The Golden King vs The Flame Reaper.

The peaceful slumber of Karakura at the time of night, was always alluring and at times, always the safest to venture through without worrying about the danger of beasts lurking at every corner of the city. Of course, with security, the defenses for the city were ever-growing and with the many who staked their claim as "Heroes", Karakura was slowly but surely returning to the serenity it was known for 400 years ago. However, much of it was only an illusion, anyone who was anyone knew that there were many battles that lied ahead; True peace would never truly be achieved with war always one step away from being commenced. Peace is only given to warriors who can fight and survive, and live through the many challenges thrown at them in their every day life. The eerie moonlight beaming down on Karakura, was both enchanting and haunting. the small slivers of light that reached the darker locations revealed an interesting phenomenon taking place. A golden form of energy was slowly materializing, and as the pieces of the puzzle combined, there was no doubt who this person was. As the material form of the man was completed. it was clear and without a doubt; This was the King of Heroes, the usurper of wealth, and the man who stood equal with a "god" as someone would call him, who challenged existence. That man was - Gilgamesh.

His golden hair stood upright, as though it were burning, and if one decided to take a closer look - his body was adorned in his favored golden armor. What exactly was his reason for appearing here? No one knew this for sure. He was as unpredictable, as he was, rude. With a pair of ruby-red eyes, that were both cruel and merciless, he stood erect before the large city of Downtown Karakura, atop a building that was at least five stories high.

"Hm...this world is highly unsightly, but in it's own way, it has it's beauty. " Gilgamesh kept his arms crossed as he continued to stare at the city before him. With no goal on his agenda, and a empty mind, he calmly watched the inner-workings of the futuristic city.

After the intimidating and terrifying assault had taken place, the citizens of Karakura flew into panicked disarray. The wave of shock and terror caused them to evacuate immediately. Those who were lucky enough to survive and bare witness, instinctively made an effort to escape the tragedy that took place. While some escaped, the rest of the street went into chaos at the unknown threat. Already, with one "simple" attack executed by 'Gate of Babylon', the city was sent into a disheveled state of disharmony and discord. Weapons that deviated from their target, started to rise again, without command. Spears, swords, halberds, all of the majestic weapons started to descend towards the sky. Thanks to the Gate of Babylon's ability, no matter the user's location, the primeval treasures locked within will automatically return to their rightful place, the treasury of the hero king. While this would normally be his intent, Gilgamesh opted instead, to revise his first attack with more force, power, and might. Of course, with his prodigal state of mind, this was only the beginning of his elaborate plan. Even in a fight he does not take seriously, Gilgamesh is not only a tyrant, but a genius, and a prodigy among prodigies on the battlefield. And while this trait was seldom seen in the present day, it was far from nonexistent.

Besides the state of panic plaguing Karakura, Gilgamesh could clearly discern Poliro's intense ire, and while this potent anger could easily scare even the most stalwart of souls away, what Gilgamesh felt was nothing short of irritation. The look in the eyes of his golden majesty was a glare filled with indifferent disdain and obvious contempt. What he told him was an order, no less, a verdict for his insolence. The original haughty smile that graced his face from the outset had long ago disappeared. If Poliro had resigned from the situation, Gilgamesh would've truly let the Flame reaper escape with his life. But now, just as he had the intent to kill Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes exuded a killing aura that almost caused the atmosphere around them to become one of absolute vehemence. Ha! Fight? This was no battle, no fight, no spar, this was only a simple elimination of the loser, and it need not be said who that was between the two. To Gilgamesh, killing this man would be as simple as crushing a cockroach with a single emphatic slap of the hand. There were two types of opponents Gilgamesh would fight seriously, those who could endure, and those who could equal, and in some cases, even trump him in power. Unfortunately, for Poliro, he did not consider him to be such an opponent, but a pest that he would eradicate with his next flock of divine primeval weapons. Oh, how he would enjoy the existence of this foolish Vizard being obliterated.

While he normally enjoyed persistent opponents, Poliro's decision to stay and fight, was one of absolute disrespect to the King of Heroes. In fact, Gilgamesh was not fighting this man seriously, and he didn't intend to either. He wasn't even worth an iota of his time; his resistance had sealed his eternal doom. Part of him, had sadistically wanted the man to survive so he could torture this foolish lowlife. But he felt that even that would be far too good for a being that was below him in terms of power, rank, and life forms. This arrogance is not unfounded, because thanks to the boundless capabilities of the "King's treasury" Gilgamesh is capable of fighting any opponent by simply analyzing their form of combat, assessing their abilities, and above all, using his brain instead of brawn to acquire victory. With a limitless array of weapons that can assault almost any weakness and counter multiple opponents, he is truly an almighty being among even the world’s top fighters. It was undoubtedly the same wealth that led him into glory, as a transcendent king when he was in his prime.

From the north, and then east, the 700 weapons were waiting diligently in the starlit sky, to once again be released and annihilate their target, Poliro Tensol. While Poliro struggled and, barely managed to avoid his projectile assault, as the foundations of the five-story building collapsed, Gilgamesh kicked his foot off of the concrete, and propelled himself to higher ground, standing like an imposing pillar; the newly chosen vantage point was a tower unscathed by the battle. There, on top of the roof of the Tall and erect tower, a golden shadow stands magnificently. That divine radiance even steals the dignity of the starlit sky and puts the moon to shame. That was clearly and without a doubt, The King of Heroes who stood proudly upon his new edifice. Apart from leaping towards a higher location, Gilgamesh caught a glimpse of the Vizard activating his Shikai. There was no fooling his eyes; the Zanpakuto was of the elemental type, with the element in question being that of fire. At this conclusion, Gilgamesh smirked; he had something that was absolutely ideal for a mongrel like him. Currently, Gilgamesh could clearly see the Vizard amid the dust and rubble of the building that had collapsed only moments ago. He could clearly discern and perceive the livid expression on the Vizard's face. "You are not worthy to look upon me, worms should be staring at the ground before they die, like the worms they are. I cannot conceive how you think such a lowly being of your level is even worthy of facing me, a king who reigns among heaven and earth? For a jester, your jokes are far from humorous. “After this curt and arrogant reply, Gilgamesh quickly sensed the Vizard speeding towards him using one of the most important techniques to a shinigami; shunpo. Gilgamesh easily protected himself by erecting two mirror shields, both capable of blocking cero and even sparrow missiles from a F-15 fighter jet. While the mirror shields withstood the flames, they soon dissipated after the flames were nullified. The next attack executed by Poliro was one of heat and wind, Gilgamesh did not move from his spot, what he pulled out was a weapon of absolute cruelty, Skyrim—the absolute destroyer. With one single swing of the chakram styled disk, he released a gale of razor sharp wind in the form of a tornado, this tornado started to render the attack useless by taking away the oxygen, due to a vacuum effect caused by the tornado. Basic science states that while a flame may be strong, it is useless without oxygen behind it. And since the speed and velocity of the tornado was increasingly higher in terms of power, the orange blast of wind and heat didn't hit the target either. He won't be attacking anymore, however, now was the time to execute this insolent man and everything he stood for.

Skyrim did not stop at a single Gale, no; the power of this weapon was far more brutal, crueler, and sadistic then death. This is the third strongest and trusted weapon of the King of Heroes, referred to by nothing more than Skyrim; The Absolute Destroyer. This weapon's ferocity and offensive power has given it this name purely from the destruction and damage it inflicts physically and spiritually on the opponent. It is a large four-bladed chakram style disk, which has small green vine's which are like metal's, scattered throughout its entire structure. The minute this weapon was drawn out, it started to glow with an ominous aura. As the weapon left the hands of the King of Heroes, it began to spin rapid succession. Soon, without warning, a vortex began to roar in being all around Poliro. A vortex filled with numerous blades of razor sharp, microscopic wind started to surround Poliro from every conceivable direction. Moving rapidly, at 40,000 MPS, the vortex of ravenous wind blades covered all possible directions of escape. The destruction is further compounded, by the wind pressure which could easily be likened to 2 million tons of steel pressing down on someone. Of course, the wind blades did not only damage the opponent on a physical level, but a cellular level as well. They sever not only nerve channels, but those without an absolutely powerful defensive method; will be left prostrate in the face of its power, unable to move once they have suffered full contact.

Besides severing nerve channels, the cruelty really lies in damaging the Reaitsu flow of the body, greatly damaging the soul sleep and soul chain, and in some cases of a direct hit, full-scale destruction. This was why Gilgamesh adored it and considered this cruel guillotine to be one of his greatest armaments among his treasury. For a man who finds great sadism in seeing the strong returned to their weak and inchoate states, it was not impossible to see exactly why this was his favorite. Unlike the first attack, which caused unnecessary chaos within Karakura, and was more or less, fired off carelessly, this attack was targeted on no one but Poliro, yet, not even that was the end of this catastrophic tumult of wind. Behind the King of Heroes, ethereal golden glows started to appear around him, and out of the empty space from which the glows started to appear, 1000 divine weapons were shot off as they flew through the air like thunderbolts let loose from the sky.

And of course, the 700 weapons which shone forth with enchanting and radiant light, from the north and east of the city, flew behind the second wave of weapons to create an army of 1700 projectile weapons. The multitude of 1700 weapons were separated at the last second, the 700 which were fired earlier ripped through the vortex due to air resistance, but it didn't stop the ferocity of the vortex, as it continued to spin with extreme velocity and speed. The 1000 were shot into the center of vortex towards Poliro, sealing off any possible escape from above. hundreds among hundreds of resplendent and imperial blades, spears, battle-axes, scythes, halberds, Pole arms, and hammers, and even weapons of indefinite shape, all roared their mighty roar as the combined array of weapons once again targeted Poliro, this time each of their tips were poised on one thing and one thing alone, to obliterate and annihilate him. The more alarming fact is that thanks to his ability of golden rule, the weapons now possessed even more destructive, yet enchanting, spiritual energy than before. For him to escape now would take nothing less than an act of divine intervention. This simple yet prudent strategy was now revealing its self in full effect, if he escapes from above, 1000 majestic weapons would await his arrival, sealing off his escape - if he decided to brave the storm and damage himself by the powerful wind blades whipping around the vortex of death - then the 700 weapons that were fired from the outset, would surround every conceivable direction possible. The King of Heroes stood proudly before this otherworldly mass of chaos he created and smiled at the display of magnificence before him.