Return of the boss

When Tora attempted to thrust his weapon through Stefan's chest, he was sorely disappointed. You see, this time Stefan was getting a bit annoyed by his underling for a couple of reasons. Despite getting injured, the man still attempted to execute a basic attack on him, which was rather sad. And the Vizard commander also seemed to refuse to heed Stefan's words, and just essentially ignored him. That was a tad frustrating to Stefan, as Tora was very arrogant and kept trying to pass himself off as some kind of veteran warrior that's been through and experienced oh so much. Woe is him!

Stefan knew he outpaced his opponent tremendously, and was perfectly willing to take advantage of such a difference in speed. Despite the attack being a fast thrust, Stefan rather easily moved to the right, essentially sidestepping the movement. Before Tora could finish, however, Stefan grabbed the blade of the weapon by it's back, aka its dull side, with his right hand. Immediately after, he used his left hand to grip the very end of the weapon, where the sharp tip was. With extremely powerful and tight holds on the blade, in one quick motion Stefan did something that would surely make Tora think twice about trying to impale the Monsuta King again. He pushed away from himself with his right hand, and bent his left hand inwards, which served to split the blade on Tora's weapon right in half. The metal broke rather loudly, a resounding CHINK emanating from the now-broken weapon.

After breaking a large piece of a blade off the weapon,Stefan squeezed it in his left hand, crumpling it into a ball of bent metal like one might do with a piece of paper. At this point, Stefan still had his right hand holding Totals Zanpakutō though, so he began spinning in place, spinning Tora around by the long spear-like weapon like a tornado. After reaching a very high spinning speed, Stefan let go, sending Tora flying at an extremely high rate straight back into the ground where he had already been sent twice before. The impact from Tora hitting the ground would be much stronger than any before, as this time Stefan was serious about keeping his opponent down. This would cause a huge rupture in the surface of the earth, sending massive cracks along ground, as well as essentially destroying what was left of the rubble from the destroyed building. After this, Tora would be hard pressed to get up again from such an attack.

"You speak to me about experience? You're but a child, less than half my age! And I've read your file, dumbass. You don't have 'experience', you're a fucking baby. Nathan Washi, my Shadow, has experienced more hardships than you could even imagine! Half of the other commanders are in the same boat, you arrogant dipshit. Children don't get to claim experience, retard! You're also pretty inexperienced in battle, compared to the other people in the Monsuta, so stop making empty claims."

It was after speaking that Stefan noticed Sherri doing essentially the same thing as before. Instead of responding with an attack as he had done before, Stefan decided to just preserve a little bit of energy. When the blast neared him, Stefan put his left arm up, his palm facing the energy. Then, it hit him. However, instead of exploding or doing damage to the Monsuta King, the energy seemed to shrink and shrink until it vanished into nothingness. There was no remnant of it at all, for it had seemingly been completely absorbed by Stefan's palm, which now seemed slightly darker than usual for a couple seconds before reverting back to it's normal appearance.

Stefan's gaze followed the young Sherri entirely during her flash step, despite her use of a speed technique. Despite the dome of rather hot darkness, Stefan didn't move at all when Sherri neared him, allowing himself to get swallowed up by the darkness instead. However, he did move to block Sherri's sword swing by catching the blade in his left hand. At this point, Sherri might notice something a little bit different about her opponent. He was completely covered in darkness, but not her own. The darkness covering Stefan seemed to radiate....emptiness. The feeling of this 'darkness' would make Sherri, too, feel empty as though everything had been sucked out from her and she was but an empty shell instead of an actual being. You see, this wasn't just 'darkness', it was Void, absolute nothingness.

Though Stefan's strange appearance change might be rather noticeable to Sherri, a bigger change was also occurring right before her very eyes. This would also be able to be sensed by her, and Tora as well due to her close proximity to the two combatants. The Void darkness seemed to be spreading from just Stefan's body to the entire dome created by Sherri. As it did, it seemed to completely suck in and absorb the very darkness and heat of the dome as though it were some physical object being sucked into a vacuum cleaner. After just a mere short moment, the entire dome had been replaced by this strange smoke-like 'liquid' void that had originated from Stefan's own body. This might not be too good for the Commander and his lieutenant.

Most likely the first thing the two Vizards would notice is that they would suddenly have difficulty breathing. However, its much worse than that. You see, the Void's most basic function is acting like a vacuum, essentially space. This means it sucks in all oxygen around it endlessly, which would make it impossible to breathe while enveloped in it. Simple fix would be to exit the 'cloud' of Void, which Tora could do pretty easily. However, Stefan hasn't released his grip on Sherri's Zanpakutō, which means the only way for her to not suffocate to death would be to either remove Stefan's grip, which not even Tora could do, or let go of her Zanpakutō and go to where there was oxygen. Another major effect of the Void was that it can absorb both physical and metaphysical constructs, meaning if Sherri tried to create more of her energy/fire, it would immediately be absorbed and crushed by the Void without harming Stefan. This was proven when Tora's shockwaves were absorbed completely by the Void due to him being enveloped in it. Also, anybody within the cloud would also feel extreme pressure pushing in on every side, pressure equivalent to the deepest depths of the deepest oceans.

"Make your move, fools."

Sherri's eyes glared with anger and malice as she struggled against Stefan's hold on her sword. She had noticed the darkness of Stefan's, and how it seemed to absorb her own flames, but her emotions were such that she did not care. As it became difficult for her to breathe she turned, using her sword as a pivot point, and threw a kick towards the Monsuta leader's neck. There was almost no chance of her inflicting any damage even if she did hit, given her weak physical strength and lack of training in hand to hand combat.

The kick had exhausted all her remaining energy though, and the lack of oxygen in the air had gotten to her. Her fingers weakened, slipping off the blade as she struggled to remain conscious. If Stefan had grabbed her she would hang there, slowly dying from lack of oxygen. Otherwise she would fall down, landed with a loud crash in to the pile of rubble below. After coughing for couple of moments she would push away from the void in order to regain her breath, though at this point there was nothing she could do the the Monsuta leader.

The King allowed his severely weakened opponent to deliver a kick to him, but he didn't budge in the slightest. However, when he noticed the Vizard girl begin to give out, he let go of her weapon, allowing her to fall to the ground. He had no interest in killing, or even severely maiming, either of his opponents. As a matter of fact, he wasn't even looking to test either of them, nor had he plans to do so from the beginning. The reason he challenged them was so he could have a fun fight, figuring one of his commanders and lieutenants would provide ample challenge. He was saddened by their strength levels, though he figured it was just because he himself hadn't held back nearly as much as he should have. Perhaps next time he would hold himself back a lot more to give the other fighters more of a chance, but something told him what had happened here wasn't so bad.

Stefan was actually rather glad of his opponents. Despite being nearly suffocated to death, as well as having already been repeatedly damaged by a much more powerful opponent, Sherri hadn't given up, and kept fighting until she absolutely couldn't any more. She has serious potential, and Stefan knew it. Perhaps she may provide a greater challenge some day in the future. As for Tora, Stefan still saw him as horrendously arrogant, however at least some of it wasn't entirely baseless. The man seemed to have a good bit of power in him, and his protectiveness over Sherri would help serve to make him break limits and grow even more. He too could potentially provide a challenge some day. But not today. This fight had long grown boring for Stefan, so it was time to end things.

Stefan pulled the void back into himself, freeing Sherri and Tora to breathe again, especially because he also restricted some of his wild spiritual pressure in order to prevent either one of his opponents from suffocating. However, it seemed he was about to go on the offensive again, seemingly ready to attack his damaged and weakened opponents with the same ferocity he had previously. This seemed especially serious when he raised his Zanpakutō up into the air, its tip pointing skyward, ready to swing it down and deal a finishing blow. And then he didn't. Instead, he simply placed his weapon back into its sheathe, and then turned around, his mouth's ends tilted downwards in the form of a frown. "I'm finished. I've long grown tired of this fight, and it's clear neither of you are up to continuing, at least, without dying. Next time try not to bore me so much, and maybe let some of your anger out. I want a REAL fucking fight next time, got it?" After announcing his wish to fight them again, Stefan began walking away from his opponents, his spiritual pressure lowering as he did so.

Sherri's body slowly raised from the rubble in which she was laying. Her eyes were dull, as if she was no longer conscious. The shoulders of her garment were burning away, the heat around her body causing the air around her to bend the light eerily, as if strings of heat were rising from her body. As she stood up straight, her voice, though it sounded severely weak, came from her mouth.

"T-the third demon flame of the underworld...."

Before she could say any more, the heat died, her body collapsing once more in to the rubble. Her hollow mask shattered, her body unable to move any more. Her heart beat lightly, returning slowly to normal pace. She would not awake for at least twelve hours, she had sustained a large amount of physical damage, plus a decent amount of emotional trauma.