Only Other Thing We Need is a Wardrobe [Mizu, Amaranta]

"Right, because every Arrancar that comes to earth is supposed to be a threat to humanity. I've seen my fair share of so-called balancers of the realm, but not nearly one of them come off as high and mighty as you do, you fuckin' racist," she humored, grinning from ear to ear. The leg sweep didn't connect as intended, but that suited the leonine woman just fine. For one, she wasn't aiming to debilitate this woman or even enact any real harm on her life. To risk the life she was trying to make here on earth outside of that sandy ass desert known was Hueco Mundo would be the act of a fool. She was no fool.


Hard-headed? Yes, without question. Outright stupid? No, she was going to play this however the woman wanted to play it. If this woman wanted to get off on her high horse and throw vitriol her way simply because she was an Arrancar? Then, fuck it. Why not have a little fun? Mizu's zanpakuto would strike true as it cut through the woman's midsection. Empowering her hierro, Amaranta ensured that any damage caused against her frame would be negligible. If anything, Mizu would feel as though the blade had struck against another blade as that steel skin pulsated with reiryoku.

Amaranted walked towards the woman, settling into a defensive stance as she continued to speak. Knowing this brat, she'd probably throw some more kido at her or some shit. That seemed to be her go to. What did Khaana call it in anime? Signature techniques? Yeah. Those.

"Now, riddle me this. You stalked me the entire time, and not one time did I feel the urge to go causing humans trouble. Now, I ain't no saint. That's true. But I'm not so dumb as to go starting enough shit to have pesky balancers with almighty complexes like you trying to pass judgment. I'm tryna' to make a living here in this realm. I'll be damned if I let you jeopardize that. If it's a fight you want, though, I'll humor ya. C'mon, throw some more of that shinigami magic out, kido wizard!"

"Sheesh, lady. What hollow did you run into that has you wanting to fuck up MY day?"

Goddamn. What crawled up this woman's ass and died? There really was no getting through to her at this point. Now, to be fair, Amaranta was wholly aware of her antagonistic disposition, but her explanation was still brought across in a way that would've made any reasonable Shinigami understand she wasn't trying to stir shit up. Apparently, none of that seemed to matter to the petite Shinigami lashing out at her. Huh... how was she going to deal with this she wondered? Well, there really wasn't any time to contemplate that question right now. The leonine woman would indeed receive her wish of further Kido wizardry as Mizu unleashed a pulsating orb of yellow energy. That brilliant lightning bolt raced towards her at a breakneck pace, loosed at such a velocity that the lioness couldn't evade it as easily as she did her other attacks, caught off guard by this woman's ferocity.

Shrouding her body in fire, she crossed her arms in an x-formation as she took the brunt of the attack, her tall frame being pushed several meters backward as the empty buildings around them tore apart. Tch! Damn, this woman really wasn't making things easy for her was she? At this point, Amaranta could run away and call it a day. No one would blame her for it, and maybe she'd never cross paths with this particular brat again. On the other hand, Amaranta her pride was far too massive to let some annoying little shit uproot her day! As the fire dissipated and she felt the shock of electricity around her frame, the leonine woman kicked off with her front foot, speeding towards Mizu like a bullet loosed from a gun. She was aiming to grab and subdue her, but even if she did, that wouldn't probably help anything.

And so, she leaped over the woman's head, hiding behind one of the crumbling buildings as she figured out a gameplan. Even so, that didn't mean she was going to annoy this woman further. That was simply who she was.

"Well, lady, I don't know what to tell you. This is the most I've ever tried being reasonable before. Yeah, I get it. We hollows are quite the pain in the ass, but you know, Arrancar actually have faculties about themselves. I like it here, and I sure as hell ain't going to repeat myself again."

Did she want to fight her? Hell yeah. This lady was unhinged, and Amaranta loved fire in anyone, even if it was the type that genuinely wanted to see her dead. Even so, how far could she actually fight her without it ending in a way that didn't jeopardize her way of life? If she went too far and beat her ass, she could report it to her division and then she'd have a group of these bastards. If she remained on the defensive, well, Mizu would look for her, ready to throw hands - or in her case... multiple energy blasts. Fucking hell... what a day this was turning out to be.

"Well, I guess I have no choice but to let loose then, huh?"

From the looks of it, there really was no negotiating with this shinigami. Amaranta's pequisa allowed her to discern - through sight and sound - Mizu's intentions behind the crumbling buildings. It was another chant uttered in preparation for another spell.

Amaranta's hierro was subpar by her own unreasonable standards. Her body's natural durability, trained to it's utmost peak through countless battles, amplified it beyond what it could feasibly achieve in it's current state.

As such, suffering direct contact from someone who specialized in kido could be troublesome. A roaring beam of crimson would burst through the shoddy walls of the faulty buildings, barreling towards her at high-speed. Through the high-speed movement of Sonido, Amaranta evaded that crimson orb of energy by a hair's breadth, watching as it caused the building to collapse entirely.

Amaranta reappeared a few meters away from Mizu as she assumed an offensive stance, charging towards her. There was no use in reasoning with her. The time for battle was near, and she was already prepared for the woman to call her bluff. Her fist shot forward towards Mizu, directly targeting the small woman's gut. She didn't really intend on killing her or even causing irreparable damage. If she wanted to get some frustration out? Fine by her. She'd just beat her up until she passed out.

As expected, Mizu employed another spell to defend against her elementary punch. The rubbery surface diverted her fist off of it's natural course, and Amaranta attempted to sidestep to charge in and press the offensive. It was her intent, of course, but no battle ever goes as ideally as one might wish. That's what made it so entertaining. Another rubbery wall had been formed behind her in an attempt to sandwich the woman between two Zushinkabe.

Tch. Much as she hated to admit it, this little brat was pretty crafty. It was a well placed set up, and Amaranta was subsequently being squeezed between the rubbery walls. The Burning Lioness wasn't going to let her bind her without some measure of tenacity. Bearing her fangs, she placed her arms between the barriers to force them back through brute strength. Pushing them back with relative ease, the leonine woman nearly escapes as intended, though her ears catch wind of another goddamned spell.

And suddenly, those walls feel like they are closing in once more. To say she was incapacitated would've been an oversight, but Mizu was making some form of progress, forcing Amaranta to confirm that she had to come at her with more than just fists and direct drives. Electricity followed along that rope, applying shock damage against the tall woman's body. It did shock her something pretty fierce, but MIzu would soon learn, that much like their previous clash, Amaranta was not a lion so easily felled.

Amaranta forced her upper body through those walls while her legs remained entrapped, grabbing onto that rope like a ferocious beast. If she wanted to play this game, she'd drag her towards her and force her to let go. She couldn't manipulate this thing, but she could cover it in flame, and she did exactly that, shrouding the binding rope in hellfire as it raced along the chain towards her.

"Kh... Ha, wanna play a game of tug of war?!"

Amaranta certainly respected Mizu's determination. She wasn't backing down without a fight, matching the leonine woman strike for strike. The fire she expected to race along the chain and burn the woman's hand was met with another counter in the form of another spell. By now, the leonine woman had pulled herself out of the rubbery cocoon, but that consequently left her open to the wide-ranging arc of yellow energy. Engulfed within the whirlwind of that energy wave, Amaranta growled loudly as her body was pushed several meters backward. The damage was piling up, and even she would be a fool to ignore it.

Her regenerative function was working as intended, but Mizu was testing it to a considerable extent. Lacerations could be seen on her arms, blood could be seen pouring from the side of her head, staining her jet black hair in a bright shade of crimson.

Spitting at the ground, Amaranta recognized that facing her with mere half-assed effort would only result in her loss, and she was losing. And, then she wondered. What would happen after that? Would she purify her? She was attacking her with such vigor and rage that this particular scenario seemed like a reasonable conclusion. It was a Shinigami's duty, after all. Well... it was her duty to maintain her way of life. At all costs. Pulling her zanpakuto from her hip, Amaranta lifted it towards the air and uttered a release phrase.

"Fan the Flames, Rebelión!"

The moment she uttered those four words, her body was swiftly enveloped in a radiant orb of reiryoku, a fierce heat wave spreading ten meters outward. Once that golden orb subsided, Amaranta stepped forward. Three notable alterations had rooted themselves in her appearance. Her hands were covered in fire, resembling the paws of a lion. Her jet black hair now resembled a lion's majestic mane, drowned in a sea of fire. Her fiery tuft of a tail flickered around as she licked at the blood pouring down on her face. What accompanied her overall change in appearance was a heat wave extending in a forty meter radius, depriving the area of it's moisture. There were no civilians in the immediate area. She had no intention of being defeated. To hell with that. She still wasn't going to leave this girl injured beyond repair, but she wasn't just some target practice for a bunch of spells! Swiping a claw in an upward arc, she unleashed a crescent of fire towards her as she charged towards the woman at breakneck speed.