Night on the town-- Well forrest but you get what I mean...

Redd wandered about the forrest-- it had been his first time in the rukongai since he'd left for the gotei 13 believe it or not and it felt good to be home. The tree's held a darker color than those in karakura forest. Almost as if things were livelier- The bark seemd browner-- the grass and trees seemed greener, and the smells of pine,mapel, and oak alike was certainly the best part.

Redd had been allowing his spiritual pressure to flare out at half its actual power most of his friend had either died in hollow raids or had just plain left to another district-- hopefully one better than his old one. So the thought of, what better way to pass the time than to attract hollows and annihilate them?

Redd skipped over his tradition of slashing into the trunks of the tree about him this time. This place was in truth-- far to precious for him to consider desecrating. He figured any hollow or otherwise could find him through the use of spiritual pressure-- and if not then they just weren't worth the effort. Having been emitting just under half of his power the shinigami was sure that any monster would be tricked into assuming he was of the weaker variety of shinigami -- if they thought he was a shinigami at all.

Small rays of moonlight rained down around him -- the blotches of light being more in abundance in the places where pine trees were, creating a halo of the lavender streaks around said trees. The soft crunch of the spring leaves that were a green-ish yellow rustled beneath his feet as he waled onward, never changing his path unless he was forced to move around the trunk of one of the massive trees in front of him. Which was quite often due to the abundance of time that they were allowed to grow.

Redd was a clad black figure-- His T-shirt and Gi- pants fit him to an extent that allowed them to hang from his frame just slightly -- no more than one size to big. His skin resembled the color of roasted chestnuts-- just a bit darker than the general caramel color. This was in contrast to his dark-brown eyes and hair that resembled coffee to a degree when in the moonlight, thought these aspects of Redd were virtually black in appearance when he walked into the shadows.

The Red and gold of his hilt was just barley visible in the light-- the small golden color just barley poking up over his right shoulder due to his zanpaktou being slung over his back. He wore black sneakers which has small cleats in the bottom of them-- had he been on a paved ground they would make sounds as if he'd been tap- dancing. The Yūgana tebukuro gloves were only a small bit darker than his hands on the inside palm-- matching his hair- color on the top side of them. His hands remained clenched into fists at his side.

He'd been listening intently this entire time in spite of his own noise-- which he'd been making purposely. He was waiting for a surprise attack-- hoping for one. It'd only been just recently that He'd received his gift from the captain of the second division and he planned to use it -- Tonight.

What may have been some form of natural tranquility, with the presence of that said nature in it's most tranquil state. Aramand represents the disruption of that said tranquility, and as traditional on a grand scale. Green tops of trees spanning for miles in an emerald sea of green begin to sway under the influence of rising wind speeds. A symphony of sound, each leaf in every tree attributing to the growing tidal wave of auditory supremacy at the behest of the now gale paced winds beginning to sweep this area.

Wild life begins to fleet. Many a blade of grass tormented beneath the panicked assult of everything from hooves to padded feet. What was stable temperature stimulation would suffer an anomoly in the form of a rapid plunge in temperatures, inexplicable exchanges from one extremes deep into the others, without pre-cursor or warning, the wind becomes painful to any inhaling the contents, it could be like literally swallowing dry ice. The skies are subjugated to the most prominent of his circumstances. A wildly aroused ionic state, an over saturation of electromagnetic activity present within the atmosphere as polarity charges from cloud to cloud are thrown astray and wildly augmented to create massive, simply unnatural arcs of electricity----Lightning---daggering skies, stretching miles on end, the sheer heat off of these phenoms of nature spiking atmospheric temperatures above...-which when combined with the thermodynamic change that brought the cold-- Rapidly ioslates then cools the collected moisture creating Super-Cells that blacken the entirety of the forests canopy......except for a 1 mile wide "EYE" in the sea of Cumulonimbus-Obsidian present over head.



And there he was. Sheathed Zanpaktou in hand, descending from the heavens ensconced within a wild torrent of electromagnetic energies all wildly arcing and excited at the behest of his own will. Even his own perfected physique, draped in the garments of a Vice Captain, are subject to an arc and display of electricity wildly dancing over his tall imposing frame which comes to a rest standing 30 meters before his opposition. Obsidian eyes grant this man a 1000-yard stare, and his voice would provide reasoning for him being...."So this is the spiritual pressure bobbing in and out of relevancy...". To think, as casually as he stated those few words, he was orchestrating the chaos that manifested around them innately, by simply bothering the polarity and charges of atmospheric contents...."Training or wandering...? What's your reason?"

"Wandering. "

The male spoke softly, his husky sounding voice moving like lavender through the air before them. One might have been strained to understand him-- the whipping of wind through the other shinigami's ears would have slightly over taken the sound of Redd's voice yet could still be registered as audible provided he wasn't slightly deaf.

Redd's pupils looked on -- his bored expression having been stirred to match the look of another-- he'd been hoping that the energy he felt was one of the monsters he'd been seeking, though these hopes had come to no avail. The person before him was clearly a shinigami -- Yet different in the same way .. the lieutenant of the second division was a master at reiatsu interpretation. After all when one was in the dark with only reiatsu to go by it was a useful skill indeed to have.

"Redd Tseuken, Second Division lieutenant, and you are ? "

Redd didn't commonly ask for an opponents name-- but as of now this being wasn't an opponent, just a wandering member of the gotei-- or so Redd thought in truth he had no way of telling the difference between a rouge shinigami and one that had been made a seated member. Just the same-- it didn't matter, Redd was looking for hostiles and he didn't plan on carrying this conversation for long.

The shinigami gazed up at the sky-- squinting his eyes, the afro that sat atop his head dis appeared as he crooned his neck backwards. This action lasted no more than a moment, he'd brought his gaze back down to the other shinigami soon enough.
" You should probably get outta here, storms comin'. "

His voice was at a much higher volume this time-- though sound of this was quickly carried away by the whims of the wind the flurried through the trees. His words would have seemed slightly muffled, as if he was talking with a hand over his mouth.
Redd flexed his fingers, having been on edge for so long that his hands had begun to ache from the constant squeezing of his own palm where his fists had been clenched. The tough leather- like material of the gloves squeaking in protest as they were stretched out and then brought to a comfortable position as his hands relaxed at his side.

"Redd...." He nodded as if he was approving of something, whatever it was it was personal. Much can be had from an individuals name, actually having one, and a position at that told Aramand many things, but the most important at the moment would be that he was someone worth having a moment or two with. Aramand being fairly new to the Gotei 13 ---More established as a last act of "Intent" rather then the typical, more traditional method, he didn't have much time to get to know everyone. Part of him didn't care. Still, he did have manners, and He'd take his Zanpaktou, which was sheathed within an exquisite Obsidian enclosure, and staked it into the ground at his side. The sword is driven at the same time a residual thunder clap from the skies sounded off, ---and his fellow member of the Soul Society would offer some sound advice in regard to the storm.

First the formalities, Aramand Armageddus.....Squad 10 Vice Captain. And i'm well aware of the coming storm." Fissures would have ran for several meters in all directions, and a brief but intense array of lightning would dance about the sword as he parts with it. The corners of his mouth lightly tugged revealing a pronounced canine, "After all, I brought it here..." He'd step forward a brief 5 meters, dusting off his hands, stray electrical charges dancing around his phalanges as 6'9" of musculature in it's most supreme and perfected form strides forward. "You won't find anything out here except for me. I can manipulate electromagnetic fields to mimic the "Feel" of "Spiritual Pressure" if you will. Anything with common sense gets lost..." This often made gauging Aramand's own power practically impossible. Or his location if he so chose.

Massive arms would cross themselves while his head would canter off to the side, slinking sounds of metal racking over metal as the long braid of of that said mass drug on the floor behind him. "Guess that means you lack common sense, now doesn't it?"

Redd smirked-- The corners of his mouth turning downwards, yet dimples arose on his face. This look lasted only a short amount of time before his lips then parted-- the corners turning upwards revealing a jagged smile. His teeth shining in what little moonlight that did shine through the canopy above them.

" So I lack common sense now ? "
Redd hands resumed thier prior position, the leather- like fabric again crying out in resistance at how tightly he had enclosed his digits within his palms. The cloth of said gloves reached up to the joint that lay in the middle of his fingers-- Blades along each of his knucles, these were a whitish color that had previously been blocked by the positioning of Redd's arms. These pointed kniveswere tightly secured to his gloves by the same material that the inch-long knives were made of.

" I'm not sure you wanna do this. "

The same gleaming smile played across Redd's features as he leaned his head forward, his outlandish hair- style so high above his face that doing this cause a small shadow to be cast over his child-like face, covering the space just up to the top of his nose.

" Cheap tricks mean nothing to me, especially to one with my experience in this field... "

Redd paused-- his smile fading into an expressionless void.
" You better run along. "

Redd turned slightly to his left -- beggining to walk away from the male who'd abandoned his zanpaktou a small distance away. He was in no mood for snarky remarks, this being made evident by his dis-pleased demeanor.

There was nothing personal here. These were the simple natures of combatants to test themselves whenever and wherever possible. Even this individual knew this, he wasn't out here sight seeing he was out here looking for something to fight, something to kill even. The fact that a fellow Shinigami was all he came across shouldn't deter him from that earlier goal. So it was highly disappointing to see him turn and begin walking away, As if to say that Aramand wasn't "Worth" that said attention well, if anything persuasion was needed and Aramand could provide that.

Truth be told, Aramand could "NEVER" truly discard his Zanpaktou, they were one in the same. Many if not all of his abilities were innate and could be harnessed with or without his sword--although WITH his sword they are always many many times more powerful and ranged when needed. These abilities were far from parlor tricks, and if that was the best of his oppositions deduction skills then this was truly going to be a short interaction. Take for instance the constant charged state of the ground, and the atmosphere. Normally the attraction is strong enough to only garner a connection once in a while, thus why during huge storms, like this one, Bolts of lightning can be seen streaking from the heavens down to the ground.

This was of course happening hundreds of times all around the area on it's own now. The skies so charged and accelerated by his own doing, it was of no surprise that the spiked ionic activity was contributing to this anomoly. If he could infact contribute and control this..then it was of no surprise that without so much as even a gesture, only the physical act of looking up and to where he wanted it to go, all that was needed was the time taken for the polarities to come into alignment. For the positive charges and the negative charges to attract and increase enough for it to occur--albeit this time in a controlled manner. He wouldn't have gotten to take more then 3 steps before a lightning bolt---Not some slow electromagnetic projection. Not some energy beam or something that could be timed, planned, or expected..no...an actual, lightning bolt.

Would bolt down from the sky and strike ground just 5 meters before him, scorching it for roughly 3 meters in every direction and dispersing just as fast as it came placing Redd in NO harm or potential danger whatsoever but should most definitely garner his attention, especially after the dialogue, "Parlor tricks are for magicians and the weak...I am a warrior, I play no games..."

Hoping he'd turn around, both of Aramands hands would be out in a non-threatening gesture. "Tell you what, I won't use my Zanpaktou unless it absolutely calls for it...make things even yanno?" It wasn't an arrogant gesture. Truly it was not and he only hoped that his opposition wouldn't see it that way and instead take the man seriously in suggesting---he is THAT dangerous with out it...becuase he is. Thus right now Aramand stands there, Onyx eyes fixed on Redd awaiting some sort of response.

The crack of thunder sounded about the same time that the staticy discharge from the lightning strike crawled out from its black epicenter. Redd stopped in mid-step, his left foot hovering no less then 8 inches above the ground who's surface was now one of scorched grass-- had he been any closer the effects of this energy onslaught had the potential to harm him, and this really all the provocation he needed.

" Thats funny--
The dark skinned male paused as he flexed his finger a bit more -- loosening the tendons within them before squeezeing them shut once more.
" You stole the words right out of my mouth. "

And with this he'd vanished, his body seeming to shimmer out of view, even though Redd had already arrived at his destination. The fact of the matter was that Redd had come to such an advanced state in the art of shunpo when he willed it so his movements created small after images-- though only in the place he originally was.

In reality he'd appeared just to the left side of Aramand, his fists instinctively cocking themselves back while he was already in shunpo. Redd was only 5 feet away when he'd began to strike, but shunpoed forwards once more so that he was in a 2 foot range of the hulking mass of shinigami before him.

" The bigger- they are- the harder- they fall. "

Was spoken beneath his breath as he unleashed four strikes onto the monsters torso.
Redd was noone to hold back. He'd made use of his micro- shunpo technique to further the speed of hi hits. Each punch fell in a different place along the left side of Aramands body, moving at such a high speed the strikes would have seemed to happen all at once to someone not paying proper attention.

The first fell upon the soft fleshy area just below his rib-cage, his kidney area being the main objective. The second coming just above the previous strike, falling on the second to the bottom of his ribs. The third came flying for the peck- chest area of aramand. Finally the fourth coming to a rest where his second strike was. Each of these punches bekoned for a small amount of blood to see through. The blades on the end of the knuckles would have made sure of this. Even if The shinigami has some type of reiatsu armor the blades could easily penetrate his skin. The fact that these small knives were infused with Sekkiseki stone made them un-effected by the likes of energy related blocking techniques.

Redd had shunpoed backwards not a fourth of a second later than when he'd originally appeared. Doing the same twice more, his ghost- like movements caused him to apear in a zig-zag fashion.

" Baku- do twent- y six, Kyokko ! "

His speech seeming ly faded in and out due to his high- speed movement. But his chant was effective all the same. Immediately following his speech Redd's form has dis-appeared, along with his reiatsu energy , both of these effects of the Hadō spell he'd just unleashed. He went on to shunpo up-wards and four 8 yards to the left, now halfway in front of Aramand and about a distance that matched his height above him. His multiple shunpo's had brought him to a distance about 28 feet away.

One could have mistaken this for a shunpo provided they had no knowledge of the Kidō spell to begin with.

Shunpo. The staple of a Soup Reaper's mobility and attack prowess. One thing he prided on himself was that he was physically fast enough to keep pace with most users of the technique without using it on his own. In the case of coming across individuals particularly gifted in speed ontop of the technique, he still held some sort of advantage. Mostly due to the way that Aramand processed information. An individual who's attunement with the electromagnetic spectrum like he is, benefits from innate aspects of his being, that comes along with these attributes.

You have to consider that an individual who can compute, track, and sense the Ionic-dynamic involved in the construction, transition and occurrence of a "Lightning Strike"---isn't going to be flabbergasted by a Shunpo. What he considered fast, after-image, shimmering inspiring movement was damn near "Still Imagery" to Aramand. Ontop of that, he DID remind this individual that this storm wasn't a parlor trick. It served a purpose. Attuned as he is, Redd has seemingly failed to notice the spike of Ionic Activity here. The Electromagnetic dynamic was saturated and over-abundant here. How does this contribute anything to Aramand? Simple. Redd was passing through a field of tracked Ions. It couldn't be helped, they were everywhere, around everything, and to deny their existence would literally mean denying the presence of molecules---and we know that's not the case.


Quite simply put, Aramand could close his eyes, and SEE and FOLLOW Redd better then he was with his eyes open. Aramands hands would cross behind his back. The bad thing about chained combo's---they can be broken. And often leave their opposition WIDE OPEN. It was psychologically to his advantage for Aramand to let his man believe he was going to actually take the hit, right up to the last possible moment, where at the behest of Aramand's abilities that saturation of Ionic/Electron activity? That's been contributing to the storm?? Circulating over head? That battery, that storage containment, that SOURCE in the form of a proverbial Super-Cell lingering overhead..yea that, would be orchestrated this day.

It would be as if a HAND reached out and snagged his wrist and stopped the punch dead cold. But quite honestly put, this was far faster. More then several hundred times faster then it would take for Aramand to lift his hand and do the same, but instead, he'd constrict, and solidify a proximation of Ions (A sea of which you're body and fist are already traveling through with Aramand simply BEING here with a Storm Battrery overhead constantly feeding and sustaining what he gathered prior) around the entirety of arm starting from the forearm (just behind his gauntlets) up to his shoulder. These same constricts would seek to take form around his other arm in the same areas, knee's, thighs, and waist---In the form of Tight-Wave Hard-Ion Constructs---energy bands.

Why was this significant? Simple, these Bands were being constantly fed by what one can assume was a vaunted and vast Ionic source (The storm, and the spiked Ionic Activity present around Aramand at all times), this is all said to bolster the fact that should they be tried to be removed by some negating force or energy spectrum, the bands would only counter with MORE energy being spontaneously absorbed to sustain them. IF infact the overall defensive goal was achieved, his opposition would be stopped cold. In his tracks and unable to move or budge an inch. "Dueces....." Would be the only word uttered as yet another Polarity Sequence is engaged creating the connections needed to replicate the prior acted occurance.



Again. With the same outstanding pace. Again, with the same outstanding Power. A lightning bolt would come at a godly (110 Million feet per second), incomprehensible pace and seek to Strike his opposition at the top of his head effectively delivering more then 2.5 giggawatts (Enough power to power a small town for several days, even weeks) to rip a brutal path from the top of his head, down to his feet if successful. A punishing attempt a thoroughly electrocuting his opposition and succumbing him to a temperature that supercedes the surface of the SUN. Being that this Shinigami was made of tougher stuff then the typical human....death was unlikely. But he would be thoroughly disabled and put into an unconscious state, while suffering mild to severe burns, particularly at the impact site. (The Bands would break on impact also).

The fact of the matter is

Redd faltered as his arm was halted-- though this had certainly made a fission in his plans new ones could be made, and so they were.


"Bakudo 39, Enkosen. Bakudo 61, Rikujōkōrō



The words were hastily spat from Redd's own lips, as his right index finger sprung upwards-- His left hand being opened completely. The fact that his left fist had been about level with his forehead had caused the "blocking" motion that was needed for enkosen to be complete-- A yellow fan materialized above the back of Redd's hand, the spinning of said Kidō energy would effectively disperse the lightning bolt that came rocketing down at him. Not only where Redd's movements exceptionally fast but his mind held this same level of deductive thinking, making him that much more fit to be a lieutenant.

The digit on his right had been encased in a fist that was pointed at Aramand, this when it was released from this grip it was pointed at his opposed allowed it to be directed at him. The fact that these words had been spoken while at point blank range had given Redd the upper hand. almost at the same time the previously Kidō had been activated the second one came into effect-- 6 pillars of light appeared at Aramands waist. An attempt at the weak barriers he'd used to trap Redd wouldn't be effective this time. As these blade-like slates of Kidō energy would have slammed into the male's torso from about an inch away, they would efficiently smash through the bonds of electromagnetic energy.

"Carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!"

Said pillars would have already shot towards the male by the time Redd spoke-- the incantation only being spoken to increase their potency and strength. Provided that He'd made an attempt to move these pilars would have followed him. The effect of The second Kidō was one of the binding nature, Aramand would be incapable of moving any part of his body ( including the parts that hadn't been struck by these pillars).

Redd shunpoed backward -- the fact that this technique dealt with high- speed movement meant an exceptional exertion on the practitioners legs, a force like this could easily break the bonds that had encased Redd's own body-- coupled with his strength this action was practically cake.
The shinigami continued to shunpo about-- making sure his position remain unpredictable. At long last he'd settled back under the still spinning fan of Kidō energy. His constant in and out of shunpo had allowed him to tear through any bonds that had been made.

"Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws. Hadō thirty three, Sokatsui , Sokaitsui !"

Two gigantic pillars of blue light would have lept from Redd's now outstreatched palm-- this beam of Kidō fire raised to a height of about 13 feet and a width of a small bit less than 6. The fire would have come spiraling outwards towards the male. the fact that Redd had spoke the spells name twice caused all of the power from said sokatsui to be exerted in one short beam-- yet holding all the power that would have normally come from an incantated sokatsui. Just as it seemed aramands torment would be over another beam of the blue light was shot from Redd's hands having a devestating effect that was concussive as well as combustive.

The use of sokatsui wouldn't bring about the dis-appearance of any of his earlier Kidō, though this would certainly drain him. Redd would be incapable of Kidō related attacks for quite a few minutes But the outcome would be worth it. The connection of his final two attacks would have caused Aramand to be knocked unconscious-- in fact he'd be lucky to have no perished.. the 33rd Hadō had been accompanied by an incantation-- both of which being at full power.

His control wasn't fine tuned enough. He couldn't sustain what he needed without the proper use. After the Polarity connections were made, his utilization of Shunpo himself would have briskly carried him the frugal 5 meters that seperated him from his sword putting him there quite possibly at the beginning of his opponents dialogue and before the time those things were finished, the instrumentation of his objectives downfall were already well underway. At the utterance of "Decimate" the shikai' would rip to life and immediately conform into an accelerated build up of ionic activity that far surpassed anything that has been displayed prior. It was overbearing, an overbearing isolation and sporatic saturation of ionic activity the likes of which would increase, practically charging the very air they breathed itself, making it serve as a conductor through which possible connection could be made.

As if he'd actually remain where he was, being VERSED in Kidō himself also further gave indication as to what was coming and only served to further augment the odds of Aramands success in countering several times over, a second Shunpo carrying him backward an additional 10 meters (Now spanning them out to 35 meters apart). IF these "Pillars" as constructed would follow, they do so with ALOT of resistance. How?? Simple...By spontaneously spiking the Ionic presence within an area of himself, he does to the point where molecular dynamism of any kind, has to first fight through the increased molecular-friction or resistance within that said field.

Quite simply put, the same effects on these Pillars now...are similar to shoe that occurs when a car that's speeding on land, All of a sudden runs into a Lake----the water slows and absorbs the cars interia, momentum and force and brings it to a crawl, a fraction at best of it's initial movement speed. This was what was occurring now. As these Pillars of binding light, try to pace a moving target, only to come into contact with what can be plainly described as an Ionic-Stasis field. The pillars are slowed.----Aramand isn't. To further alleviate himself of the concern, that saturated Ionic-energy would begin to compress and increase in density, AGAINST the pillars of light that were swimming against it. PRactically forcing the ionic energy into the energy bonds of the pillars until they SHATTER like glass, effectively negating them outright before they even moved half of the 10 meter range he fleeted after getting his sword.

Unfortunately for his opponent tho, with all of these spells being used to counter the lightning and attempt to BIND Aramand, NOTHING was done about the Ionic Bonds that now STILL held his opposition firmly in place (Oh, you thought they had left---I stated they'd only disband on succesful impact--which didn't happen because you blocked it). This would in turn effectively negate the afformentioned attempts at Shunpo, and general movement that would have been nice HAD the bolt hit and he survived. Why would impact with the lightning bolt have changed this outcome?? Simple...once the lightning would have touched Redd's body it would have alternated his Polarity, effectively SNAPPING the bands around him free after he served as a GROUND for the oncoming lightning. Unfortuntely,by acting, he contributed to his own mainstay via Ionic Bonding.

Unfortunately for redd, He was still quite the constricted fellow. And Aramand now in possession of his sword, was no longer in any mood to entertain or play nice, all the while STILL aligning the charges of polarity, setting the market as he did before but this time upping the ante considerably as he'd slide into a ready stance, pointing the tip of his sword at his opposition. The lengthy, and prodigious nodachi seething wildly with electromagnetic energy beautifully symmetrical with his own spiritual energy. The storm over head continued to churn, a proverbial battery that now would fee down yet ANOTHER outstanding bolf of lightning that would once again seek to touch the head of his opposition, to send 2.5 giggawatts of electricity surging wildly through his body, tearing apart his central nervous system to force the body into unconsciousness all the while storming him with thermal temperatures rivaling the sun.

And A sword, that would be slashed horizontally, released a bladed wedge of dense, isolated electromagnetic energy traveling at twice the speed of sound that would devour ambient Ionic-Charges on it's travel, thus causing the wedge to grow from an 8' long (side to side) aperture into a 40' long aperture that sought to cut red in HALF at the waist----and a mile or so of Forest behind it before it dissipated.---if he was successful.