Squid Games. (Akira vs Priscilla)

BANG's continued ringing out as the trapped Arrancar pounded repeatedly on the Tōzanshō's wall. Then something changed, strange water began pouring into the inverse pyramid, causing Priscilla to recoil slightly at the sudden intrusion. It seemed to be heading straight for her face in an attempt to drown her, Priscilla's mouth already closed as a large breath filled her lungs in anticipation. Her eyes burned holes through the salt water and Bakudō barrier as her focus remained entirely on ripping Akira apart limb from limb.

Though not human, it didn't take long for Priscilla's chest to begin burning from holding her breath for too long. In this rage state her mind couldn't form too many coherent thoughts, leaving her angrily slamming on the wall between herself and her prey as strength began leaving her arms. Then her legs. Then everything began darkening...until...an explosion. The interior of the pyramid was rocked by a blast of Reiatsu as glowing energy completely enveloped the redhead. A moment later the spell shattered, and as the dust settled a much different woman was left in its wake.

In place of the vibrantly dressed Arrancar Akira had been fighting was a monochromatic woman covered only in shades of grey. From her lower back extended eight limbs covered in black splotches that only seemed to grow longer and longer as they stretched in all different directions. Though the color had gone from Priscilla's eyes, it was clear they still burned with uncontrolled flames of rage as she stared Akira down. She was intent on destroying him, and no other thought could enter her mind until her victory or defeat.

Without warning one of the eight limbs shot forth, as fast and strong as either of her arms or legs, and aimed to crash into Akira to bore a hole directly through his chest. Right behind it was another, and then another, totaling three to turn him into Swiss cheese.

Alright, that was enough spectating. This one looked like a doozer.

The foreign presence didn't make herself known for the duration of this little battle; she'd been out and about after delivering a commission and had noticed the erratic Arrancar, but didn't engage once she saw that shmuck show up. He seemed to have a handle on the situation til the gal drained of all color and broke his kido shenanigans - if he wasn't a deserter she would've laughed at his misfortune and watched his death. If she gave him a hand now, he'd owe her later after all.

As her form changed, a flying object would gun straight for her head, but it wasn't an attack: a staggering flash of light would dazzle the two. It was strong enough to give hollows a good blinding too, though she was dissatisfied with the prototype - it was supposed to paralyze whatever it hit but she couldn't get the energy to distribute out properly. Was a pretty good flashbang though, little successes.

"Hey!" She'd yell out from her hiding space, kicking into action with the manipulation of souls in the ground and air, effortlessly throwing herself into the action with incredible speed as she pulled a capsule off her belt and shoved it in the slot of her spear, the hollow mask shield brought in front of her in case of any stray attacks as she'd descend upon Priscilla, the mechanisms and sinew in her weapon twisting and contracting to pull the point back into it's bony columns, "Look like you need help!"

Should Priscilla be sluggish in moving or diverting her attack, she'd be getting a nasty puncture of force in her lower back.

Blinding light hid the world from Priscilla. Then, another voice? Who could that be, some other person to skewer? Priscilla's wild eyes, momentarily blinded from the sudden flash, were drawn to the latest entrant to this battle, another redheaded woman with a determined look upon her face. Her identity didn't matter, not to Priscilla; all that mattered was destroying her too.

Though panting at this point, Priscilla moved as fast as ever to send two more of her appendages at Catherine, each crashing into the Earth just narrowly missing the woman. With only her voice and Reiatsu revealing her location, the Arrancar woman wasn't as precise as she would've liked to be. Though her eyesight was little more than white, yellow, and the subtle silhouette of an image from seconds prior, she knew her arms hadn't struck the interloper by the lack of crunching bones beneath them.

At the same time, she felt the arms she had aimed at that man tethered to the ground somehow, resistance preventing her from pulling them back. With three of her extended arms left, Priscilla pulled them back and wrapped her body in them, creating a layer of armor against whatever it was she couldn't see. Then out of nowhere, pain! Something struck one of her tentacles with force, knocking her off balance and sending her forward a few feet. Had she been aware of the incoming attack she may have shrugged it off, but the shock of being hit from behind sent a ripple of fear through Priscilla.

With her vision returning, Priscilla could make out the presence of a woman about her size. Were they allies?! Her attention was then drawn to the strange shackles on her arms near Akira, keeping them locked in place. Priscilla breathed in mightily then screamed a blood-curdling scream, one filled with animalistic wrath, and tore her arms from the ground with a great heave, shattering their shackles. Then a torrent of flailing limbs surrounded her like a storm, working to knock away anything and everything away from her. Then they suddenly all retracted and surrounded her, forming a cocoon of arms, hiding her from her enemies. But this wasn't a true concealment; they could see, sense her after all.

All that changed as black ink appeared from the Arrancar, coating her entire body and arms in black and then...nothing. She was gone. From Catherine and Akira's eyes and Reikaku. For all intents and purposes, Priscilla was gone from this world like words on wind. Then, without any prior warning, a blast of cerulean energy appeared a dozen feet to Catherine's right, quickly expanding to overtake the woman's entire body.

Yeah, this one really seemed to be out of her fucking mind for some reason. Did this dumbass agitate her or something? What a damn mess, it'd be less energy to just force this situation to wind down than to keep adding to the fire, wasn't a hunt and she sure wasn't getting paid to kill or maim some octopus chick. Rapidly backstepping with a flourishing of green light trailing her feet to avoid the lashing of tentacles, her grip on the weapon tightened and her gaze remained focused on her target that seemed to be planning something with that enclosing of her extra limbs; only an idiot would rush in, thus Catherine kept her distance, something was happening.

Then she was.. Turning black. What the hell was she doing? It wasn't anything like she was doing prior, but what was dangerous was that she noticed she no longer could sense her. Well, that's a pain; relying on that sixth sense wasn't gonna work here, thus she closed her eyes and listened closely to her surroundings, she couldn't have gotten far and she definitely was up to a counterattack right...

Now.

With calm determination, she reacted to the incoming attack with startling confidence, swinging her shield-carrying arm to meet the explosion and acting quickly with manipulating the souls in the air in order to create a proper shielding. Her arm strained, the might of the attack pushing against her, whipping her hair as she held herself in place with a separate application of swimming green light restraining her feet. It was too tough to knock away, but she could endure.

"Hey, mind getting all of that out of your system so we can all go home?" She'd call out after the conclusion of the attack, heart racing, "I'm not interested in wasting energy beating sense into you, so unless you're up to keep being wild and unreasonable, cut it out and get your bearings in order."