Let's Enjoy [Klein, Amaranta]

Mess didn't even begin to describe whatever the hell that was, truth be told. Amaranta walked away from that battle with those damned brats unsatisfied. Considering the level of activity in that shithole, she expected a great battle against mighty opponents. What she got was a pair of cowards who couldn't finish the job. The brown-haired coward and the dark clown. Neither proved entertaining enough to maintain a lingering effect on her spirit. Therefore, it was no surprise to see her visibly frustrated, pacing across the battlefield in search of anything remotely interesting. From her point of view, she was probably better off fighting the hollows instead since they proved the mightier opponents.

"What does it look like?"

As expected, there was no shortage of frustration in her tone, accompanied by an annoyed expression. The sweet voice and complimentary words weren't didn't really faze her at the moment. If anything, she was particularly annoyed with this little guy. Not only did he play around with his opponent, but let her run wild and strike her from behind. Tch. What was he expecting for an answer? It should've been blatantly obvious. What looked to be an enticing meal was nothing more than a goddamned tease.

"That battle was a fucking bore."

" 'Can't exactly blame me for that one can you?' Oh, I don't know. Weren't you the one who said I'd have fun? Far as I'm concerned, I did better fighting for the other side. Those guys got the real entertainment. All I got was a bunch of cowards."

Amaranta recognized the coalescing energy thrumming around Klein but paid no heed to it as she mockingly repeated his own stupid question, ire weighing heavily within her tone. In his words, he promised something that ultimately proved to be so insufferably dull. For one who lived for battle as she did, the reviling thought that she went unsatisfied on the battlefield was nothing short of detestable. Crunching debris beneath her feet, she kept her back turned, gazing back at him with a firm degree of annoyance in those burning sapphires. She couldn't exactly fault him for those bastards hightailing it out of there, but her mind wasn't exactly abiding by reason at this moment.

"What the hell was that out there, anyway? Play around with your food until they become a thorn in my ass? I did better going in on my own."

"Heh, now you're speaking my language."

Annoyance was repainted by amusement as Klein's voice and form shifted within an instant. What an interesting shift in form. When did this this little man grow all of a sudden? Evolution? Form change? Whatever. It wasn't as if any of that particularly mattered right now, though. His upraised finger signaled the beginning of their exchange.

A sudden shift of her feet carried her forward in a fierce burst as she roared, hand and finger poised like a gun. Energy of an orange colored hue formed at the tip, releasing the ray in a interrupted stream targeted right for his chest. Whether his came before her own was largely inconsequential. She'd easily use Sonido to side step it and overwhelm him in a wild rush assault. Knowing him, he'd likely resort to that damned mist that proved the bane of her existence the last time, and by extension her defeat.

"Let's dance."

"Discipline? Me? I like the sound of that. Show me what counts for discipline, then, Klein. Make my time here worthwhile!"

Two rays of energy collided, and Amaranta was already transitioning into her next series of actions. A new form likely came with its fair share of tricks. Observing him would be pretty crucial here if she wanted to pull one over. Prior experience made her assume that his default option was to transition into his resurrección yet reality revealed a katana sweeping toward her in an unperturbed arc. Did it possess that nature as those arrows that chiseled away at her energy the last time? A bold charge was oh so tempting, but she'd play it safe by now, employing Sonido to vanish out of the radius of his sword strike and the crimson arc it created, reappearing behind him to shoot another beam at his back in that same motion as before. If it connected, good. She'd aim to go directly for a leg sweep to throw him off balance. If not, back to the drawing board.

"Of course. Restraint's no fun, babe. Holding back just isn't my style."

"Heh..."

Elusive as always. Of course, that was to be expected. He always proved an evasive foe to lock down. She was no stranger to that. In a contest of speed, he was proving her equal in these short instances, a fact which brought her no small degree of joy as she maintained her own elusory pace. Studying him with observant sapphires, Amaranta discerned the phenomenon unfolding, the golden coin manifesting into a swirling sphere of crimson. A whirlwind of energy portending something destructive, perhaps? Golden-hued energy generated around her fists in preparation. Destructive or not, it isn't enough to throw her at unawares.

As that crimson sphere roared through the air, Amaranta launched golden orbs of energy from her fists in a bid to match the capacity of that attack. An explosion followed as energy collided, the immensity of the attack becoming wholly apparent as Amaranta felt the whiplash of impact pushing her back by a few meters. Well now, that attack felt relatively more destructive than anything he employed the last time they fought. Where did this crafty bastard pick that up? She wasn't so bold as to think her Cero, even with moderate improvement, was anything to match the nature of an attack like that, but it was worth a shot in the end to gauge its destructive capacity. At worst, the resulting shockwaves pressed her back and distorted her balance. Something to take note of, yes, but nothing to sway her entirely, either.

"Followers without any strength to their name can be a pain in the ass. I get that. The stronger you get, the more likely it is you'll get your fair share of riffraff gravitating towards you in search of a protector, someone that'll make their life a little easier. I get it. I want capable people following me, too. Even so..."

Following her momentary pause, the leonine woman's zanpakuto manifested within the palm of her hand. Lifting it towards the sky, a wide grin tore across her face as Rebelion's release phrase danced from her lips. A golden sphere surrounded her body until it dissipated to reveal her emblazoned leonine form. When they last fought, Amaranta had toyed around until it worked to her detriment, underestimating his capability until it was too late.

"What I won't do is restrain myself for the masses. If the hangers-on want to follow, I'll whip their ass into shape. I'll find exceptions to the rule. Those who recognize their limitation, but wish to step beyond it. For the weak, I'll simply be the example to follow. What strength borne of weakness can achieve. Those who wish to evolve and adapt can stand at my side. Those who don't can simply perish. Nothing more, nothing less..."

Now? Amaranta viewed him as someone who was more than capable of holding his own, a different type of example of what it meant to be strong. It wasn't the type of strength she was accustomed to, and she wasn't entirely sure she understood the nature of it compared to the more vigorous displays of power she could find elsewhere. In other words, what will satisfy her today is...

"Which is why I do genuinely find you interesting, Klein. Wanting to put someone in their place who won't rest until they reach the top. What does that amount to, I wonder? I want to see how far I can press it. If the Gotei couldn't draw it out, I'll do it myself!"

Sonido accompanied her exclamation as she roared forward, swiping her claw through the air to release a column of flame in the wake of her strike. What will satisfy her today is seeing what the extent of his willpower is. Clearly, she isn't satisfied with what she saw watching him play with his food. Thus, she has removed all inclinations of the intention that she'll be holding back. That's right. What she wants now... is satisfaction.