Dead End Encounter

He watched the demoness go, and though he noted her increased strength, that was masked moreso by his constant annoyance at her tactics. Did she intend to just avoid him after he went as far as Offering the finest gift he could offer? Rude, simply rude and he cared not how much she flaunted around, a lesson needed to be taught.

He stood still, marely gazing at his own gauntlets as her attack beared down on him." Stay away, stay away. NO No, that games boring!" The first blade of wind just barely knicked against his cheek, Just enough to draw the faintest hint of blood Before he was gone. His speed before had been impressive, But now as the energy built around his feet it exploded outward, a small crater now were he stood.

He appeared on a tree top, watching her shoot for the sky before he was gone again, the tree branch shattering, and he appeared at an even higher tree top, giving chase!. Finally with one more massive burst of speed he was close enough to the climbing Demoness, Or rather his longer tail like appendages were, and they lashed out to wrap around her legs, and unless avoid they would use a Surpriing amount of strength to hurl her through the nearest tree.

He saw the attack comming, he knew what it was from her last assault and still remembered in an odd sensation the feel of his body being rended. The appendages she aimed for, acting without even a motion from his body unwrapped around her leg, darting away like a Viper to shift behind his body again. He had no time however to react to her next attack. His head only tilted and he let out a small groan of aggitation before sh struck im once again. The blow hitting home but rather than offering the Arrancar the usual dirt nap he had become accustomed to he only hurtled down a few feet before righting himself, Wind whipping hair around his eyes at the force he stopped himself.

" Moving again.....So much moving, Annoys us greatly, we require more!" A hand gently went to feel his nose, Sangre could feel the fractured body part as it began to heal already. A twitch of his hands and he felt his fingers crack one by one, he at least keeping an eye on the demoness while slowly lowering himself to the ground, Flexing his hands out before he finally called out.

" If you won't amuse us Properly, than were done." Despite his maddened cackling earlier, the Arrancar now seemed oddly calm, one more pat on his nose confirming that the damage was fixed." We have no time for you if we just see you prancing about like this."

Though he was talking to her, his hands balled into tight fists, clenching as he prepared just in case she tried another speedy assault on him, but what would her move be?

The sudden immense spike in power Surely had an effect, The arrancar even in his released form Stumbled back a step or two. It was taxing to feel that much power all at once focusing around him. But he never took a knee and never actually fell, He stood his ground despite the Seemingly overwhelming Reishi pressing against his body. " Finally, now your doing something worth watching!" He spat out at her, cackling in delight.

He was quickly adjusting himself to the mountainous amount of power that had come, It was more than he could have ever hoped for! Raising his gaunlets he brought both down to block the attack as it came at him, unaware of its rather unique Properties, But His own Spike in Spiritual pressure shot out next, His feet digging into the ground as he pressed back against the blade. The ground beneath him slowly began to cave in at the pressure, Sparks flying from his Rusty gaunlets.

His body stiffened as The ground continued to crack and give away at his feet from the pressure the two attacks caused. The attack was slowly pushing him back, threatining to blow him away like a piece of paper before a Hurricane. Gritting his teeth he adjusted his feet, trying to keep his stance.

But than, just as it seemed like he would fly, as planned His lips curled into a smile and the blades on the inside of his Gaunlets whirled to life, and much like her chainsaw tail began to grind against the assault. Sparks flew from his hands and sprayed around the area and he was finally pushing back Against her blow. He continued pressing it back, and unless Interupted he would shatter the blow, or at least the portion that aimed to cut at his body.

The explosions he could do little against, He hadn't expected her energy to react in such a fashion and the energy washed over him. He could only let out a sharp cry as one after the other struck the Arrancar body, His body becoming enveloped by the ceasless power. When He emerged, when the attack was over he was already a fair mess as he stumbled forward, Smoke pouring from His body.

His body was singed and scarred, but most notable is along his chest were several small chunks of his stomach now actually missing, Nothing fatal but certainly gruesome to look at. Bone was revealed from the wounds, and small portions of his arms were in the same condition.

But no, something was off. Despite his wounds Demonica felt it again, another Incredible Spike in power, Reishi bubbled forth from his wound. The wounds seemed to do little more than push the monster foward, Offering strength were to others it would likely offer them at deaths door. And so her first attack came, And His eyes opened a tad before Both hands met her fist. His own hands were charged with his Reishi and the blades spun as they met her attack head on, another ground shaking shockwave erupted from around them.

The next attack came, and his foot shot up to meet it, the blades on his red armored leg grinding wildly against her own strike. Energies clashed again and Sparks flew from his blade. BUt while both hands may have been enough to hold her back with his newfound Monsterous strength, his leg was giving way.

" This is....this is more like it! Good, good!" He choked out, and what he was hoping the Demoness wouldn't notice in all the dust and commotion was that his two tail like appendages had snaked around him, and were coiling around her legs, To bind the speedy creature down. " Now this is a dance! Wonderful!" He was enjoyimh himself still! Even when he was facing such a tremendous foe, he had never once shown a sign of fear or hesitation.

But now, with the tendrils around her legs He opened his mouth, and began to charge at first what looked like the same Red Cero, though its power was already Extroardinary in difference in how heavy the energy was. But than his tongue slowly licked up blood, and the Red began to turn into neon mix of red and Yellow, the power growing Further, seeminly unending! It was by now that the tendrils had coiled around he limbs completely. The blades at the end even jamming themselves into her legs if they went unoticed.

THan at once the Mass energy was released, the Mixed lights, whether they hit her or not Blasted through the Menos forest, eradicating tree's, rocks and even small hills before Exploding against a nearby Mountain, The power Shaking the very area they were in as the entire rocky landscape was destroyed.


And demonica, she was at ground zero, point blank range.

He had no chance at this point, the Arrancar had now felt the sheer level of difference between himself and the demoness. He was a child compared to her immense power, and even as he felt the blood spurting from his body, even as he felt the joyous agony it was clouded by a growing Infuriation. Why was she so much stronger than him? WHy even after doing everything he did, could he leave little more than a tiny mark on that body?

Had he not let her live, even Sangre was aware that he would have died under the blistering assault she offered. Collapsing to the ground. Blood pooled around him as the Arrancar regeneration desprately worked to keep him alive, to keep him from even passing out. In the end all he could think of was that incredible power, something that now seemed so far out of his reach. He wanted to say something, anything as she backed off, allowing him the right to live.

He was to weak to respond to her offer, or hear her name so he only let out the faintest of groans, hands balling into fists to show one last bit of resolve, that he didn't intend to die here.