Catch a Tiger (Snake) By The Tail [Kita/Safira]

Frustrated grunts and hisses were uttered by the giant tigress, the unnaturalness of the cold flat floor only seeming to be accentuated with the pair of flip flops she was wearing, a soft yet annoying 'slap slap slap' accompanying her. They made walking on the sands more bearable, but they made the huntress feel too visible and predictable within enclosed walls, but she had decided walking around barefoot all the time wasn't going to work with her new dwelling, especially watching human women that dressed far more casually and comfortably than she ever had.

Though today was not for comfort, in fact she was already boiling from the mere idea of having to see that snake's bitch face again, much less by choice, a sour expression on her face as she would come into the room she was directed to, suppressing bestial impulses to violently dispose of the threat in front of her.

"I want to fight you," No pleasantries, not even a hello or good afternoon, the pale haired Arrancar was straight to the point with her desires, "I've only sunk teeth into feeble creatures recently. I wish to battle someone.. urh, far stronger than I."

She was holding back her distaste, but she wasn't going to get rid of that nagging feeling in the back of her mind if she didn't do this.

What did this mutt say? Safira's eyes glossed over the hostile entity in front of her. Did she think that she was a joker to make such a stupid statement. Fight her? Safira's green eyes lingered on the tall woman before she sneered at her. A taunting look that seemed so amused by the statements, it was like a child that had said something stupid but you couldn't help but smile since it was cute.

"Is that so, Klein's woman? You would like to fight?"

She said the words back to Kita just to make sure that she understood the gravity of them. She really thought about it, not that she thought Kita had the comprehension skills to ever understand it. This woman was an animal. She could only understand jungle law and that meant subjugating her with chains and enslavement. The only way to manage wild animals like this if you wanted to domesticate them.

"Very well. I will allow you the first move."

Safira snapped her fingers to draw the gilded snake figure from the snakes. It's body like liquid as it acted as though it were a unique entity though it really just performed like an automaton. An animated construct to utilise.

Her lip curled with the lack of acknowledgement, golden eyes glowing with resentment; from her understanding, she felt no subservience to the smaller Arrancar, so the label did nothing but make her confused yet angry, she had enough sense to know it was intended demeaningly somewhere in her perception.

"Kita is my name," Growling back, everything about this woman pissed her off, she wasn't even willing to throw an initiative strike at her. Fine. FINE.

Zero hesitation or planning, the woman's body flickered with dark and crimson lightning, quickly collecting until her body was cloaked with the technique, suddenly bursting for the other arrancar with the speed and force of a Cero, fully in the position to both smash into and grab her if undeterred, the ground where she last stood visibly cracked from the weight of her start.

"Technique Used:

Cute summed up Safira's thoughts at the angry little thing. She lunged but no sooner did she lunge would she be met with the overwhelming pressure of a thick reiatsu trying to crush her without any kind of restraint. Sure she was quite the hardy little arrancar, stronger than Safira was but pincering her with the reiatsu would make it easy to backhand Kita across the face with enough force send her flying off to the side.

"Is that all you have?"

Safira taunted. She had no qualms to crush Kita under the weight of her presence and manhandle her. It would probably only make the little cat more enraged at the situation.

Weaker beings should curse their own powerlessness. It was more fitting that way when met with someone who was their better.

She felt her lungs crush with the sudden build in spiritual pressure, her attack thrown off kilter and ultimately beaten into a wall, crashing and falling onto the ground with minimal injury, but the tall arrancar was rendered smaller beneath the battering, pulling herself to her feet. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, the sensation of that infernal power of her's waking back up to push her body to it's limits, shaking as her bloodlust showed, roaring against the deafening power despite it's oppression.

"..Have?!" Was the only thing she spat back before pushing herself into action again, the barely audible buzz of a Sonido leading her close to Safira once more, hands glowing with a furious red before the energy was crushed and swung at the snake, claw-like Ceros racing for her as Kita strained to remain upright, hardly breathing as rage ebbed at her thoughts.

"Oh?"

Safira mused to Kita, she left behind an afterimage as she used sonido to sidestep the cero before dashing at the other arrancar to grab at her throat. The crushing weight was used as nothing more than a buffer to hold Kita into submission. Throw her around like a ragdoll and rile her up further. What did the depths of this arrancar look like? How did she respond to being crushed under the weight of a superior specimen?

So if she could not retaliate then KIta would be thrown to the ground and feel the weight of Safira's shoe on her chest.

Her eyes were forcing their wavering focus on Safira, a feeling of lightheadedness would've been noticed at this point if not for the building rage boiling her blood, a choke erupting from her throat as she was hoisted up by the neck, golden eyes staring deadly at the woman as her arms suddenly swung up to grip Safira's own, digging her sharp nails and fingertips into her flesh and attempting to harshly twist and break the arm in her grasp, a labored foot raising to deliver a hard kick to her chest that lacked any control in strength - the adrenaline of her vengeance push her body to and past the brink.

She wanted to shred this woman. She wanted her to be nothing but bloodied meat strewn on the floor, torn apart by her hands. She ceased caring or acknowledging the gap of strength or her own feeling of inadequacy - she just wanted Safira to choke on those ugly words she spoke and there was nothing tearing her mind away from it.

"Your resistance is admirable but even if you get through my layer, you'll still need to get through another before you actually hurt me."

It was a fitting fight that she was putting up, maybe there was a use for this arrancar after all. She did need more subjects that were capable of cultivating her power if she wanted to transcend this form that had become quite lacklustre over time. Safira grit her teeth with a faint trail of blood coming from her lip from the kick, how excruciatingly painful to have her ravaged by such uncontrollable strength.

"I've decided. You'll do just fine for my uses."

Safira ominously explained while going for another kick to send Kita flying across the floor and into the nearby wall.

Safira's lips were moving, sounds were heard from her, but they mattered hardly as much as a beast's yips or whimpers to the Arrancar now, the kick to dispose of her hindered only by Kita's powerful grip on the woman's arm; unless Safira was comfortable losing a limb, Kita had a vice grip that not even the kick would cease, a splattering of blood leaving her hoarse throat. For the first in a few moments, she forced her lungs to fill with air, only to utter a phrase,

"No Mercy, El Furora Ruge." Her low voice growled, head lifting to reveal her eyes changing from gold to a deep red, her sclerae turning dark as her spiritual pressure rippled and her form changed - surprisingly experiencing minimal changes to her form apart from her mask fragments encompassing more of her head and her fingertips having fully sharpened and turned blood red, wild stripes raking the entirety of her form.

Her breathing rung in her skull, blood roared in her ears, as she swung a hand toward where she kicked with full intent to slice into it, the hand holding onto Safira's arm remaining and only tightening it's grip, worsening any damage she managed to inflict initially by the moment.

"My my, your hollow powers are more unimpressive than I had first suspected. You really are just all bite."

Safira complained about the woman's condition who had stuck herself to her arm like glue. This was something that went both ways however. The serpentine arrancar yanked her arm closer, hand reaching down to puncture Kita's arm so they were holding each other mutually. While Kita could tear at her, Safira would begin injecting her reiatsu into Kita with a sneer.

"Remember how this went last time, Klein's woman?"

She asked while keeping her reiatsu heavy in the air, an arm was fine to lose to Kita since she could fix it with time. The tigress didn't have her cornered quite the opposite really since Safira's fangs were deep into her arm now.