[Johnathan vs Zefonse] Silent Descent: The Take Over Of Cairo! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)

[Johnathan Walker]



Slowly, Johnathan was reaching an idea about just why his attacks seemingly didn't do jackshit. His enemy took the full broadside of the Rose Thorn Blast, both rays as strong as a Cero - and right before that smoke clouded around, he clearly saw a wound for a split second with his enhanced cat eyes. The explanaition was simple - high-speed regeneration, one of the basic Hollow abilities. At least that was what it looked like, but it had been even faster than highspeed, since Johnathans amazing eyes even could only pick up the wound for a split moment before it disappeared and smoke and dust covered Zefonse.
Instant Regeneration.
A true horror of any fighter, to be unable to actually injure an opponent for longer than a few seconds thanks to healing of the said enemy. Ready to counter a possible strike, since he was still in his Cat Steps stance, Johnathan was lucky that his spiritual senses picked up the sudden buildup. In the smoke, the Arrancar seemed to have disappeared - not good at all. But this buildup was something he didn't want to stand in.
"Hirenkyaku!"
Like a lightning bolt, with many, quick flash-step like movements, Johnathan did his best to speed upwards through the air, helping out with his wings, as the buildup released itself - just in time as Johnathan muttered a new phrase.
"Schneide durch die Realität." [cut through reality]

The explosion was devastating, and gigantic - but as the fire seemingly consumed Johnathan from behind with smoke and heat, he, inside of the attack, sped up one more time and, in a ball of small embers and sparks, broke out of the top of the exploding, half-mile radius. Small burn stains could be seen on his skin, but his senses saved him from being turned into a crisp and torn apart pile of winged meat. With a wink of his dreamcrafting, a cigarette lighted itself up on the fire of the explosion and floated into the mouth of Johnathan. Maybe to fight the pain of the burns, or maybe to mock Zefonse, Johnathan took a deep breath from it - as his yellow eyes fixated onto the former Espada. Had he already noticed him? Most likely, since this whole time - while breaking out of the explosion, now, and while the dark hero charged up his explosion - Johnathan had been charging Reishi nonstop.
Now, in both hands, he was holding curved hilts of Seele Schneider blades - they looked more like lightsabers than arrows now. As Johnathan dashed through the air with a flap of his white wings, he apparently slashed down way too early to come even close to Zefonse - but this was a trick of his.
Instantly charging his Seele Schneider with a great amount if Reishi, the right-handed black blade radiated white light suddenly, growing in size to nearly five times it's original length, and even the vibrations increased to now six million times the second. It was nearly impossible to stop this vertical slash downwards, but would it be able to hit the Espada? The sideways in the air were always open. A fight here was truely three-dimensional - but Johnathan was quite dangerous in close combat, unlike normal Quincy who wanted to keep distance at all times.

[Johnathan Walker]



As swords and bodies passed each other, Johnathan twisted around his left hand for which the Arrancar aimed. A screeching sound of breaking metals, as the blade hit the hilt of the Seele Schneider - and something below it. Time seemingly slowed down for the Ziamichi-Quincy - but he did not slow down. A short, bright flash of light, like the sudden flicker of a dying lightbulb. The concussive blast was aimed directly at his back, and the easily injured wings - but the Quincy whirled around himself.
With a flash of red, black and white light, two Seele Schneiders cut apart the very air with their vibrations, annihilating the concussive attack simply by ripping apart the Reishi that made up each and every spiritual attack, and letting Johnathan absorb it into himself together with all the Reishi from around them, him still being a whirlpool of energy. At the same time, something seemingly fell down into the sands. It was hard to see, since it was descending fast and they were high in the air right now, but a trail of red followed it.
Could it be...? No, clearly, Johnathans left hand was still there, completely. But there was still the simple fact that Zefonses blade hit it's target. That all was thanks to Johnathans strongest crafting of the dream - Rebirth. His left hand had indeed been cut off half-way, with only a few pieces of flesh and bones remaining, but out of raw Reishi and dreams, the Quincy had reconstructed the lost part in under a second and replaced it. Of course, this hand was now a bit weaker than before - and it would stay that way for at least some time. But Zefonse didn't know that.
However, his prediction seemed true - the slash wound he made was healed, even though a bit slower this time. Was his regeneration slowed down? Or was this a trick? The Quincy couldn't tell yet.

"I am sorry for not showing you my full power, Johnathan Walker.....watch my extent... of my heart."

Hearing those words, Johnathan almost chuckled. Letting his left Seele Schneider float in the air whole removing his cigarette from his lips, he stood unaffected as Zefonses Reiatsu was rising and rising. Floating, no, standing in the air in the midst of the storm of raw energy and sand, the still slightly shining angel-like being in the midst of the darkest night, his face was not easy to read.
What was it that the two beings in one felt? Fear? No. They shed away all fears in Hero Form. Wory? No, because no enemy was undefeatable for those that were never alone.
"Ready myself? Heh. I doubt I can ever be ready to face what I might become in the future." Taking a last breath of his cigarette, Johnathan flipped it down into the now existing crater. While no energy could be felt around Zefonse, the white sparkles around Johnathan in the air signalized the buildup of raw strength in his body, a body that shouldn't be able to handle these masses of energy - and could only do so because he was not human or Quincy anymore. As the red light of the lit cigarette disappeared into the darkness, Johnathan was holding two guns again. His face... he was smiling now. Not overconfident, not happy... a tranquil, pure smile. And without showing confidence, it actually spread more of it than any of the played overconfidence ever could. True confidence and courage to face everything.
"However... as long as there are dreams, I won't know regret. No matter how many shatter, those that remain shine in the brightest night, and the darkest day. Regret - is the one thing no true hero will do!"
In an eruption, like an aura of courage more so than power, the feathers on his wings lit up. It was time to use the true power of Shironeko - those weapons were only one way to use it.
"Crafting of the Dream!"
Forming above his shoulders, no, around his wings, space itself seemed to twist - as multiple guns, direct clones of his guns in the hands, pointed at Zefonse. This dream - it was the dream of release, dreamed by the power he held itself. In a blast, they all released - from around his wings, and from his guns, a total of 20 blasts, fusing together into a red and black destructive wave of carnage. The power of this was surely on par, if not above, a Cero Oscuras - but the price was heavy. Not only did using this take nearly as much energy as firing his cannon, the Quincy Lance, but it also put a strain on his 'imagination' - figuring out Zefonses next moves and plans would be harder.
So why did he use this form to begin with? It was simple - the reason was that this release had near to NO charging time, thanks to his Reishi, while the Lance always needed to channel the Reishi he always held, the one he stored for it beforehand and some extra to stabilize it and to release the blast that could even crack Sekiseki stone. This blast couldn't accomplish this feat - but it was still large, dangerous and destructive with Quincy Energy.

[Johnathan Walker]



Johnathan didn't have time to think. He only could accept facts right now - not just because of how fast his enemy was, but also because his 'imagination' wasn't as high as it should be right now. The good thing was that a human could never run out of imagination, he would recover it in short time - but until then, he was nearly at the mercy of his enemy.
Either it was a crazily fast variant of Sonido, or some other type of movement - the Quincy couldn't figure it out just yet. However, he knew that his own abilities were very obvious - luckily, his weakpoint, aka, his wings, weren't that easy to guess without trying out to hit him on them. And normally, nobody would get the idea to attack the wings of an angel if they could also aim for the head or chest. As Zefonse used his Cero Blade for the second time during this fight, the move Johnathan himself used was the same, too.
"Erwache aus deinem Schlaf!" It wasn't as much of an incarnation said to summon the weapon - it more seemed like a bend in reality, the sentence was said because the weapon was summoned, although the order was still the right one. Another 'dream' in reality - the ability to perfectly switch his weapons was more of a trained skill so high that it broke part of how things worked in reality, for as long as he was in this form, Johnathan could change his weapons as often and quickly as he wanted.
As Johnathan enlarged the spinning red energy, the Gran Rey Cero blade crashed against it - maybe it was thanks to this strange sword, but the energy didn't get dispersed right away and scattered back into random directions, but first grinded against the spiralling energy, as if to fight the destiny all spiritual things in contact with a Seele Schneider blade faced. But finally, the 'reasoning' of the shield won against the 'purpose' of the sword that had been used for this attack, and repelled the blast backwards, down into the ground and upwards, breaking it into many explosive and exploding pieces of energy.
However, this only shortly longer time was everything that Zefonse seemingly needed. Johnathans reflexes - they were god send. Nobody in the real world - or any other world for that matter - could hope to surpass senses as honed as his, and reach a better reaction time - it was said his reaction time was under one hundreth of a second, more around the area of 1/1000 of one.
But reaction means nothing if it's death you're running from - the kick was simply too near already for his body to react in time. He clearly saw it, time seemingly slowed down - and his words, once more, seemingly broke reality, sliding into the small portion between the flight of Zefonse and the hit of his kick.
For any normal Cero Blade, the shield would've dispersed it nearly instantly, allowing Johnathan to redirect his shield - kicking against the Traumwächter shield was like jumping head-first into a shredder made out of diamond shards, and it would theoretically shred the leg of the attacking Arrancar into pieces.
However, moving his shield - even when reduced in size - took way more time than he had. So he had to call those out now...
"Führe uns ins Morgenrot!"
How it was possible, it was not explainable - but the hilt of the shield, which had only just been held by two hands, changed into two long, silver gauntlets around Johnathans hands, each finger being a long, thin and insanely sharp claw. Turning his upper body at least half around now, lacking the weight or problems to move the arms, he put his right hand up - as the kick of Zefonse landed directly in it.
The Quincy could nearly hear his muscles and bones scream - he couldn't possibly hold off this kick. Rather than that, he let the foot of Zefonse guide his arm backwards - nearly ripping it out thanks to the speed - but also using the gained momentum to spin into the air above him, and using his left hand while spinning around himself, with the wings folded closely to his back, he aimed to get as many small cuts as possible over Zefonse to at least slow him down a bit, before stopping his spin - and dropping down, aiming to crash right at the Arrancar in his Segunda Etapa, and slam the right and left claws into his head and chest, respectively.
Thankfully for him, catching the attack in the way he did, Johnathan evaded being blown into the portal - but it also ruined his chance to say for sure why his opponent could disappear without a trace so easily. This skill Zefonse used was quite alike to one used by his own daughter, after all, so should he experience even one portal travel thanks to Zefonse - he would figure it out almost instantly.
During this action, even while folded, the glowing white wings stored more and more Reishi into them. However, Johnathan wouldn't release another big blast until he figured out how exactly to damage his enemy for real.

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