cut through an orphanage. Her speed is delicious, a true combatant who knows her strengths and weaknesses. However, Alvah knowing them too would prove her downfall. With his blade returned to its owner, he would know it for only a moment until he finds it propelled from his grip due to her shenanigans. The next second, he feels her hand digging into his side, his heart and lungs seized. Blood splattered from between his lips as he felt his heart and lungs expunge themselves of blood through the only opening available.

“Amazing, but you dare approach me so carelessly, Shinigami! I shall use you for now.”

Showing a great deal of endurance through his pain, Alvah’s open palm shot downwards, using the absence of his blade as an excuse to grip the top of her head aggressively. Would she prove capable enough to dodge him? If not, her head would not pop or feel any fatal pressure as his other arm would fly and move to grip her side. Suddenly, she would feel a metaphysical connection form between the two of them, as if he had tethered her with demonic magic to his being.

“I shall relay a secret unto this foolish black wooled lamb. My blade is one that cannot be rendered useless so easily.”

In his grip, trapped by his hands, she would hear the whistling of the blade she had just knocked away sailing through the air, moments before it would enter through his back and out his chest into her own. Blood, coughed out of the demon’s mouth, would splatter on her face as her hand would feel itself pushed from his side as his body began restoring itself. However, he has no time to lament in his evildoing as another appeared behind him.

Calypso, Mana’s pesky brat. He would waste no time planting his hand onto Yugiri’s face, tossing her from his blade like she was a worn out sheathe as he turned, the sword slicing through him and intercepting the scythe. His hand would then grab hold of the blade, the wound he caused himself closing following.

“That bloodlust! Truly, your mother’s child, Calypso. A shame, you fight for peasants who care not for your existence. I shall have you watch as they are all ripped asunder, and have you pray for your mother’s bosom!”

He went on the attack, showing a horrifying display of swordsmanship, making child’s play of Calypso’s attempts to challenge him. However, he did not seem encouraged to land a blow against her, finding it all too amusing to dance with her and listen to her lousy retorts be quenched by her need to take the high ground.

Over on the side of the Hollow versus the rest of the lousy bunch, it continued to fire off ceros into the area, scattering dust and leaving many praying it does not accidentally hit them. It did not seem to care much for the oncoming threats that neared and began ripping into its black flesh, tearing it to pieces. However, what comes next is rather heartbreaking.

From afar, another cero sailed from outside the crater. It would crash into the dying Gillian and the creatures hitting it before being joined by another cero and another. Off in the distance, the Gillians from before that had appeared as the barrier have come closer, their presence looming over the battlefield as each one began to charge a cero and point them down at into the city. The next seconds are following by the collective destruction of the city being lit by the Gillians, pointless destruction as the giant black creatures continued to lumber closer to the group.

He was fast. More so than she expected and no sooner had she felt his hand seize her by the head that she failed to get her feet in a satisfactory spot to take off. It was fine, he didn't understand how slippery she could be. In his grasp the vizard felt the connection and used the effect of her zanpakuto that she applied to her body which let her walk so well without the braces she used to rely so much on. That sealed ability of her zanpakuto which controlled flow took full effect on his connection and stagnated it, whether it was to siphon energy, try and force energy into her or anything like that. Yugiri's manipulation of the flow of power would make sure that it took as long as humanly possible to deprive him of that satisfaction.

Hearing the sound of his oncoming blade whistling through the air she thought that she had outstayed her welcome.

"Idiot."

A bright flash and Alvah would feel his hand suddenly feel empty, another bright flash and she was gone though some of her clothing was trying to blow away in the wind. She took advantage of her cat form reducing her size greatly to fall out of his hand, immediately changing back once her head had cleared his grip and she could kick off the ground to get away from him and back away from the blade that was chasing after her through him.

"I see, you're not afraid of hurting yourself to accomplish your goal. You wouldn't be that reckless if you didn't have some measure of dealing with it... There seems to be a lot of importance placed in that sword then though I wouldn't boast too early, you probably should've told me that little detail after I was impaled."

She sneered at his pathetic attempt, it was a shame that her scarf was on the ground in front of him. There was a bit of concern from her that the stunt might've backfired, if she had changed back to her human form too late then she might've gotten tangled in them but a small adjustment to her attire was all that she needed with the time Calypso bought her. It would be deadly if she got caught up in her clothes not being on properly.

"Get rid of his sword!"