Fightin' Dirty [Catherine, Sola]

Dust and debris were kicked up from the sudden collision with the beam of energy, her position compromised as she was set on a track to tumble down into the ruins... But the sight of a fumbling redhead was nowhere to be found, if anything the timing of it made it look more like she ran away at first or got buried in rubble thanks to the blast.

The silence was fleeting, however...

She appeared before him with a raised fist, ready to strike, though the figure dissipated as soon as he'd lean in for a hit; in reality, his opponent was to the left of him, in which she had suddenly closed the distance in the confusion. Her expression of mockery was gone, instead replaced with a look of a predator - fierce and focused. In this heart-pumping movement, a hiss of an exhale left her as a fist with green wavelengths dancing around it came to smash directly into the arrancar's nose in a disorientating strike empowered thricefold her typical strength, if properly delivered she would then follow it with her other fist, a forceful additional twist of the body leading to his jaw being struck upwards.

Her fist lost trajectory with the arrancar's lunging for her figure, the space between movements too slim for her to do much but keep her feet forcibly planted to the ground with the manipulation of it's souls as she was put up to a stress test, her body struggling against his with a notable struggle. He was definitely stronger than her, being forced onto the ground as she pushed against him. Her face reddened, grunting in the struggle as her blood rushed and lungs burned with tension, the stalemate was to be broken at any point. Kicking him in the junk wouldn't work; even if he flinched she'd still be on the ground.

An unusual noise could be heard, somewhere between a cough and a clearing of the throat, her mouth firmly shut for just a moment before her lips would suddenly expand, a forceful spit of saliva imbued with an acidic quality sent spraying into his face. Her mouth and throat burned from doing so, but it wasn't like she would be up to chatting while it healed.

Her feet shuffled and shifted so as to prevent herself from being directly pushed backwards while maintaining a push against him, refusing the ground it's desire to slip away under her weight. She wasn't in the right position to use bringer light to force him back, she'd probably end up twisting her ankle if she wasn't careful. A wheezing laugh came from her as he cringed from the spray, only to be cut off by the force of the headbutt, the sensation of her upper body rattling inducing a wave of illness, but it wouldn't be enough to stop her.

Parts of her face burned with the distribution of spit flashed onto her face, but the pain just motivated her next move: as her head swung back toward him, it came unusually close, her parted jaws diving in to attempt at a bite in region between his neck and shoulder, her feet slipping underneath her as, if the move landed, she'd clasp onto that flesh for dear life, even squeezing her fingernails into the holdings she has of his body to further inflict pain and discomfort.

She herself was unwilling to release him, even through the pain and burning as she hit the floor. She bit, clenched, and squeezed with all the strength in her hands and jaw, her eyes tight as to not allow the transferred acid to hit her eyes. She caught the telltale signs of a charging cero, yet she refused to let go, even as a flash of heat brilliant enough to feel cold hit her face. Her nerves screaming in pain were replaced with a flood of euphoria, that sensation hitting when she was getting into the meat of battle. She let go not by her own will, but rather the breaking of her teeth from the force of the shot.

She was so astoundingly ecstatic he turned out to be a hollow, after all.

Her clothes were burned down to her shoulder, exposing both fresh wounds and severely scarred flesh, half her face was bubbling with blisters, a half shut eye, and missing flesh, not that she cared; it could be mended with time, now was the moment to focus on him, "Reahr fuhked uhp... Tah yuse yer shero burrshiht... Ahftah mohckin' me fhohr mhy weahponsth..!"

Her voice was hoarse from the acid in her throat and broken up from her literally gargling teeth, spitting shards in his face repeatedly she'd sharpened in her mouth with her abilities. The rake of agony was nothing more than a motivator to get one up on him, one of her trembling hands reaching about for any manner of debris to alter in order to strike him from her low position. This fight was not over for all she was concerned.

(note: she said "Real fucked up to use your cero bullshit after mocking me for my weapons!")

Her hands kept feeling until her fingertips caught something, cool and hard - a scrap of rusted metal was good enough for her. She pulled it closer to her hand and once gripped, it's shape would morph into something far more pointed, practically a makeshift knife held tightly in her grip as she'd swing it whilst the force was enhanced with flashes of Bringer Light to stab at his face, more particularly his eyes, committing firmly to the action even as a flash hit her vision. She knew where to swing, and could sense his position; even if it missed the desired sections of his face, it'd have the same quality of acidic contact that she forced into her saliva to at least deal some additional harm in her present state.