Figures of Authority [Amaranta, Khaana]

"There you go. Now you're speaking a language I can understand."

Offering one more playful tease, she blew a kiss in the woman's direction after being kicked in her hip. Combat was a far more familiar dance than attempting to offer life advice. Whatever frustrations she harbored could be expressed through battle. Or so, that's how she usually solved all of her issues.

To be certain, Amaranta didn't particularly think it was the best idea to engage in combat after experiencing a perilous battle in such a short window, but she wasn't going to deny her challenge either. Vanishing in a flash moments after Khaana, her sonido carried her to Khaana's location.

A fitting stage for battle, where they could fight freely and without distraction. A familiar place. In the blink of an eye, she arrived with a wide grin torn across her bestial features. Those terms suited her quite nicely. Restraint in a spar was never her strong suit.

After all, how else could warriors improve if they were playing soft in simulated battles? They would never experience the fear of death, and never adapt to the unpredictable nature of a battle. Assuming an offensive stance, her fist pointed in Khaana's direction, Amaranta beckons for her approach.

"Fine by me, Princess. Holding back isn't like me. Let's see you add reality to those words of yours, shall we?"

Surrounded by the vanguard of Seraphs spearheaded by Khaana, a pulse of spiritual pressure whirled around her body in an incandescent flash of light.

Reflex and battle acumen guided her actions as two of the beasts converged around her, rushing her down with unbridled aggression. Ducking below those outstretched arms, Amaranta grabbed onto the Seraph in front of her, shifting her body around in an accelerated spin to send it flying directly into the one behind her.

Should the counterattack prove successful, the bronze lioness would direct her attention to Khaana and the other seraphim, lifting a palm to fire off a wave of bala to keep them from approaching and crowding her if the other two came roaring back for action. Moving in unending patterns, repeatedly turning her head, she maintained her stance, zanpakuto roaring to life within her palm. Excitement pulsating across every inch of her body.

Prior experience with Khaana's battle tactics told her that no mere throw would hinder the rebounding Seraphim's aggression. Though they weren't nearly aware as their ringleader, they were still capable of reacting accordingly. Again, her body shifted, moving sideways to turn around, slashing her blade through the air to cleave right through the monstrous Seraphim's midsection. Whether it earned purchase or not, Amaranta followed through with the slashing motion of her claymore, grinding the large piece of steel across the ground until it caught fire from the accumulated friction.

In the blink of an eye, another pair of Seraphim were circling at and charging her again - an attempt, no doubt, to press her on the defensive against a wave of superior numbers. Improvising on the fly, commonly befitting of her battle strategy, the Burning Lioness spun around from where she stood, cleaving her zanpakuto through the air to create a ring of fire.

Employed the wild flame to keep them from charging in unfettered, Amaranta's vigorous form flashed through the air like a blur, appearing before her like a murderous predator sizing their prey. Throwing her blade forward like a projectile, one flying directly at Khaana, Amaranta positioned her hands as though leveling a gun, firing off an orange beam of concentrated energy that sought to test the woman's reaction time and durability.

"Careful now, Princess. Don't get too ahead of yourself. I know you have some experience with biting off more than you can chew, but don't expect me to show any less mercy than those hollow did. Even if you beg me to stop."

Challenging the woman, she spoke freely, without restraint. A declaration. A promise. Relentless aggression. That was what defined her as a warrior, and if Khaana truly desired to draw that out, she ought to be fully aware of the repercussions.

"Hoh?"

What an impressive display of offense and defense. The blade and beam of energy, two elements that sought to earn a degree of flesh, were deflected and nullified the moment they entered her radius, earning no purchase. That did little to impede her charge, however, as she simply continued rushing forward. Momentarily divested of her zanpakuto, Amaranta resorted to defending herself through her attributes as an Arrancar. The moment Khaana executed her attack, a swirling mass of reiryoku clouded Amaranta''s body, condensing around her arms and legs.

Momentarily employing her hierro as a set of armor, she rushed forward, her fist careening forward like a missile to deflect the high-speed pillar of energy cutting along the ground. Devoting her attention to that attack momentarily shifted her focus away from Khaana, allowing the woman to fly in for a follow-up as she slammed her armored knee into her stomach.

A remarkable strategy, to be certain, but far from enough to send her barreling through the air without maintaining a measure of balance. Shifting her body further backward out of her own volition, observing Khaana's transformation, Amaranta flashed through the air, retrieving her zanpakuto amidst the wild torrent of reiatsu unfolding around her.

Regaining her footing, only to find it compromised by a burning mass of heat, Amaranta recognized the danger of the meteoric attack hurtling from above through her instinct for battle and leaped a few meters backward to evade, catapulting her body through the air, the ground beneath her transforming into no more than a burning warzone of sorts.

Excited by the uptick in offense she displayed, the Burning Lioness allowed a fond whistle to fall unbidden from her lips. Now that was something worth displaying her true prowess in battle, something worth responding in kind with equal aggression. Hovering in the air, her sword pointed to the air like a spartan warrior declaring war, she called out to her companion with a wild grin torn across her bestial features.

"Hahaha! Now, that's what I call a warning shot! If I hadn't moved out of the way, you might have done some real damage to me that time! Training gloves are going off now, Brat. Time to show you some real discipline. Fan the Flames - Rebelión!"

The booming voice heralded her release, commanding the energy around her body to whirl and condense within a golden orb of spirit energy. When the golden waves of energy vanished, her body embodied the title she wore with pride transcending existence itself. El Abrasador Leona - The Burning Lioness. Through a roaring shout, Amaranta challenged the woman to face the difficult threat before her.

"Show me who you really are, Khaana! Huntress or prey!?"

Tact never was her forte. Holding back was never her way of showing others a path to the glory she endlessly yearned for as though it were a curse. Forming a polearm out of the untamed fire she now controlled, she swung the makeshift weapon forward to release a cleaving pillar of flame, dwarfing all previous attacks in sheer offensive might.

"Whoa, boss. I know I'm arousing, but do try to keep it in your pants until after that battle's over, okay? Don't worry. Once I win, I have no problem showing you who belongs on top."

The direct taunt was taken in stride as fierce sapphires recognized that barrier, employed like a makeshift bullet, hurtling toward her at high velocity. Evading it would have been a simple act, but Amaranta, possessed of sheer battle lust, remained stalwart in her position, trading projectile blows with the woman as that destructive barrier attempted to rip through her flesh, but to no avail.

Of course, that didn't mean her blow had been ineffective. In the center of her gut, evidence of Khaana's attack had been engraved on her stomach. A fusion of torn flesh and seared skin. A notable mark of her will, elicited a violent smile in the burning warrior's countenance.

"Now then...Let me show you something fun, mocosa."

To prove that she was superior, that she wasn't holding back, she mocked the woman from her aerial vantage point, recomposing the polearm within her hand into a sphere of untamed flame. The incandescent orb rotated along the palm of her hand until it reached a size capable of encompassing the overgrown monstrosity below her. Palm facing forward, the torrent of condensed hellfire was shot forth with immense vigor, localized to avoid full-scale destruction, but not nearly restrained that it wouldn't damage the woman considerably if she didn't evade.

Even in that scenario, she would only be condemning herself to a miserable fate, as the flame spread into a wilfire to surround her body within an infernal cage. Past battles certainly told her she could take advantage of that, and since Khaana wanted her to come at her with everything in her arsenal, she would certainly employ the knowledge she learned along the way.