{SIDE EVENT} Major Demon Maggot Raid Upon Madrid, Spain!

"My my, so the maggots of hell have finally decided to coordinate, eh? ...This might be interesting." As the Demon Maggots invaded the city, it was soon becoming quite clear to everyone that this was not just some isolated incident. Against these forces, the Spanish Military was practically useless; their only concern to protect their heads of state. For the citizens who were left behind, abandoned seemingly both by their country and whatever deity they so chose to believe, there could be no hope. These "Diablos" as the Spanish called them, seemed to be a ruthless, nearly invincible force; fighting without morals or quarter, they killed or converted all in their path. Once news finally did begin to spread, the whole world was in shock. There was no nation able to respond fast enough, or send enough forces for that matter to try and aid Spain, and even then, what good would ordinary human soldiers do. Even the Soul Society was unable to react quickly enough. Sure, they may be able to send an alright amount of Shinigami quickly, but against these kinds of numbers, they would do little good. What good was a world connected if it was only able to send fear to every nation? No matter how you looked at it, the city of Madrid, and maybe even the entire country of Spain, was royally screwed...or was it?

About a half a mile away from the Maggot Army's main forces of 16,000, a peculiar phenomenon began to occur. Without any warning, a large, man-sized, pitch-black vortex ripped open seemingly from the fabric of space. Out of this odd portal, a lone man, emerged, walking with a slow pace that seemed to exude an air of arrogance. Standing at a rather intimidating six feet six inches, the man had long, flowing blond hair, uncommonly deceptive blue eyes, and a style of outfit unique to him alone. The man, of obvious Aryan descent, wore a long, tailored black coat that reached down to his feet, appearing to be a mixture between a dress and lab coat, an elegant, royal purple scarf, a fancy, white dress shirt with red tie, sleek black dress pants, and tailor made black dress shoes adorned with two metal plates; his look accented with a red cloth band around each of his arms, and a metal belt with many compartments worn outside of the coat to hold it closed. As he fully exited the portal, the man's identity became clear; at least to those who knew him, as Alfonso Gunter Reinhold. But, what was Alfonso, the infamous first deserter of the Gotei 13 and renowned "Evil Genius" doing at a place like this? "Well now, is this really all you could muster?" Alfonso asked in a superior tone, as if the 16,000 demons standing in front of him were nothing more than a small platoon. "Though, I suppose for beasts like yourself, you didn't have the foresight to assume you'd be challenged" Alfonso said, the arrogance still very clear in his tone. Although only the Maggot Army stood before him, Alfonso still spoke as if he were conversing with some "intelligent" being. In reality, these words were mainly just used to stroke his own ego. Then again, Alfonso already knew that someone with at least some level of intelligence was behind this attack.

Of course, As it stood now, Alfonso's words were nothing more than empty threats; as though he was rather capable, no one man could take out 16,000 opponents. As the Demon Maggots began to notice this, Alfonso only stood there and grinned. "Oh my, where are my manners? It seems I've forgotten to introduce my guests" Alfonso said, his tone becoming a bit more "evil" as he spoke. Tilting his head slightly to the left, as if to look behind himself, Alfonso raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. As soon as he did so, the black portal with which he had entered through grew nearly a hundred times in size, and suddenly, even the ground outside of the portal began to shake as the sound of heavy, clinking metal could be heard approaching. "You see, I decided since you all were throwing such a grand party, that I would invite a couple of "guests" myself" Alfonso said, and as soon as he finished, the first Dullahan could be seen emerging from the portal. There was only one way to describe the Dullahan; truly monstrous. Each of them stood at about twice the height of a human being, and at least three times as bulky. Each one seemed to be clad in thick, pitch-black armor, thicker than any sword could hope to penetrate. Of course, the most notable appearance of the Dullahan was, that they had no heads. Yes, the Dullahan's body seemed to cut right off after the shoulders, and instead they each had a large, evil grin and ethereal blue eyes on their torso. After the first Dullahan, more and more began to pour out, filing into an orderly formation directly behind Alfonso. As the last one exited the portal, a total of 5000 Dullahan stood behind Alfonso, ready to fight and kill all that stood within their creators path.

You see, the Dullahan were a very unique type of "being". Unlike any other race, or even these Demon Maggots, the Dullahan were created by Alfonso himself by extrapolating and combining the DNA and genetic traits of both Hollows and Demons. The resulting creatures, at least from his first experiments, were these headless, mindless brutes whose only reason for existing was to fight for Alfonso. While the Maggot Army may have seemed "near perfect" before, they paled in comparison to Alfonso's Dullahan. With no heads, no thoughts, no free will; the Dullahan could only serve their one goal for Alfonso, and were impossible to deter. Not only that, but compared to the Maggot Army's more "organic" appearance and "weapons", the Dullahan were like Tanks. Each one held a huge shield, about two thirds the size of their own body, and a large, curved sword. It was obvious that, while the Maggot Army definitely had the advantage in numbers, Alfonso's Dullahan Army was made up of far superior soldiers. "Now then, I'll let you play with these little insects for now, but please do remember to leave enough alive for me to properly research" Alfonso said to his Dullahan, before lazily waving his hand. With that sign, the 5000 Dullahan began to move forward slowly, their heavy footsteps shaking the ground beneath. Once the first line was past Alfonso, they all stopped, before that front row began to rapidly gather reiatsu, before each of the about 100 Dullahan fired a large, crimson red cero into the Maggot Army. Sure, while Alfonso was technically the "good guy" in this situation, he had little concern for all of the innocent civilians that the Demon Maggots were using. That being said, he also didn't care about them for capture or even to test his Dullahan, so his army would not intentionally attack the remaining civilians. Still, with the chaos caused by his entrance, any human who was wise and fast enough should definitely begin to consider running like hell. "Now then, let the show begin" Alfonso said, before using Shunpo to appear on the top of a five story building only a few feet behind his Dullahan Army.

Shinji wondered exactly what was going on as he stood in the air, looking down at the orcs beneath him. He wondered what thier purpose of life was, just a mass of destruction and pointless death. He almost felt sorry for them. He had arrived here in Madrid roughly 3 hours ago, having flashstepped quite a distance to reach this place, the North District of Madrid, looking out at the chaos caused. He could sense many different powers here, roughly 4000 of the same. However, there were some that were quickly raising in power, about 3 of them. Those worried Shinji, as he had no idea what they were. He looked with worry out a the mass of orcs, cotemplating his strategy. He had gotten here by passing through the eastern district. He had arrived and then gone to a meeting, then proceeded on his way. He had taken his time going over Madrid, slowly but calmly and surely reaching his destinantion, a place where 4000 orcs seemed to have gathered. He doubted he could take them all, but he could certainly put a good size dent in their forces and then have an ally finish them. He took 2 hours to reach his goal at his pace, and took up residence on the roof of a skyscraper. On the bottom of the structure the orcs had broken the glass, but it had remained further up the building. Therefore, they would find it very difficult to find him. He hid his power for half an hour, then released his shikai, exuding it's pathogen out into the orc around his location. In front of Shinji himself now he looked down at the beasts with great distaste, and perhaps just a shred of pity. He had been swining his shikai for half an hour, then he gripped the hilt, certain it was time. His shikai had perhaps hit between 1000-1500 of the 4000 stationed there as guards. His objective was simple. Stop the beasts at all costs. He was tired from the effort, and took some time to recover from it, now that the gas was affecting them all. In those ten minutes he decided on his plan.

He remembered the strategy meeting they had had 10 minutes in to his arrival. Waiting there had been Azure Iramasha and a strange German by the name of Alfonso. There had been one other there who had been unable to make the meeting, but Shinji trusted him to understand. The three of them had gathered by sensing each others energy, and they could tell how strong each other was simply by observing their energy. He had distrubuted tasks, as they could all sense the strange doom in Madrid. He asked Alfonso and Azure to attack the main force, while Shinji would go out to challenge the 4000 at the already conquered North District. Shinji left a small note outside the South Madrid airport that had been built within the last 50 years. He connected it too the wall with distinct traces of their reiatsu on it, discoverable by the last arriver of the group. Then they had each gone their seperate ways as they moved to attack.

Shinji reminded himself what he was here to do and gripped his shikai handle tightly, back to the present and he looked down at the orcs below him, very confused as to what was going on. They couldn't seem to figure out just yet what exactly was going on, and were going about their routine patterns in reverse. Shinji nearly smiled at the rediculousness of it all, then decided to make his move. He began an incantaion, closing his eyes and focusing. He positioned upside down on a skyscraper, a few feet off the ceiling, out of view of the orcs. Then he finished, ready. He disappeared, then reappeared in front of a small procession of about 50. He pointed his palm at them before they could react, saying simply:

"Hado 88: Hiryugekizokushintenraiho!"

Shinji fired the giant electric blast at the platoon, decimating it in the explosion as it enveloped them all. Shinji had pushed off on his feet, using the energy from the blast leaving his body to increase his speed. He made it out unharmed except for a few bits of ash here and there on his clothes. He had his left hand on his head, holding on his signature newsboy hat from being blown away. His right was attatched to his shikai's handle, and his face was determined as he began the second part of his assault. He ran into another patrol that had seen the explosion, larger then the last, containing roughly 65 members. He raced towards them at high speed, his shikai out, as they had become very confused as they drew near him. He had excluded them until now, when they had become his targets. Suddenly, they turned around and saw Shinji behind them, and quickly turned to counter. In reality, they had just left there backs to Shinji and he quickly made short work of the 5 in the back, thier howls made more audable from the blood splatters that Shinji had produced from the chinks in thier large armor. The orcs attempted to fight back, but only half of them were still alive when some of them began realizing what was actually happening. They tried to stop him, but he only smiled, performing a small flash-step that took little energy to perform when one had tried to and let it's instincts screw itself as it struck at the illusion and Shinji dispatched it. This was considerable child's play for Shinji, and didn't take too much energy as he had plenty of time to ready his moves and wasn't much exerting himself. Only about 5 were left by the time Shinji stopped his assault briefly.

Another patrol moved towards thier location, and Shinji turned to the remaining orcs, making extremely short work of them. He watched as this patrol, about the size of the last, observed their fallen comrades, made extremely bloody through thier armor. Surely they must have wondered how one man could do this so easily to an entire patrol? There question was soon answered as they saw Shinji disappear, much like the others had. Shinji made quick work of them as well, however for one thing. He had gone to strike down the final one when it shifted it's body, causing Shinji to miss the joint and pierce through the armor into it's thick hide, not having the same lethal force. However, it was enough, and the beast could tell where he really was from the blade causing it too bleed. It tried to grab Shinji, but he was only knocked back, grazing the skin of his face, badly bruising his right cheek bone. He got up from the ground and with his face set finished the last one off, then took a brief break, returning to the skyscraper where he had started.

He looked down at the carnage he had caused. There were 120 dead bodies with blood splatters on the ground and a giant clearing of land where his Hado 88 had fired. That had taken quite a bit out of him, and he took the oppurtuity to rest, knowing the orcs were not agile enough to reach him here. He waited until he had a comfortable amount of power restored, then proceeded on his goal. He looked out, extending his senses and looking out over the rest of Madrid. He suddenly felt a large orb of strange energy appear where Azure was, and realized his ally must be causing some serious havoc. And as for Alfonso, he could sense many similar energy types surronding him, not attacking him but the goblins. Shinji smiled, glad that they had allies. After another 5 minutes he arose again and looked down, seeing a great procession of roughly 500 orcs gathered under the tower. He frowned and began a very complicated incantation, going for his full power.

He smiled a little bit, sure in his ability. His time served in the Gotei 13 as the Captain of Squad 5 had paid off well, considering the knowledge he had been required to gain to recieve his position. He pointed both his palms at the orcs, releasing a great breath and focusing to his utmost, having just finished the incantation. He closed his eyes, and repeated a phrase:

"Hado Number 91. Senju Koten Taiho. Say goodbye to this life..."

He muttered as from his palms fired several spears, raining down on the advancing orcs trying to climb the builing sides. It crashed into them, dislodging them, and it only took 3 to knock all the ones foolish enough to try before they began hitting the ones on the ground. He had activated the pathogen, and htey were extremely confused, running into each other as they were incinerated in small groups since they had bunched together at the base of the tower. After he had fired 50 spears and was panting he finally stopped, waiting for the smoke to clear.

The area was nothing but blood and gore. And ash. Most of the poor beasts had been incinerated by the energy, their armor roasting them alive as if they were in a oven. The others on the edge of the explosions had been knocked into other explosions and the surronding area, or impaled by the actual spear before it exploded, leaving nothing but scattered armor pieces. The ground itself seemed pushed in from the force of Shinji's attack, and he allowed himself a small break, knowing that all the orcs who would have been able to see that had just been wiped into non-existence. In other words, he was safe, at least for a moment. He took relief in the fact, observing what he had done. I had to use a level 80 and then a level 90 hado. That takes a bit out of me. Good thing these things are unable to climb glass and cannot fly. Otherwise, I would be having several problems right now. It seems as if the longer they live, the more they adapt to their surrondings. In other words, as long as I kill them swiftly, I do not have too much to fear. However if they attack me in a large enough force, of more than fifteen hundred, then I most likely will need to step up my level to just survive. I believe I can do this, and I trust Azure and Alfonso to do the same. Huh. That's wierd... Both of my allies names begin with A. How odd... I suppose that makes me the odd man out then... He allowed his mind to wonder a bit, clearing it and preparing for when he would need it. He waited a few minutes until he stopped panting, and then gasped in, suddenly sensing something.

About a mile off, he could sense a strange power. It was similar to the orcs... But more potent. Indeed, Shinji could tell that the weilder of the power was used to it and using it to thier advantage. He stood up from his resting place on the roof of the flat ceiling, preparing himself. He did the first thing he could think of to prepare, and his right hand soon found his hairline. As soon as this being came into sight, he would pull down, calling upon his hollow to aid him. He knew he wouldn't be able to win as he currently was, but there were enough pathogens in the area that the creature would have undoubtably taken them in by now. He patiently watied, his shikai spinning int his left hand and his right strecthing as it waited for the powers owner to appear...

The wonderful city of Madrid had already become what one could figuratively call hell, or, as things moved on, a battlefield. The remains of blood, skulls, and arms, of the many Orc demons were either flying through another part of the city or being incinerated on compact. This is not something human man can comprehend. Demons? Orcs? Trolls? Ethereal warriors, fighting for the betterment of the people? Not many humans even in this day, can fathom such phenomena. The man appearing above the city, through a senkaimon gate, was one such person. This sight was something that he had only experienced just now and it mortified him beyond all compare. His entire mind had already been forced to see just how much hell this world known as earth truly was. Sure, the young man has heard of stories, stories of how there are always scary monsters like these lurking about, but to see it right in front of his eyes―――it almost took his sanity away. Even now, as he landed in a untouched part of the city, he felt fear racking his body endlessly. No, there could not be fear. Fear was the enemy, the ultimate enemy of which, Waver needed to defeat today. As he walked through the city, he remembered the days where people teased and humiliated him. He remembered the words they spoke to him, each day. "You'll never become anything weirdo, you'll just end up like another loser..." as the memories continued to appear before him, he gritted his teeth. Yes, at this time, Waver was no longer filled with fear, but the readiness for battle.

First, he took the time to assess why he came here―――why he accepted the call. If he were to succeed now, he would be able to feel proud of himself. That was why he came here, but the main reason, the one he had held closer to his hear then most, was to hear of Terith. There were briefings he heard of Terith being lost inside this horrid place. As he seen the Orcs taking the women and children, his heart was filled with an intense rage. Those beasts could right now―――they could be inflicting the same horror upon her!; Like hell, they would. Waver gritted his teeth and unsheathed his sealed Zanpakuto. There was no reason to be afraid. No reason to back away. Because Waver was no longer fighting for his pride, but for someone very close to him. And for that reason, and that alone, he felt as though he could take on the world. The size of the Zanpakuto, was not particularly that of a Katana, but seemed to have a shape similar to that of a chinese dao sword. He walked further and further until he reached 5 of these hideous beasts. "...Ah...." he took a deep gulp, there was no turning back now. He had to become one with his sword, and become a man today. Then, searching for Terith would be the first priority on his mind. As the mad beasts charged towards him, Waver took a Kendo stance. Placing his left foot far ahead of his right, he placed his zanpakuto over is right shoulder.

He kept his arms relaxed and his grip was unusually loose, it looked like suicide to hold the blade in such a nonchalant manner―――but the surprise blew forth like a gale. He sent a large amount of force from his arms through his sword, swinging his blade down, cleaving through the first Orc that carelessly charged towards him, cleaving him from the head down to the abdomen. He stepped forward spinning through the next two that continued the charge from where their dead brethren left off. His sword gained killing force through this spin, as the velocity he gained from the movement, not only cut through the two orcs that continued their charge, but sent quite the gust of wind towards the next two disorienting them beyond repair. Just as they tried to recover―――he used flash step to appear before both of them. He wouldn't let them escape. He repeated the same miracle before, cutting through both of them as though they were butter. After his successful victory, he took a deep breath. This was only the beginning, yet he felt such a thrill. What was this feeling? He couldn't ascertain the answer, but he could revel in this sensation. Now, it was time to search for Terith. Where would this city lead him?


With golden hair standing upright as if it’s burning and a pair of ruby-red eyes, this appearance could belong to no one else but Gilgamesh, The King of Heroes. His peaceful relaxation had been ruined beyond repair by this disgusting scum. Gilgamesh had originally came to Madrid on vacation, and wasted no time in enjoying the wonders the town had to offer. He was most enthralled by the Spanish Senoritas, the singular women not tied down by any relationship. He had been enjoying a cup of the finest wine with at least 5 of the resplendent young ladies. Only to see them run at the sight of these impudent fools who had the nerve of ruining his relaxation. Such foolishness deserved punishment, and he was the judge ready to bring down his sentence. Without so much as a single warning, 300 orcs charged towards Gilgamesh. In the moment they charged, Gilgamesh's body was adorned in a ornate golden armor. No sooner after the armor appeared over his frame, he raised his fingers to the sky, holding a short sword that resembled a key within his fingers. "I usually don't use my treasures on animals like you lowlifes, but, you should enjoy this. I''ll make your death wonderful! feel proud to die by my hands. " Without any warning, a opening in space came into being. What appeared outside that space, was―――swords, spears, halberds, and even weapons of indefinite usage and origin. 'Gate of Babylon' is the special ability which allows this man to use all the treasures he had collected over the span of his lifetime, and simply stored them inside his gates until he found a opportune time to use them.

As he snapped his fingers, 300 spears pierced and gored all of the Orcs, as though they were nothing but mere cockroaches. His held a destructive magical force, and the sheer energy even damaged the ground below the demonic beasts. After the massacre was completed, Gilgamesh sighed and crossed his arms as he leaped through the air, only to land within his prized Vimana to the next. there was no need to take a long explanation as to what this was, it was a wonderful primeval ark which was formerly filled with nuclear warheads, missiles, and machine guns, all storied within the treasury of the king. As soon as he landed, he took flight through the air, sensing a familiar spiritual pressure, which belonged to no one but Alfonso. He noticed from his particular vantage point, that those dullahan below didn't seem like mere orcs, no, they were probably experiments from this man. Though he had no intention of fighting the man. Far, from it. He was interested to see how he had been doing, and to compliment him on the handiwork of his personal soldiers.

Fear, You Rejects!

"Like moths to a flame, these fools are always drawn to a struggle; they must learn that they are nothing in the face of my research." As Alfonso sat atop the five story building he had chosen as his "front row seat" to the little war engaged between his five thousand Dullahan and the sixteen thousand Maggot Army forces. Although his forces were outnumbered more than one to three, Alfonso showed no signs of fear or anxiety. Quite the contrary, he allowed his minions to complete their main reason for living with little to no commands; staying back almost relaxedly as he simply surveyed the situation. Because of this, he was more than able to sense and locate the arrival of each new "powerful" presence. For the most part, Alfonso cared next to nothing about most of the new arrivals. The first was easily classified as an Iramasha; seemingly rather young and brash given how hey had simply charged head first into the Maggot Army. Of course, while he may get caught in some crossfire if he was not cautious enough, Alfonso had no intentions of targeting this youth. In fact, it actually provided Alfonso the opportunity to study the reactions of these Demon Maggots against a being he had not created himself. That being said, that was the only interest Alfonso showed in that Iramasha's appearance. The next presence to grace the battlefield was a Vizard; Shinji Hirako, an Ex-Captain who served many centuries after Alfonso's betrayal. Alfonso knew a bit about the circumstances surrounding the man's hollowification; though cared little about it seeing as by the time Aizen had first showed signs of betrayal he was long past researching hollows. Other than these two, Alfonso did not sense any other presences that held little to no interest to him; though there was a slightly odd presence of a Sugiura.

While this was all well and good, the next two presences that registered actually managed to catch Alfonso's attention; though each for a different reason. The first was a Demon; stronger than the individual Demon Maggots and obviously of a higher order. While this Demon's strength was not even a concern to Alfonso, he was slightly aggravated that another demon was aiding the Demon Maggots. Although the Kokuryuteshi and Sin Fall were allies, Alfonso knew for a fact that the Demon Maggots were not associated with the latter organization; rouge demons controlled by another force. Because of this, Alfonso was easily able to conduct his research as well as send a message to whoever controlled the Demon Maggots while not causing any tension between the two organizations; though he honestly cared little about that. Now, while this demon who had appeared could potentially pose a risk were he affiliated with Sin Fall, Alfonso could tell that it was not an Archduke; and would easily be dismissed as a rouge cooperating with other rouges. With all of this said, though, at the end of the day, Alfonso cared nothing for the "politics" surrounding his actions. All of those involved were nothing more than test subjects to him, and whatever rules they followed were of little concern to him. Of course, the Demon itself was not what had caught his attention, but to what followed it. As if a mockery to his Dullahan, the Demon's forces of one thousand "Half Demons" almost made Alfonso laugh. A crude mixture of human and demon, these half demons were just as low to Alfonso as the Demon Maggots. Unlike his Dullahan, a being of his own creation from the genetics of Hollow and Demon, these half demons were nothing more than humans with demon powers forced upon them. Before even choosing to dignify them with his actual attention, Alfonso detected the second notable presence.

Unlike all the other beings there, Alfonso knew this one, this man personally. Of course, while he had sensed this man a short bit earlier, his arrival to the battlefield would have been obvious to even the least spiritually aware person. Yes, as a loud roar of grinding mechanics began to approach the conflict, it's source was not left in the dark for long. Suddenly, a large flying object; slightly resembling an arc, made its way over the area. To those who knew the pilot, or even had heard rumors of him, this golden arc which seemed to defy the laws of physics would have been known as the Vimana; the ancient flying contraption passed from Babylon to India and recorded in the two epic sagas, Ramayana and Mahabharata. It's owner, the one man whose arrogance was able to hold a candle to Alfonso's own, legendary King of Heroes, and wielder of the Gates of Babylon; Gilgaesh. Of course, even before this fact became apparent to the rest of "lesser intellects" who were currently engaged in combat, an evil grin crossed Alfonso's face. Even though they were both members of the Kokuryuteshi; Alfonso the head of the Sapphire Cross and Gilgamesh Kin's second in command, one would think that such ego's would never be able to coexist anywhere near each other. And yet, somehow, Alfonso and Gilgamesh were able to actually get along for the most part; at least in consideration to who they were. Though he held it for almost no man, Alfonso seemed to have some form of respect for Gilgamesh; though nowhere close enough to call it true respect. As for Gilgamesh, it seemed that his scientific pursuits had managed to impress the King of Heroes somehow. That being said, this mutual non-disrespect was limited, best proven by the statement Alfonso had regarding Gilgamesh; though it had not yet been spoken, "Sie können ein König zu sein, ja, aber ich bin ein Gott!".

Deciding to ignore the new Demon for the moment, Alfonso looked up at the Vimana, before disappearing from view, having used shunpo to reach it in no time. Once aboard, it didn't take long for Alfonso to locate Gilgamesh, seated upon his extravagant throne. "Well now, if it isn't the King of Heroes" Alfonso said with his usual tone and grin, though he emphasized the "King of Heroes" part slightly. While he was using his usual tone, it did hold a bit of arrogance back; a sign of the slight bit of respect Alfonso had for Gilgamesh. "I'm surprised that you decided to 'grace' this battlefield with your presence; seeing as how subjects such as these are only worthy to test my minions against" Alfonso continued, his tone more arrogant now, as he was talking about his own creations. While his words to Gilgamesh may have seemed like an insult, he was really just stroking the king's ego, stating how both he and himself were far above these Demon Maggots. Of course, Alfonso knew that he did not have to worry about Gilgamesh being with the Demon Maggots or him attacking him; as the "King of Heroes", Alfonso knew that Gilgamesh had way too much pride. Of course, Alfonso had noticed how Gilgamesh had/was paying attention to his Dullahan, and the grin across his face widened. "Ah yes, let me introduce you to my minions, the Dullahan" Alfonso began, ready to explain them to Gilgamesh. "They are my foot soldiers, that I created myself to be the perfectly loyal soldier" he continued, pacing a bit as he explained. "You may notice that their reiatsu is different from other beings, and that would be because they have been created from the genetic bases of both Demons and Hollows" Alfonso concluded, his little explanation shorter than one might have expected. Of course, with his back to Gilgamesh, looking out at the battle between his forces and the Maggot Army, Alfonso's entire facial features became much more sinister. "However, allow me to treat you to a special...first viewing of just what my genius is capable of, o King of Heroes" Alfonso said, his tone seemingly maxed out for being arrogant and sinister. Then, just as with what had started this battle for him, Alfonso calmly raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers. Now, the true battle would begin.


Down below the Vimana, the battle between Alfonso's five thousand Dullahan and the sixteen thousand Demon Maggots, things were beginning to heat up for all parties involved. As for the Dullahan, though, they were uneffected by most of it. As the barrage of Ceros fired from the front one hundred Dullahan hit its target, anyone else would have been able to see that something was wrong. The "Orcs" in front began to panic it seemed, and some even tried to flee. Of course, those efforts were in vain, as they were wiped away by the Ceros. Of course, for the few front soldiers who remained, a disturbing fact was uncovered: the Dullahan's had just killed quite a few humans disguised as Orcs. While any of the other fighters would have most likely been appalled by this, the Dullahan showed no reaction or remorse. As if one did not believe that they were mere beasts of war, this would prove that the Dullahan were created for nothing more than fighting. Of course, the true Orcs didn't let the Dullahan's lack of a reaction stall them, and they were soon rushing at the Dullahan. To this, however, the Dullahan finally showed a response. As if some unheard order had been given, each of the Dullahan on the front line held their large shield up, and when done together, seemed to form an impenetrable wall of metal. Of course, they did not stop there, as while this was happening, the Dullahan lining the sides each turned out and held up their shield; the back row following suit. Suddenly, the five thousand Dullahan seemed more like one entity than five thousand single beings. Finally, as the Orcs crashed into them, the Dullahan in the center, all those not bearing their shields, raised their swords up. For the Orcs foolish enough to try and jump over the Dullahan, the would meet the cold steel of the Dullahan's blade. This was the true fighting tactic of the Dullahan; not to attack the enemy out front, but form a defense that seemingly causes the enemies to kill themselves against the Dullahan.

As the Dullahan and Orcs finally collided, however, a strange sense began to emanate from the sky; a few stories off the ground. Yes, it was at that exact moment that Alfonso had snapped his fingers, and the effect was becoming all to clear to those in battle. Suddenly, from where the strange sense was emanating, two small, pitch black "rips" appeared; as if torn in the sky. A few seconds after they were visible, and the sky suddenly seemed to rip itself open; revealing two large, pitch black portals. To those who had seen Alfonso summon his Dullahan, what was to come next was obvious; more forces were coming. What they didn't know, however, was just what kind of "creatures" were going to emerge. This, however, was soon to be revealed, and suddenly, the sound of a thousand echoed cackles began to ring out from the portals; the warning sound similar to what had come before the Dullahan's entrance. Unlike before, however, the entrance was going to be a little...different.


Without any more warning, a powerful force could be felt from inside the portals, before one thousand five hundred reinforcements seemingly just "shot" out of the portals all at once; the portals closing immediately behind them. After observing these new forces for a few seconds, it began to become clear that there were two distinct types of "minions" within their ranks. The first, and more numerous variant at one thousand four hundred, were quite different from the Dullahan in appearance. For starters, they actually had heads; or at least the skull on their shoulders looked like their head. Secondly, they were about the same height and width as Alfonso; making them seem easier to deal with. Finally, other than the bone plate armor on its chest, this new minion wore more "normal" looking clothes; though they were reinforced more than your average clothes. The third, final (for now), and least numerous variant, were one hundred strong and visually appeared to be a sort of mixture between the Dullahan and the Death Jester. Their size was in between that of the other two minions, and while heavily armored, they also appeared to have a quite a bit of mobility. Finally, these two new variants of minions held a weapon vastly different than the Dullahan; best described as "a cross between a laser rifle and a scythe". For a moment, these new one thousand five hundred new minions stood still; the least numerous, the Maugna Ra seeming to survey the battle field. This, of course, was over rather quickly, and as the Maugna Ra's descended to the ground, a few meters behind the two opposing armies, the Death Jesters moved quickly over the Maggot Army and the Dullahan.

As the Death Jesters reached their positions, each of the one thousand four hundred lowered their "Death Cannon's" aim to the Demon Maggots below. Taking a few seconds to charge, the Death Jesters soon shot a barrage of energy blasts, very similar to a Cero, and at about the strength of the Dullahan's Cero, into the Maggot Army. While this was happening, the one hundred Maugna Ra's still kept back, but the way that each of them were "looking" at the battle gave the impression that they were studying it closely. What everyone else didn't know, was that the Maugna Ra's were actually leading the Dullahan and Death Jesters in their tactics; making them more efficient than if fighting alone. Yes, this was the true power of Alfonso's full army, the three different "Mindless Soldiers" that fought for him to the end without a though or free will. They were created to protect him, and when together, to become a force capable of challenging any who would dare to stand in the way of his research. If the Maggot Army wanted to stand a chance, then they had better pull out all the stops, and prove to Alfonso that they were more than just test dummies. And yet, even as the battle escalated, Alfonso stayed back, still aboard the Vimana. "So now, King of Heroes, tell me; what do you think?"