Old Hatreds (Stella, Kalama)

It seemed that her words had awoken whatever brain cells the Quincy had, resulting in her actually using a spell. The chant was familiar enough and as the ball came towards her, Kalama would place her hands out before her, calling out a spell of her own. “Bakudō #39. Enkōsen.” A yellow spinning disk of spiritual energy would appear before, taking the brunt of the spell and causing it to be wrapped by the Quincies Gebet rather than herself. The two spells met ferociously but Kalama’s Kido just about did the job.

Unfortunately for her, it left her open to the redhead’s axe attack and an angry scream of pain left her as the weapon hit her in the side. There was simply not enough time for her to get a defence up and she grit her teeth, anger building up within her even more now that she was wounded. A burst of shunpo and she’d make distance between the two of them again, turning around, favouring her side. Yet, she wasn’t going to let a single blow stop her and all it did was amplify her hatred.

“Fucking bitch!” She hissed, grasping her zanpakuto and moving back in towards her foe once more, leaping up to try and slash at her opponents face. Meanwhile, with her free hand, she’d point at her opponent and snap. “Hadō #32. Ōkasen.” Releasing a yellow arc of energy towards her opponent, hoping to catch with either one or the other of her attacks.

The assassin hated Blut so damn much and her eyes flashed with irritation as her attack was somewhat negated by it. Still, at least contact was made and the sight of the woman shivering did bring her some pleasure. She’d be doing more than just that by the time Kalama was finished and even though she was wounded herself, the green haired woman’s determination wasn’t dampened. Kalama had taken plenty of hard shots before and no doubt would take a fucking lot more in the future.

An elbow came towards her although due to the size difference, it ended up heading a little higher than her stomach. She was able to do something about it though, hardening her body again with her Hakuda, enough that she could catch the woman’s attack and push her aggressively away. Kalama could tell from the woman’s physique that she was fairly strong physically and she could definitely swing that bloody axe.

If the Quincy wanted to fight close then Kalama wouldn’t back off either, getting in close to theredhead’s body and launching a powerful punch to her midsection. She would’ve aimed higher but with her lack of range and knowing that Stella had a natural defence with those damn pillows of hers, it was probably wise to go low. There would be noticeable power behind her strike, amplifying it with her rather well trained Hakuda.

It wasn’t a pleasant clash of heads and even with her Hakuda helping to cushion the blow, there was only so much it could do about such a direct hit. It stung like mad and her eyes briefly watered but the rage that was always building helped Kalama to shake the cobwebs out. The Quincy wanted to play like that, did she? Fine. Every moment of pain that the Shinigami felt was going to be paid in full and then some. The petite green haired woman wouldn’t accept anything else.

Pushing Stella’s arms up and off of her shoulders, Kalama would then jump into the air, before trying to slam her head into the Quincies as a receipt for the previous attack. She channelled her spiritual energy again in order to increase the potency although with the woman’s Blut, the assassin didn’t know how much damage it might do. It didn’t fucking matter though, as the Shinigami’s mind was almost completely blinded by wrath. All the while, her zanpakuto would remain menacingly in her hand, just waiting for the opportunity to strike at the redhead.

Returning the favour via headbutt might not have been the brightest idea and even though Kalama almost now had a nasty headache to go with her painful side, the assassin wasn’t deterred. The Quincy had deserved what she’d gotten and to see her fall on her fat backside was a pleasure for the green haired Shinigami to see. Soon enough, she’d be out for the count for good but for the time being, just getting a little space helped Kalama to recover her senses, even if it was only a few precious seconds.

The redhead’s next move was rather reckless and Kalama was able to see the tackle coming and while she was a little wobbly, the assassin was able to turn to the side, letting the Quincy run right past her. The dagger wielder could see what her opponent's strategy was at this point and knew that at range, the advantage clearly was with her. It appeared that her opponent needed to work on her magic indeed and Kalama wasted no time in tapping her own potent skills again.

Channelling an orb of lightning into her hands, she’d shout, again skipping the chant to cut her casting time. “Hadō #63. Raikōhō.” The orb would explode into motion, heading towards the Quincy at quick speed.

The woman’s Blut was starting to get on Kalama’s nerves, taking some of the damage out of the assassin’s well cast spell. It was typical of the fucking Quincy, ruining her fun as usual and the purple eyes of the Shinigami narrowed again. Yes, she’d knocked the woman down but yet again the redhead rose. It seemed that the petite warrior was going to have to increase the pace, which wasn’t exactly easy with the gnawing pain in her side but there was nothing else for it.

Kalama had an ace in the hole of course, one that she knew would most definitely turn the fight in her favour but there was just a touch of wariness in the assassin’s mind. It was so difficult to control and the Shinigami already knew what happened when she did lose it. She recalled her last training session with it well and the burns she received had taken quite a while to heal. Yet, the more aggressive and far more vocal part of her mind was yelling at her to use it.

For now though, she focused on the woman’s attack, attempting to evade the axe attack by moving her body. Yet, that wasn’t where the Quincy was aiming for and a groan of pain escaped the Shinigami as she felt the redhead’s foot catch her in the side. A growl left Kalama’s lips and in order to try and give herself a moment to recover, she’d shout. “Bakudō #21. Sekienton.”

From her position, a red cloud of smoke would envelop the area, hopefully allowing Kalama the chance to shunpo backwards to a safe distance, giving herself a much needed moment. Her side was starting to sting and the pain was causing her anger and rage to build up to a crescendo. This woman was pissing her off and the desire to rip her head off and put it on a spike was overwhelming.