[TEAM BLACK] Malaysian Capital Building: Terrorist Group Attack! [OPERATION: B.L.O.O.D. - BIG LOADS OF OBSCENE DEATH]

"So... loud..."

These were Nozomi's thoughts as she sat idly upon the roof a fairly tall building, alone as it was a generally was not occupied. This building was rather orthodox in the fact that it was a plain box-like structure. However, it was the focal point and epicenter of Malaysia's Capital City, known as Kuala Lumpur. The midnight blue-haired woman known as Nozomi would be situated upon this massive building, a lackluster piece of architecture that may have been appetizing four-hundred years ago, but Nozomi no longer found it as fascinating as she used to. Regardless, that was a side thought that in no way impeded her focus on the situation happening at the base of this building, or the much more dire situations occurring several kilometers in any direction of her. An organized effort, it appeared, by the organization known as Shadow Fall. Several immense presences were taking it upon themselves to obliterate the denizens of the Capital City, and didn't seem to be so considerate of the infrastructure either. Nozomi was able to tell that all these attacks were headed by members of this dark organization, Shadow Fall, including the small party below her. But this small party was rather conservative in their efforts compared to the rest. The Ziamichi's keen eye kept watch on them, scrutinizing every action made by them no matter how small or subtle. She appeared idle, but in reality she wasn't; what she was undertaking was a stage of observation, gathering information to decide the best course of action for herself... And Nozomi was indeed planning action.

She hadn't always been here, sitting cross-legged on top of the Kuala Lumpur City Hall, but as soon as it became one of the safest places to be in the city, she'd have already made her way here. These Shadow Fall, the demons and the arrancar and even the humans who aligned themselves under a dark banner, they were rather... capable. With this capability it seemed their intent was to destroy, destroy, destroy. Nozomi was having a blast watching these events all occur simultaneously with her omniscient eyes, gathering information of all of the tricks and treats being pulled out and analyzing them; but, she did not have to be in the line of the fire in order to survey them. With the impressive range of her eyes, she could sit in a rather comfy position as the invasion proceeded, out of their business for the time being. Eigenartigkeit, the marble-sized device implanted into the small of her back, would keep her spiritual signature on such a low signal that even the best of sensors would not be able to tell of its presence. That trick only worked for so long though as the moment she began making her move, Nozomi would be easily detected. It was the perfect tool for the situation, given as she was still and inert, learning and thinking until the perfect moment just waddled along. She watched as the group of twelve invaded the building. She watched as one hulk of a figure designated himself as 'Mister Mother-Fucking Caveman' and asserted himself rather well as the leader of this small team. Every word spoken down there was not actually heard, but Nozomi was capable of reading his lips with her perceptive vision, hence why the situation was rather clear to her. Continuing, Nozomi would watch as ten of the twelve split off as they were commanded to search the building.

Eh, Nozomi thought as she considered this. Eventually if they made their way high enough in the towers, they would be capable of finding her seated form atop the highest floor. Yet, even with their numbers they would never make it in time to catch her before she was long gone. The more significant point here was that this group of ten, however weak they seemed to be, had split off from the leader and his lackey. These mere two, however, possessed manifold more power than their search party. The Omnidou—Nozomi's source of her all-encompassing perception—would begin its analysis on the two, gathering basic information on their capabilities. Within her mind their bodies and souls would be torn apart as the great eyes inspected every minute detail that went into completing the whole. From what energy they used, to the make of their physical body, and et cetera and et cetera. It was not instantaneous, but in the stretch that the two used to carry out the initialization of their plan, Nozomi was having a field day with the allotment of time granted to her to observe their make. Used to power, Nozomi disregarded her study on the 'Mister Mother-Fucking Caveman' as soon as she figured out that his lackey was medically inclined. Always go for the support; that was the woman's belief. Focusing the resources of her Omnidou onto learning this unnamed one's skills, she would learn all she could while keeping a close eye on the progress of the search party and the actions of their leader.

He was a human, and did rely on spiritual energies in order to heal his allies; this meant his powers could be severed... and Nozomi was well-practiced in such an art. She still felt something darker within him though, that still hadn't been quite revealed. But it didn't matter as that perfect opportunity finally came. The Caveman was proving himself at not being the most capable leader or strategist, as his methods were rough and foolhardy. He would be throwing a wrench into his own plans as he stopped his show all for the sake of one woman who stepped out of line. He was too busy making an example for people who were already powerless to stop him. That little execution he performed for his hostages was a testament to the fact that his priorities were distorted, and that the opening presented by it womay just be the ruin of his company. Alone, a support was not as effective as possible, and Nozomi was not afraid to exploit this. As Caveman finally left the main room to babysit the poor woman, Nozomi would yawn and funally stand. Her hand flicked out at an unoccupied point of space in front of her, and the very fabric of space was distorted. In less than a millisecond, the throat of a Garganta rift had opened and she was stepping through. There would be a tiny flair of energy as her device's shroud came undone, but it quickly disappeared within the Garganta, and could have been one's imagination. How helpful that would even be to her new opponents was irrelevant, for within the second Nozomi had begun, another Garganta was ripping open behind the medically-inclined one, and it could be felt. At this most opportune time, when their group was scattered and their defenses lowered, an unfathomable pressure would spill out of this Garganta, most likely beyond what any of these people had ever felt.

'Tinsel Bitch' as he was referred to by 'Mister Mother-Fucking Caveman', was just like his leader in the way that he was not taking this situation very seriously. He was dicking around with a writing utensil and a notepad, and probably was not expecting himself to come to harm. A pity, as this would perhaps end in Nozomi's first attack: After all, his physical capability was poor, he did not have exceptionally proficient sensory, and the speed at which his nerve impulses travelled did not speak in favor of his chances of reacting to this attack. He probably relied on his ability to heal himself that he did not train many of his other aspects; that was the most logical reason. As for Nozomi's attack? She had fired it off before the Garganta back to Earth had even opened, so that when the rift splintered ajar seven feet behind where 'Tinsel Bitch' was situated, the attack would already be rocketing out of it. There were two Holy Arrows, with their destructive energies focused to the tip of the arrowhead. These projectiles did not explode, but instead were meant to pierce whatever defense to precisely hit their marks. The chances she would miss were almost nonexistent, given several different factors. The first was that it was a surprise attack, where the only warning was the sudden immense outpour of spiritual pressure that came when Nozomi opened the second Garganta. Her target was not only far too relaxed, but occupied with her trifle little booklet as well; there simply did not seem to be enough time for the poor lad. The second factor was how impeccable Nozomi's aim was. She was a master of archery and had the back-up ability to redirect her arrows' trajectories for every slight movement her target made. Even if he somehow managed to pull himself together quickly enough to try and evade, subtle alterations would be made along the way so that she would surely make her marks.

In one point seven four nine seconds after Nozomi began her action, two arrows would be perforating her target in two very specific pinpoints, given nothing went horribly off track. The first was commonly as the 'Binding Chain' to Shinigami, or the 'Chain of Fate' on a human. Research has shown it to be the booster that gives any being the power beyond what their physical body is capable of. This pressure point worked in turn with another that was known as the 'Soul Sleep', the source of spiritual power; that was Nozomi's secondary target. Whatever be it called, they were shatterpoints to the woman. Shatterpoints that could be pierced by the preciseness of her Holy Arrows, and thus sealed. Once sealed, all abilities that revolved around spiritual energy would be shut off, and Nozomi's target did happen to use that type of energy. It seemed cheap and far too swift an end to the human's usefulness, but it was his own fault. He was in the middle of a high-profile mission, and yet acted as if the entire ordeal would flow by without hindrance. He was overconfident, he lazed in his task, he distracted himself, he disarmed himself; Nozomi could go on listing the failure made by her opponent this day, but she had more important things to do with her time than expend thought on somebody who wasn't taking this seriously. If and when the arrows pierced their respective targets, they would fly through his body and across the room until they disappeared into the opposite wall. The Garganta would close at two point zero six two seconds after Nozomi had made her move, but she would have used Hirekyaku to escape the turbulent darkness and to arrive within arm's reach behind the 'Tinsel Bitch'. She took up this position only in the special off chance that her opponent retained any capability to fight. With her Omnidou she would watch and make sure his spiritual capacity would disappear, before moving on. In the case that it didn't for some unexpected reason she could not yet fathom, she would simply thrust her palm into the back of his head in an attempt to knock him out.

Hopefully, things would go her way, and she could move on to the next threat without even having to expend effort on the first. The ten lackeys sent to search the building were probably only halfway to the top of the building, and did not have any noticeable communication devices on them that their leader could use to call them back—another mistake. Regardless, by now, Caveman would be the only other one besides his medic who could sense the ridiculous Reiatsu that poured through the Garganta. Not that it would give him warning enough to stop her initial attack, but it would tell him that somebody was about to royally screw up his day. So, if 'Tinsel Bitch' was indeed finish, Nozomi would begin her stride toward the area he had disappeared off to, a blank expression written across her face. A dark energy would begin leaking out of the woman's body, imbuing itself into the air and the ground and the structure of the building. It was like a contagion infecting the environment around her, even the powerless human beings who had been taken hostage here. Nothing was really being done with this dark energy, but Nozomi was allowing it to spread, so that the options were there.