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Those Katar barely scratched the man’s body, Tch she should have expected. But she DID still manage to do what the katar’s REAL function was. To splash the man’s back with a hot mess of her Red Reishi. And what SHOULD have been a proper drenching in her blood from before simply turned into a light splashing thanks to his Reiryoku burning up. If nothing else, she could be thankful that she was no pushover. Ichigo could probably wipe out the damn city if he put his all into it, more than that. But SHE wasn’t THAT far behind him! Some of her blood managed to get through and splash over his body, much more of it managing to spatter over the ground . Not nearly as much as she’d have liked, but enough blood that it would promptly start seething through his body. In her vollstandig, that blood was going at high speed, seething through his skin and getting into his flesh at a rampant pace on it's path to zombify him: frankly the only real hope she had at this point, especially seeing the barest scratch her spirit weapons had managed.

And then she felt it.
An attack that frankly, it didn’t matter for dick if she was fast enough to react to it. IT was BIG, and unfortunately… she couldn’t even spare an instant to think about blocking it. Too much hollow energy. Big Picture. This guy had to go down, and frankly, even if she had the time to switch to Blut Vene. Her body was practically a wet paper bag. She’d stop almost none of it. But that didn’t mean she was helpless.

Blood Path

The blood that was strewn on the ground wasn’t for nothing. And rather than a rail of reishi, a zigzagging path around the Arrancar promptly shot Giselle around Ichigo, cleanly out of the way of his sudden retaliation. Using EVERY tool at her disposal she managed to hit a speed that Ichigo might even acknowledge.

But she didn’t attack.
In fact, when she arrived at her destination to Ichigo’s side, her throat was open, slit by her own katar as a mix of blood and red reishi would gush out. Spraying the man’s lower body, but frankly, MOSTLY the floor beneath them. Which would bloom in a familiar shape. One that might bring Ichigo back…..back to when he once stood side by side with one of his friends during the wars. A bright red quincy star, formed by the blood and Red Reishi she’d scattered on the floor. She couldn’t say the words with her throat open, her healing wasn’t split-second fast. But she settled for mouthing the words.

Rot Sprenger (Red Explosion)

Under normal circumstances, Sprenger converted any and all spirit energy within it’s range into a violent pillar-like explosion. But she was using her Red Reishi, and her blood as an additional catalyst to try and add kick to the spell. It was shittily put together, not nearly the kind of big whoppin explosion she could normally produce with this spell, but well. There wasn’t enough time to set that shit up against Ichigo. Rather than pure reishi, a geyser of blood erupted from the area around them, a bright red plume which exploded upward into the Arrancar from below. If she’d had time to actually make this a proper spell, it might have done some serious damage and driven blood deep into his body all in one go. But thrown together as it was, it would still accomplish her goal: to absolutely SATURATE the man in her blood, and rob him of any chance to simply BURN all of it away with his reiryoku.

She HAD to turn him into a zombie. There was no other way to make a dent on this fucker. And even then she was kinda fucked. He wouldn’t stay a zombie together, she had to think of something that would put him down until the others could show up. That one Getsuga had put more than enough drive into her, as no doubt it would plow through so much of the city all at once. This wasn’t just about surviving, this fucker was gonna wreck the whole damn city and Kill everyone still in it! The people, and the CITY that had given her daughter hope!

She had to win.
She HAD to win.
SHE HAD TO WIN!

She was already pushed to her limit.
Blut Artorie to make her stronger and faster.
Hirenkyaku to give herself a chance at dodging.
Vollstandig to make herself stronger and faster.
Blood path to try and get close to daring upon his own speed.
Her Rot Sprenger in an attempt to hurt him.

And with all of that effort, she'd managed to..... force him to bother trying.. To squeeze out SOME modicum of effort from the man. If there was ANYTHING that saved Giselle from being obliterated, it was that brief delay in the man's attack. That declaration.
She had nothing that could block it.
Not only would trying to absorb it fail, but it would probably destroy her body instantly.
Flight was, shamefully, her only option. The blood around them propelled her at great speeds, but frankly, the sheer all-encompasing range of the attackmade it too much. In that split second, she raced between Ichigo and Solomon, slamming her body into the man mid-hirenkyaku, to try and launch the both of them as far away from that oncoming rush of energy as she could. And at the same time, just pumping as MUCH of her Reiryoku as she could possibly muster into a tangible form. Mustering EVERY source of Energy available, that WASN'T the air lousy with arrancar energy.

All of the energy condensed into a blade. A shape she pulled from the very depths of her soul. From her memories of his Majesty. And with all that energy, she struck against the incoming blast. A feeble attempt at minimizing the damage to herself and her fellow Sternritter. With almost every shred of energy she could muster, she managed not to be insantly obliterated by the oncoming flood. As strong, and as great as the power she mustered was, if by some sliver of a chance she somehow managed to even slow the energy rushing in directly at them, there was more to flood in around them, and as the force and the fury of the attack around them finally settled, for all intents and purposes, Giselle would be a mess.

By the sheer simple grace that it was not a directed attack pointed squarely at her, she managed not to lose any limbs. But it was a hollow advantage. Large chunks of flesh were missing or charred across her frame. Her arms, and the blade that had contained her cumulative might and will, was a crackling broken hunk of Reiryoku that was already starting to fall to pieces, most of the flesh on her arms was gone, or flaking away, bones fully exposed on MOST of where her skin used to be. Her body riddled with charred or missing chunks. Having hoped that she could take the brunt of the damage in Solo's place.

She crumpled to the ground, without even the dignity to have enough strength in her arms to keep herself from falling facefirst into the rubble beneath her.

It had taken all she had not to simply be erased.

And now she had nothing left to give.

She failed.