Sacrificial Lambs to the Slaughter [Safira, Open to 2]

All as they agreed. She did delight when people upheld their ends of bargains and Kurosaki Ichigo had given her the means to enact a swift judgment on the ones that called themselves "gods". This fragile illusionary world that they had made would all regress into chaos by her whim. So she descended from above, waving her hand to her companions in the process.

"Scatter, the lot of you. If any of you do not kill your weight in shinigami by the end of this I'll kill you myself."

She declared to the followers. Her own intentions were plain and simple. Safira had one goal when she landed on the ground which was to kill as many shinigami as possible. Quantity was far more important for her desires than quality, and so an array of green sigils appeared behind the falling arrancar that shot a barrage of light to carpet bomb the barracks below her.

Once her feet touched the ground, she stretched her awareness out. Her senses seeking out the weak clusters of shinigami that she could fell in an instant rather than the powerful opponents. The chess board needed to be emptied of pawns for her to win the game.

Oh? Two at the same time, she was not expecting these sudden arrivals of this caliber. It wasn't like she was the strongest of the bunch, and she had sent her followers off to make their own chaos. For two esteemed "gods" such as these to choose little ol' her must mean she was special, or they thought she was an easy target. One was silent and hard to read, weaker than the one that spoke to her though, he seemed peculiar.

Safira decided that she'd entertain the man that spoke to her though, she was in a pleasant mood right now, and it gave her some time to grow a seed into a ripe fruit. She began to cultivate the formation of the Peri, obscuring it within her body so that she could raise her hands and make them visible. An act of surrender or pause for consideration, maybe. Even though her gesture said one thing, the poison within her the thick reiatsu that surrounded her.

While the two in front of her likely wouldn't succumb to its effect, it did make it difficult sense too much about her like a black hole distorting anything they sensed about her spiritual energy. Reading her was as consistent as trying to predict the wind.

"I'm Ouroboros... One of the hollows that has to enact the will of the strongest hollow, that being Kurosaki over there."

She said, using her thousands of years old hollow name rather than her modern ones. It probably didn't matter what she called herself to these people but avoiding her identity helped her displace ire. It was more fun to try to enthrall their interest in what the power dynamic of this group could be, what were their goals, why was this happening?

So many questions for this sudden invasion by otherwise docile hollows until now. It must be frustrating, no?

This was how it was going to be then? It was frustrating to her the whimsical nature of these shinigami. With her seven heads focused internally in this sealed form her ability to process information far outperformed most others, she could contemplate the situation in an instant. That two shinigami of this calibre would prioritise her while her companions run amok and cause destruction, it would make no difference to the amount of lives she can take which she would demonstrate to them.

Their vanity would be the undoing of what they meant to protect with this - the stronger one was her priority, if the other one wanted to do nothing but silently watch on as moral support then so be it. He could witness the glorious sight of the supreme hollow. As Yuuto made his offensive, it would be rendered pointless. A two pronged attack meant nothing when her method of dealing with the manifested spirit inhibited the captain's attack was omnidirectional.

The layer of her kelipah that was her protection became a wave of pure explosive force that meant to blew everything away from her, Hema. The wave of pressure levelled the surrounding buildings until there was a crater with the only level ground being what she was standing on from the explosion. It had one purpose, to buy her enough time to utter two words.


Her crown broke into a black, covering her from head to toe and leaving a silhouette that grew into a fully developed woman until it revealed her in the released form. Her Olam Ha'zeh, Sheol. The stakes were in full motion now. Her new form hastened her ability to produce her fruits, and the first Peri came into bloom with an orb hovering around her. The captain that attacked her should feel privileged that this blessing was created for him alone, the one she had recognised as the greater threat by his spiritual pressure.

It was airborne but the fact that only one person could suffer its effects and its short duration only counteracted the issues by making it just as potent otherwise. The black mist that surrounded her had one purpose, if he got close to her and inhaled then he would find himself unable to move. It didn't travel very far due to quickly becoming inert but if she could remain in his vicinity then it made it easy for her to keep him trapped in a cycle of exposure.

"Tell me, shinigami, what do you fight for?"

Safira asked of them. Did they fight for glory, did they fight to protect the weak, did they fight for wealth? It was the only thing she wanted to know so that she could make their defeat all the more miserable as she began to prepare her second Peri.

Peri 1: [Alignment: Detrimental | Function: Muscle Paralysis | Target: Yuuto | Delivery: Airborne | Time: Very short.]

Was this their strategy? So be it. She would respond by informing the stronger of the two that he wasn't the only one here that could do tricks like what he started this battle with. From behind her two circular sigils appeared and gave the shape of two dragons' poking their heads out. Not too far but just enough that their open jaws could be seen that looked more like marble statues than anything else. From those jaws a wave of green Ohr (Cero) in the form of flames spewed to overwhelm the spear of lightning and press towards the fifth division captain, scorching the ground in their wake.

They did not linger though. Disappearing as quickly as they had appeared while she remained bound, quite content almost to stay like this. Why should she worry about them getting close to her? For one of them it could be a death sentence and the other, well, he was proving to her that he preferred a similar approach as she did. She hoped that his pride wasn't going to be his downfall if he was going to compete against her in his current state though.

Gimatria was what made her differ from others a great deal. To remove the requirement to fire Ohr from her body, she did not need to point and aim. She had to conjure her sigils and fire it from them, a demonstration would do well to help the quiet one get the idea. She smiled at him from her spot, her open mouth letting her senses operate at their maximum effectiveness as her snake features were put to use, and she could "taste" all the souls in the wide area around her. Her spiritual senses lacked any great depth or ability to penetrate into specific targets to try to understand their intentions or what have you, they were best suited for keeping aware of the entire battlefield.

A battlefield that was littered with injured or weaker souls. So she manifested a sigil above all of them, even above Byakuya and Yuuto's heads despite the fact that they would have no issue dodging it. This was a statement after all. It was not to hurt them, she did need them to figure out what all those other points of her spiritual power were though that they couldn't see with their eyes. Each one a shinigami that wasn't as fast or as strong as them, and Safira doubted they could handle even her weakest beam of light when she was in this form.

"I'll spare half of them if you relinquish your spell."

They did not give her an answer which was a shame. Safira hoped for their sake that they were here for glory rather than to protect the weak that she came to massacre. She did hope that a feeling of futility came to mind while she held the knife to all those throats. Even if they bound her, they would not deny her. She reigned supreme. Of that there was no question and as the second fruit bloomed and her first head reached its maturity, she would make them regret every second of her precious time that they took from her.




Peri 1: [Alignment: Detrimental | Function: Muscle Paralysis | Target: Yuuto | Delivery: Airborne | Time: Very short.]

Peri 2: [Alignment: Neutral | Function: Apply Mark | Target: Shinigami | Delivery: Spiritual attacks | Time: One day.]

Heads: [Jeroboam | Ahab | Manasseh | Doeg | Ahitophel | Balaam | Gehazi.]