Pretty, ain't it?

[Tagz]

Sunlight beamed down upon a magnificent garden. Brightly colored flowers flourished happily. Flowers and luscious green grass covered a large area. The wide spread field of flowers were dotted by a few groups of chairs and bordered by large and beautiful trees. The sky was light blue and freckled with a few white, fluffy clouds. The sun shone brightly. The grass seemed to shimmer from the morning’s dew. Birds chirped happily, enjoying there wonderful lives. It truly was a wonderful sight to see. It was the kind of Kodiak moment that’d touch anyone’s soul. That is, until the sound of blades and claws clanging together echoed throughout the entire area. In such a wondrous place, a battle was raging on, a fairly short one at that. A blonde haired woman wasted little time and little energy shredding apart yet another Adjuchas. The pleasant sounds of the singing birds were replaced by the heart wrenching cries of a dying Hollow. There screams were really quite sad. It may even be sadder than the sounds of a crying baby. However, the blonde haired woman was as heartless and cruel as most of the powerful beings in this world nowadays. She felt nothing for the Hollow. She had murdered many before, and was guaranteed to murder many more in her future.

Sadly, the now late Adjuchas was really quite pleasing in looks compared to most Hollows. It took a more human like form than any other Adjuchas. Plus its strength was impressive. It would have made the perfect pet, except, the beast moved and acted on its own accord. This could not stand. A pet was supposed to be just that, a pet. Gramica’s search for the perfect pet continued.

Boom

The sound rung out through the lands. Five portals opened up by utilizing the Garganta technique. The beings that had opened the portals emerged from them. The woman had summoned five more Adjuchas’ and immediately the five began battling. Gramica stood atop one of the higher up branches on a tree far off to the distance.

One Hollow flew high above the others, flapping its bird-like wings. Sharp talons were its feet and a mask that was elongated at the top and stretched upwards for quite a ways. The second seemed more like an overly muscular man with a mask on him. The third appeared to be a demonic, overgrown daddy longlegs. Eight incredibly long legs stuck out to the sides a small abdomen and a frightening mask. The fourth was smaller than the rest. It was no more than seven feet tall. It appeared to be a man with fish-like qualities, and… you guessed it… a pearly white mask. The last hollow also came across as a man, except an overly… plump… man. All five Adjuchas’ howled at the same time. There high spiritual energy added with their constant screaming was bound to draw in a crowd. If not, not a problem, if so, not a problem. It would just be one more test for the creatures to go through. The woman was hoping for some entertainment and hopefully find a more interesting Hollow to watch progress. Maybe her pet was on the field surrounded by its snacks.

The third and fourth instantly began attacking each other as if they had beef with each other prior to this little set up. The first, second and fifth had a love, erm, hate triangle flowing. Five minutes in and Gramica was pleased with what she was seeing. All five creatures were impressive. To make things even better, the third Adjuchas stood out above all. It had disposed of the fourth and joined in on the frenzy that was taking place right next to him. Shortly after the fourth was dispersed the first soon followed. Things were going well. The long haired woman simply gave a smirk as she watched the event unfold. The flaps on her white trench coat wave slightly in the light wind. The cool breeze blew through her rich blond hair. It truly was a beautiful day.

[Firechild]

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

The sound of the bass from the headset around Yomosugara's neck throbbed as the Vizard bobbed his head in time with the tune.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

It was another boring day in the cathedral that served as the Masked Syndicate's headquarters. Yomo was, obviously...bored out of his mind as he listened to crappy punk music from the walkman on his belt.

Throb, throb, throb, throb.

The chirping of the annoying birds outside only served to heighten this boredom.

Click.

"Tch...this day sucks." Yomo moaned to himself in contempt as he switched the walkman off. It was a pleasantly sunny day, warm and happy with happy birds, and happy flowers, and happy bunnies, and happy...ness. "I hate this atmosphere!" He yelled into the massive ceiling of the cathedral. "Stupid...happy...ness...thing..." He grumbled to himself as he stalked out of the cathedral into the field stretching to one side of the Syndicate that often served as a training ground.

"I wonder what Barda's up too..." The Vizard said aloud in a bored tone. With his hands in his pockets, Yomo began walking across the field in search of his friend, when out of the blue an explosion interrupted his pleasantly boring day. "Now that's more like it!" He said with a grin and utilized a Shunpo to travel towards the explosion.

When Yomo arrived at his destination, he stood upon a jetty overlooking a field. In this field were the most uninteresting things he could imagine...Hollows...stupid...idiotic...hollows. "You've gotta be kidding me..." Another sigh escaped the Vizard's lips as he sat down cross legged to observe the tussle. One of them was beating the living crap out of the others, a long legged monstrosity that seemed to be weak enough for Yomo to take out with a well placed Centella...he glared with loathing at the weakling. Not because he was a hollow, but because when he thought he had something fun to do, it turned out it was a weak hollow with nothing special about it.

"Why me?" He asked himself, before leaping down into the field to face the now alone hollow. "Alright ya stupid bastard...time to go nighty night." Yomo said with out much feeling as he aimed the two fingers of his left hand at the Hollow in a "gun like" fashion. A crimson energy built up and was released at the Hollow without any effort involved.

[Tagz]

Things were going well. Four out of five were quickly killed off and three was only one left, wonderful. Then, she could feel another presence coming in. The reiatsu felt like a Shinigami, with a slight difference to it. Then, a man came forth. He seemed… bored… as if her new found pet was obligated to entertain him. The poor fool had it twisted. His appearance here was for her enjoyment, not his. He soon after realized this and began fighting the Hollow. An attack that was brilliant red in color was sent zooming towards the creature. The eight legged monster easily dodged the attack by jumping high into the air and replied with its own attack. From the end of its abdomen it spewed a large and wide gooey solution towards the man. Then as it landed, it righted itself and from its pincer-shaped mouth it spit a barrage of white needles that each glowed brightly. These needles were each a foot in length and less than an inch in diameter.

Gramica was watching happily from a distance. This monstrosity was actually quite impressive. It had attacks to halt its opponent’s movements and had deadly attacks to finish the job. Over all, it was a well rounded beast. And this was just the beginning, just a taste of its power. It clearly wasn’t you average Hollow. And it proved that it wasn’t your average Adjuchas either. The creature was simply a well bred killer. Or, maybe, like all of her other pets, she was just over glorifying it. Regardless, currently it was the best that she had.

“ Ignorant Shinigami. Do you really believe that it’s that easy to defeat me? Do you believe that it is that easy to defeat the one who has been promised fame and power? No matter what they’ve taught you, ignorance is NOT bliss. It is simply a ticket to an early grave.”

As the Hollow spoke, the pincers on both sides of its mouth moved, similar to a person’s lips when they speak. Suddenly, razors burst from all eight of the monster’s legs. The Hollow then shot one leg off into the direction of the man, hoping to impale him in the dead center of his torso. The creature’s leg moved at remarkable speeds. The tip of each leg was incredibly sharp as well.

Gramica stood atop her branch deep in thought. Her how long has it been since she began her search? It seems to have been going on for as long as she has been an Arrancar. Shortly after she removed her mask she has been looking hard to find a suitable Hollow to keep around her. The search was long and tedious, but a necessary one. Her senses were on high alert as she reminisced about the thousands upon thousands of other hollows she’s brought to their doom simply to find one worth keeping. It was a shame really. There are an unimaginable amount of Hollows in existence today, and yet Gramica has yet to find one that meets her requirements. Hopefully this “spiderific” Hollow would. So far it was pleasing, but the woman had come across a many as powerful as this, and even a few that were stronger. The woman decided to leave the Adjuchas to the newcomer for a few minutes. If it managed to survive a certain time frame, she’d bail it out. If not, then death would be its punishment. If it survived, then the promised power would be true. As ignorant as the Shinigami was, her pet was even more ignorant for mistaken him as one. Despite they’re incredible similarity; there were certain things that showed that he wasn’t an average Shinigami. One was the lack of a uniform. All Shinigami wear the Shinigami attire. Some may add a few unique items to it to separate themselves from the rest of the group, but most looked the same. The second thing was that there was a minor difference in its reiatsu. She could feel a slight evil behind the otherwise ordinary Shinigami reiatsu. Gramica couldn’t tell what this man was, but she knew he was no ordinary Shinigami. Or maybe he was a rogue that had gained some sort of new abilities. Or maybe he was under the influence of a dark and evil pixie fairy.

[Firechild]

A vein twitched in the Vizard's forehead. Yomo's eyes darkened to a menacing glare rather than the bored stare it was a moment ago. His vest flared outwards as his reietsu flared and caused the wind to pick up. "Mistake number one..." He said in a deathly quiet voice. "Insulting me, by mistaking me for a Shinigami..." The wild reietsu manifested itself into a visible form as a black glow radiated outwards from the Syndicate Councilman. "Mistake number two..." he continued, spitting on the ground. "Being ignorant enough to think your pathetic attacks would do anything to me." The sticky substance that was fired from the Adjuchas' abdomen halted in midair before simply disintegrating by the force of Yomo's spiritual pressure. He held his palm outwards, his fingers spread and hooked into a claw as a sphere of crimson energy coalesced in his hand.

The Cero grew in density and power until it was almost breaking through between Yomo's fingers. Finally it solidified into Yomo's trademark Cero, black with a red tint rather than most Hollow's Cero which was the other way around. "Piece of shit..." Yomo muttered, his eyes dangerous and glowering. "Cero!" The orb launched itself from Yomo's hand, gaining speed as it traveled through the air towards the spiked leg that was being fired at him. The sheer power that radiated from the Hollow technique completely destablized the spires that were fired from the Adjuchas' leg, the particles scattering to the winds and vanishing from sight. The Cero continued to travel towards the very leg that fired the fired said spires, causing it to combust, a rietsu explosion taking the place of the pair as a result from the collision. Yomo lowered his arm, slipping both of his hands into his pockets as he observed the effects the Cero would have on the Adjuchas.

"Having fun Yomo-kun?" From nowhere his Zanpakuto spirit suddenly appeared beside him, visible only to him. She smiled softly, brushing the navy hair from her eyes.

"It's what it is..." Yomo said, his voice losing the malevolent tone it had a moment ago. "I was surprised it was able to dodge my Centella though...it's one of my most accurate techniques. I underestimated it." Yomo took his hands from his pockets, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Well, as long as you aren't depressed and bored anymore. You know I hate to see you like that." Shitsune frowned and tucked Yomo's hair behind his ear, like a mother...or motherly girlfriend might do.

"You baby me too much Shitsune..." Yomo complained and knocked her hand away lightly. His spirit just giggled and crossed her arms behind her back. The pair turned towards the Adjuchas to see if it was dead or not.

[Tagz]

Gramica did not think twice as the man clarified it for her new pet that he was certainly not a Shinigami. Then, an interesting glow came from hand. Wait. No. It couldn’t be. Was that a…? No… no way…

Who was this man? That last attack was too similar to a Cero; on top of that, he had the audacity to call it a Cero as well. The creature’s leg disintegrated. The Hollow tried to answer fake Cero for Cero. However, before it could fire its own off, the man’s attack pummeled right through it. Gramica stood there in disbelief. This man was more impressive than she had first mistaken him for. He did not waste any time disposing of the Hollow nor did he struggle. Now her pet was gone. And the man seemed to be having a conversation with him self. The woman let out a saddened sigh. A man that could easily defeat her Hollow… is insane. What a disappointment. Well? What can one do about a situation like this? Nothing much I suppose. Regardless, the woman was annoyed by his appearance. She had underestimated his abilities and expected that her pet would be able to get a little workout out of this. But now, her Hollow was dead the man just stood there, almost taunting her.

‘Humph’

Escaping her mouth was the sound of sheer annoyance. The woman was put off by the man. But still, he had proven himself somewhat entertaining so she needed to congratulate him. Gramica took a step off of her high branch, but instead of plummeting to her death (or at least incredible pain); she stood on solid… air. She continued to move forward until she was standing in the sky not too far from the man, clapping the whole way there. Her clapping then came to a halt.

“Impressive. You managed to destroy that filthy pest. I thank you for that. I commend you on be the best in your profession. I have yet to meet a more competent janitor.”

She had seen the man’s reactions and found him susceptible to heckling. The Arrancar could easily swing this to her advantage. Anger can always clouds ones judgment.

“However, I feel as though that insect was my responsibility. How would you feel if someone sticks there tiny, feminine nose where it does not belong? Since you killed my little bug, I must now repay the favor.”

She hoped that implying that he had feminine features; he’d be angered even further. Simply to pass time and let her insults sink in and enrage him further, she slowly removed her white, elegant trench coat. Now in a more comfortable tank top, she stretched her arms, this time more quickly than her previous actions. Though he was not a Shinigami, he had an undeniable similarity to them, hopefully that included their vexing sense of honor. This meant he would not attack an unarmed opponent, meaning until the moment her hand touched her hilt, she was given immunity from harm. This would allow her to drag this out until she was satisfied that her hurtful remarks touched a soft spot. Once she felt quite certain, she drew her Zanpakuto. Then, with adept use of Sonido she appeared directly in front of the man, pushing down hard on the hilt, attempting to drive the blade deep into his skull and cleave his entire body in two halves.

[Firechild]

"Tch..."

Yomo rolled his eyes in exaggerated annoyance. "I knew it was nothing but a weakling..." He said shaking his head irritably.

[color=Navy"Well, what were you expecting? It was only an Adjuchas after all..."][/color] Shitsune leaned into him, staring at the place that the Hollow stood just mere moments before. "We should probably head back to the Syndicate..."

"That doesn't mean we actually WILL does it?" Yomo said cocking an eyebrow at her. He closed his eyes and leaned back, looking at the sky. "I suppose you're right though...let's go..." Shitsunehana vanished as he turned to leave, but the sound of clapping caught the Vizard's attention so he turned around to see what could be none other then an Arrancar. "Now that's more like it...A challenge." He said with a smirk.

She was rather short...and had light hair. Not looking very challenging, but with the evolved Hollow looks were often deceiving.

He couldn't help but laugh at what she called him. A janitor of all things. "A janitor eh? Man that's rich..." the fact that she was as arrogant as he was made Yomo grin with excitement. Then the compliment issued from her mouth. "Why thank you, most of the babes at school think I'm awfully good looking as well." Feminine was a desirable trait after all for most of those frilly types at the high school he occasionally attended. "At least your not mixing me up like your lover there did. Sorry I killed him, but he wasn't particularly strong." Then he felt her spiritual pressure increase, and saw her vanish. He felt her presence traveling through the air, a similar technique to his very own Shunpo.

The sound of steel on steel screamed through the air as Yomo drew his zanpakuto. The midnight blue blade glimmered in the sunlight as his face took on a mischievous joy. The two blades collided with a force strong enough to send a shockwave radiating away from the two. "Not bad...You're an Arrancar right? Really strong Hollow things..." The fact that her insults had no affect on him was due to the fact that normal insults didn't phase him, he found them quite amusing actually. But when someone confuses him with those bastard Death Gods...he gets mad. "You know...You're pretty cute. How about going on a date with me somewhere instead of trying to kill me?" He said with a smirk.

[Tagz]

The Arrancar’s insults seemed to just breeze by him. What in the world? The woman let out a mental sigh. As their blades rammed into each other and the collision caused them to pulsate throughout the air, the woman gave her own smirk. Each comment he made caused a slight chuckle out of the girl. Unfortunately, as humorous as he was, he’d have to taste the cold edge of her blade. With her seldom surpassed knowledge of Sonido, she disappeared and positioned her self to his immediate right. She slashed her Zanpakuto forcibly in hopes of cleaving him horizontally.

Gramica disappeared once again. She then relocated to about ten feet above the man’s head. The woman had her right arm outstretched and her palm opened. Her Zanpakuto was gripped tightly in her left hand as a green orb began forming in front of her right palm. The orb grew to a decent size in seconds and was fired off. It traveled rapidly, but Gramica traveled faster. As her attack made good time closing the ten foot gap, Gramica was already behind the bringing her Zanpakuto down with full force. This was meant to split his attention; hopefully one of her attacks would make a lasting impression on the man’s body. As her green orb was within a foot from their heads, it would separate into five smaller blasts. Once this happened, the woman would make her bail out on the man. There was no love, no friendship, nothing that would force her to stick this out with him. Plus… she was the reason there were green balls of burning inevitable doom and destruction that was now falling from the bright blue sky.

“Now, handsome Janitor, I’m in the mood for dancing. If you want a date that badly, I’ll cut you a deal. If you can manage to survive and return to warmth of all your friends and family instead of taking an early trip to your cold, unfeeling grave, I’ll let you call this our first date.”

The sarcasm in her voice was difficult to find, nevertheless it was still there. She made her comment from a safely at a twenty foot distance. Though she gave the man a wink, at her distance, there was a large chance that it went unseen. A soon as the explosions ceased she would reenter the scene with a multitude of high velocity swings of her Zanpakuto. She had an irremovable grin on her face all the while.

[Firechild]

With every movement the Arrancar made, Yomo became more and more excited. No longer was he forced to fight the same people he always did, or weak little Hollow that seemed to pop up everywhere like an infestation. Not only that, but this Arrancar was really cute. The Vizard maneuvered his zanpakuto with expert practice to intercept the first blow, than was slashed behind his back to intercept the second. Each blow caused another boom with radiated outwards in the form of a sonic wave from the force of the collisions.

It was when she was in the air that he faltered even the slightest bit. A series of blasts were flying downwards at him at high velocity. "Tch, guess I don't have much of a choice do I?" The Vizard calmly, but swiftly pulled the hand that wasn't clutching Shitsunehana to his face, and pulled downwards.

A band of bone coveres his entire forehead, which grows and continues to move down forming around his eyes shaped like slits. The mask continues to form downwards finally ending with a row of sharp teeth only just visible behind flattened bone lips. A black arc of electricity forms across the band on his head, and a black halfmoon forms around his right eye, the tips pointing towards the center. His eyes have changed with the appearence of the mask, the whites of his eyes are a midnight black with the irises gold. Most masks were frightening and intimidating, which Yomosugara of the White Shadows certainly was, however he didn't lost any of the good looks that he has been praised for. He's just a little...darker now.

"Rarrgh!" His battle cry was warped and twisted, the sound of his inner Hollow's voice mixing with his own. "Cero!" Yomo pointed his hand at the blasts that were no more than a foot away from him by this time, about to impact. The Cero that formed in his hand was no different from usual, save the fact that it radiated with around three or four times the strength as it did previously. The multitude of blasts collided, as Yomo utilized a flash step to escape.

Getting no time to recover, the Arrancar had began another assault against the Vizard. But his eyes saw her every movement, and he was easily able to keep up with the continuous rain of blows that were descending upon him. "Not bad...not bad at all...our first date is certainly turning out to be eventful!" Then the Vizard made his own move, utilizing another Shunpo to appear behind the Arrancar, he shoved his fore and middle fingers against her back. "Centella!" The blasts fired from his fingers, the power again increased by his mask.

[Tagz]

Things were going well. Sure he managed to block every slash, but then, it’d be a boring fight if she could so easily disembowel him. The woman then watched in amazement as her blasts came raining down upon his head. The man reached up to the corner of his face then jerked his hand downwards forcefully. Then, the most unexpected thing happened. A… a… a mask appeared. A thousand and one questions ran in and out of her mind. How did this happen? What was he? Where did that mask come from? What the hell was he? Could this be possible? Was she seeing things? WHAT THE HELL WAS HE? Well, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit. Gramica wasn’t that shocked or surprised. After all, she had suspected that he wasn’t an ordinary man to begin with. Something along these lines was somewhat expected. The real question was why did he feel the need to bring it out so suddenly? The immediate change in the pressure of his reiatsu was evident, but why so early in a fight? Was he terrified by her? If so than he couldn’t be blamed. In any case the ingénues woman had a slightly larger problem on her hands than before, but all problems have a solution.

The Hollow mask that now covered his face wasn’t as hideous as most. However there were some odd designs on it such as the black arc on his forehead and the black half moon that formed around his right eye. This man was certainly an interesting one. Maybe she’d bless him by making him her new pet? Hmm… nah, she preferred an actual Hollow over a Hollow wannabe. Either way, she was guaranteed a spectacular battle.

[glow=red,2,300]“Rarrgh!”[/glow]

The man’s distorted battle cry did not go unnoticed. Gramica quickly picked up on his warped voice and could tell that someone else was crying out simultaneously with him. However, that little tidbit did her no good. The fact of the matter was that this Shinigami-like humanoid had the powers of a Hollow. That means that Cero-looking thing fired off moments ago was, in actuality, a weakened version of the Cero that was now soaring towards her smaller blasts that unfortunately can’t measure up to the giant glowing red orb that they were prophesized to collide into.

Gramica’s massive amounts of powerful slashes that were directed at the Vizard were all intercepted by his own Zanpakuto. The man’s reaction time increased. It was going to take a lot more to catch him off guard now. A slight smirk graced her features upon once she heard his comment. Then, the man disappeared with an ability that was similar to her Sonido. From one of the many Shinigami that had fallen before her, she learned that the name of this ability was Shunpo. The man’s vastly overflowing reiatsu was easy to track despite his speed. As he pressed two fingers to her back, Gramica moved her Zanpakuto to intercept it. Not moving her body in any direction, she held her stance, the man behind her, and her Zanpakuto held firmly across her back. Once the attack was fired, her superfluously sturdy Zanpakuto took the blunt of the attack, simply pushing the Arrancar quite a ways forward. As soon as she managed to bring herself to a halt, she spun around and brought her blade in front of her.

“Impressive. You claim that you are not a Shinigami, yet you have their sword. You are not a Hollow, yet you have their mask. And you are clearly not an Arrancar. I am Gramica, the thirteenth Numeros. I have no idea who you are, but then again, in a few minutes it won’t matter. Your name, your status, your emotional ties, your past lives, nothing will matter. However, I would like to know…”

With that, she vanished from sight and with her use of Gran Disimulo (Great Stealth) she would vanish from the man’s internal radar. She would appear five feet behind the man and fire off yet another Espartiro (Scatter Shot). After which she would use Sonido once again to advance before her own attack and distract the man with yet another amazing display of incredible force and power in a single swing of her Zanpakuto. This would force the man into turning around to face her if he had any hopes of blocking her. Then, she would disappear again and reappear less than a foot behind him. Swiftly and gracefully, she would bring her arm back and thrust it forward with all her might, releasing a red blast towards the man’s back. Though she was close, her Hierro would no doubt protect her from any damage from her Bala shot. As she relaxed herself, tiny red bolts of electricity began arcing in random forms around her fist. Gramica would then appear high, high… very high into the sky. She gave the man a moment to recover from her series of attacks and recollect himself before she came bursting down upon him. Amongst those within Hueco Mundo, she was famed for her incredible speed and skill in the use of Sonido. Her altitude coupled with the gravity of the Earth would pull her down even faster than her already impressive speeds. Her now impeccable velocity would add unimaginable power to her next swing. If she managed to slip by his defense he’d be cleaved in half so easily that ‘as easy as butter’ wouldn’t be a good enough reference. And if her Zanpakuto and his collided, then it would be highly likely that he would be forced down into the earth, creating a sizable crater, destroying the vast majority of beautiful flowers that inhabited the plains, even the largest of treebranches were violently whipping back and forth and the resounding sonic waves would call out throughout their half of the city, most likely gain some unwanted attention.

“… what should they write on your tombstone?”

[Firechild]

Yomo's senses had been enhanced, he could feel the wind against every hair on his arms. He could hear the buzzing wings of a bee across the field as it landed on a flower. The fact that his Centella was blocked did nothing to halter his enthusiasm. It had the opposite effect really, making him more determined to push her, and ultimately defeat her. Maybe if I beat her, she'll go on a real date with me. Yomo mused happily. Are you ALWAYS obsessed with girls? His Hollow questioned irritably. You know me better then that Moya...I like fighting too. The only answer Yomo received was a sigh from the Hollow version of himself.

"Impressive. You claim that you are not a Shinigami, yet you have their sword. You are not a Hollow, yet you have their mask. And you are clearly not an Arrancar. I am Gramica, the thirteenth Numeros. I have no idea who you are, but then again, in a few minutes it won’t matter. Your name, your status, your emotional ties, your past lives, nothing will matter. However, I would like to know…” The Arrancar boldly stated, before vanishing once again.

The Vizard could feel the air pulsate around him as a displacement of air signified another of her spread energy shots. A shockwave radiated behind him as a weaker, but much faster Cero came flying at him. She's pretty fast... Yomo thought to himself with a smirk. His blade whipped around, too fast for normal eyes to even notice let alone keep track of, smacking into the Bala like a bat and sending it flying. A third displacement of air pulsated behind him as Gramica vanished again, reappearing high above him. She could hear the crackling of the energy, and the sudden howling of wind as she descended towards him at an unbelievable velocity. Even through the noise, he could hear her speak again. "… what should they write on your tombstone?"

The Syndicate Councilman laughed, he couldn't help it. This Arrancar was probably the most enjoyable opponent he had ever faced. She had a great personality, good sense of humor, and over all...she thought just as arrogantly as he did. "Tombstone eh? Not so sure about that..." Yomo pointed his hand towards the sky, in the direction of where she was coming from. A scarlet glow erupted from his hand, as another smirk crossed his face."Bakudo 9...Geki!" The paralysis kidou, if successful would leave her immobile for a spare few seconds, but that's all he needed. He rocketed upwards to meet her, using a Shunpo to avoid the Scatter Shot. His speed was not quite as fast as hers, but the power he was about to release would easily make up for that. With one hand he had his zanpakuto, ready to swing forward. In the other, trailing behind him, another Cero was charged and ready to be released. He sliced his hand through the air and launched the Cero, adding the velocity of the swing to it's already impressive force. In addition to this, he tore through the air with Shitsunehana, colliding with the Cero, causing it to shatter and coat the blade with the Hollow energy.

When they drew close enough, the Vizard thrust his blade to meet Gramica, before utlizing a Shunpo to appear behind her, the forefingers of his left hand charged with a Centella. "Yomosugara of the White Shadows, Councilman of the Vizard family the Masked Syndicate." Yomo paused for a brief second, mulling his title over in his head, before a grin crossed his features. "But babe, you can just call me Yomo." And with that, he released the Centella that was stored in his fingers. Another Shunpo, and he was back on the ground, though a good eighty or so yards from where they would have impacted had Yomo just stayed on the ground.

[Firechild]

Yomo grinned when they're blades collided with an explosion, watching with glee as she skidded backwards like a meteor with smoke and flame, just like the real thing! The Centella he fired was redirected with another of her spread shots, exploding high in the sky with stars of red and green like fireworks. Yomo smiled softly at the pretty sight, as he landed, looking at the sky happily, before turning his attention back to the arrancar. A smile graced the Vizard's features as he heard her giggle. Assuming she was enjoying herself, that made Yomo pretty happy. Their first date was going incredibly well in his eyes. "Yomo baby seems a bit more appropriate, doesn't it?" Gramica said playfully as an aura of yellowish-green reietsu began coursing around her.

"Whatever you say sweetheart, whatever you say." Yomo responded enthusiastically as she charged at him, not using Sonido oddly enough. But the speed at which she was running, combined with her overflowing reietsu caused an intense wind to blow around her. Another shockwave reverberated through the air as the two blades collided again, before what sounded like a rain of bullets on steel. Yomo parried every single blow, save one...striking his shoulder, a stream of blood flew into the air as Yomo did a couple back handsprings to get out of the way of the Arrancar's blade, a slightly shaky laugh escaping his throat...One make take it as hesitation, but his excitement was so high he couldn't help but tremble in the exhilaration of meeting someone that was probably his equal. "Oh...you're good...Real good...Best date I've had in years! I'll tell you that right now!" Yomo cocked his head, staring at his opponent. "I may actually have to start trying..." The Vizard said with a serious tone as the top right quarter of his mask crumbled revealing part of his face, and the entirety of his right eye, morphed by the Hollow inside him. "Turn everything to night...Shitsunehana." Yomosugara's reietsu became incredibly dense, dense enough to the point where you couldn't believe he was only entering his initial release. His zanpakuto exploded with reishi, reforming into a pair of blades. They become curved and smaller. The base of the blades rest against Yomo's wrists while the tips go passed his elbows. They are pure black in color, and radiate a sense of foreboding.

"This is the true form of my Shitsunehana...And this is why I am know as Yomosugara...of the White Shadows." Yomo's left blade ripped through the air, quite literally, revealing a fabric rip quite like a miniaturized garganta...save for the fact that the shadows swirling within were silver and white. The vizard stepped through, his face underneath the mask finally serious. His reietsu completely vanished, leaving no trace for Gramica to trace...except for the fact that less then a second after he entered the portal he was reappearing behind the Arrancar, aiming both of his blades to cleave open her back. Before she would have time to make a counter attack, he vanished back inside the portal he appeared out of, reappearing back in his original position. A black claw of energy formed around his left arm, which was launched at her trying to grab her wrist. If it succeeded the two would be connected temporarily, Gramica held in place as a powerful Cero was formed around his right blade in an aura. He launched the attack at her, causing the velocity of his swing to add to that of the already further powered up Cero as it flew towards the Arrancar, digging a three foot deep, four foot wide trench in the ground because of it's reietsu.

After this, he releases the Fukurou Tsume and fires another Cero, this time less powerful then the previous, before charging up a Centella and firing the now black Hollow Lightning into the Cero, charging it with it's energy and causing it to take on a electrifying strength in addition to it's own. Using shunpo, Yomo imitated Gramica from earlier appearing ahead of the blast and aiming another strike at her neck, and then her abdomen. Before moving into a series of his own swift blows from both his blades, trying to push her to the very edge. Any opening she would make, any at all the Vizard would take and attempt to cut her right open. The fatality he planned would be the perfect end to their first date...What a wonderful date this has been...wouldn't you say Moya? The Hollow just laughed softly to himself. Just let me know when I can have a bit of fun aight? Yomo grinned and moved his attention back to the situation at hand.

[Tagz]

“Whatever you say sweetheart, whatever you say.”

As Gramica neared her target she gave a sadistic smirk as she thought about how one could call someone sweet when that someone was seconds away from degutting them. Her blade connected with his once, then twice, then three times. Yomo was good at reading the woman’s movements and defending himself accordingly. That is, until one slash slipped finally slipped through. Gramica struck him in his shoulder and spurted blood from his new wound. She also chipped his mask, finally… progress…The man gave a slightly awkward laughter but had an air of excitement to him. Then there was the complementing insult. Or maybe it was an insulting complement. Either way, Gramica found both in his sentence. The man used his wit to humor the woman with his arrogance instead of anger her. That is when he called upon his Zanpakuto and unleashed a massive amount of reiatsu. Could this truly be a mere Shikai? Or has he skipped that stage and went straight to Bankai? Frightened by the woman he must’ve unleashed his Bankai right off the bat. Amazing…

“This is the true form of my Shitsunehana… And this is why I am known as Yomosugara… of the White Shadows.”

As she paused to ponder one what two new blades on his arms had to do with white shadows, he sliced the air… literally. He actually sliced the air apart and created a white and silver torrential portal similar to her darker Garganta. Yomosugara stepped through his newly created portal and completely vanished from existence. This was not good. There was no way he was going to stay vanished for long. That’s when she felt his presence once again. Milliseconds after she felt him, she felt his blades. They both cut deep into her back causing blood to shoot out of the “X” shaped wound now placed upon the woman’s back. And just to piss her off, he disappeared back into his portal before she could even repay him for giving her the deep wound that was no doubt going to remain a scar.

Gramica was wincing in pain as the man made his reappearance. Immediately after doing so he shot a black claw towards her. The claw took hold of her wrist and held it in place. Once again, Gramica could not move. What a pain. The Arrancar watched as her adversary charged up his Cero. From the tips of her index and middle fingers, she did the same. By the time his was fired, Gramica was still charging hers. She was in a compromising position that made it difficult to move at all. Yomo’s Cero was meters away from her before she finally fired hers off. The close proximity of the two colliding Ceros was very bad for the Arrancar. To make matters worse, Yomo’s Cero was supercharged while hers was formed in haste. Gramica’s Cero had no chance of overpowering Yomo’s, but it still effectively weakened it. The blunt of the damage the woman took was more from the eruption the two colliding energies caused than anything else. The explosion knocked Gramica right off her feet and the miniscule crater formed from the sheer reiatsu was no where near as frightening at the crater the explosion had created. And in the center of the massive trench was a single woman, body steaming from the heat of the blast. The beautiful flowers that once flooded the entire meadow now bordered an enormous ditch. Gramica’s trench coat was extremely tattered, rips and burns everywhere and the only sleeve on the coat was burned off as well. Her pants and undershirt were also covered in tears. Both her arms looked beaten and she was out of breath.

The woman let out a sigh as she felt the incredible reiatsu forming into yet another Cero. She was worn out and now had a large threat to her existence to contend with. As the Cero was charging up, the Arrancar rose to her feet, granted it was slowly mind you, but she eventually did rise up. Ridding her mind from her fatigue she was up and ready to continue. However the Cero had already been fired and was now aiming towards her and was powered by a black Centella. How troublesome. Then, Yomo began showing his true colors. Though he appeared to be a self-dependant tycoon, he was a copycat at heart. He pulled off the very same ploy that Gramica had not too long ago. This placed an arrogant smirk on her face that said ‘You have finally realized that I am your superior in every single way so now you are trying to imitate me and pray that somehow you can claim just shard of my greatness for yourself’.

The first blow was aimed for her neck and was successfully blocked; the second ripped open her stomach. Ouch. Then, she was greeted with a flurry of strikes similar to the ones she targeted Yomo with to achieve the gash that was now sitting on his shoulder. Gramica did her best to parry them as well as Yomo had, but given her situation; she was in no position to do so. She received several deep cuts and light nicks before Yomo finally fled to make way for his demonic attack. (ooc: or at least that’s what I assume you wanted… >.>) Then as the deathly Cero hit its target exploding in a loud reverberation, deepening the already substantial trench she was in, Gramica’s voice could be heard calling out.

“Gratas el Interna Guerrilla”

Smoke and dust covered the entire area, concealing the woman in a cloud of black miasmic haze. The dust swirled around for quite sometime before in lightened up enough for a dark silhouette could be seen standing in the center of the dying down mayhem. As the dust cleared further, Gramica would come into full view. The woman stood there, tall and firm. Now, there was a slightly bulky white carapace, similar to the material that made up Yomo’s mask, covering her legs. Her feet were protected by large white boots that were also made of the same material. This carapace coated her right arm entirely as it only spiraled down her left, wrapping around the wrist in a wristband-like format. It also layered the greater part of her upper body in a sleeker version of her lower half. Her curvature was outlined in great detail as the carapace started from the base of her neck and moved down to the midsection of her bellybutton. What was exposed of her abdomen had only showed the majority of the large number “5” that was tattooed onto it with black ink, signifying her as being among the ranks of the Espada. It was shameful to think that a mere Shikai release would force her into her Resurrecctión, but sadly that was the case. Despite her having released her Resurrecctión, there was still no spiritual trace of her. Though she was in plain view, she could not be detected by means of tracking her reiatsu for it was nonexistent. Clearly it was not so much nonexistent as it was skillfully hidden. And a nice bonus of this was that all the gashes across her body were gone. Well, all except for a small tiny nick streaking horizontally across her right cheek.

“This is the true form of my damn self and since few have lived long enough to tell stories about I received no nicknames for it. Hmm…”

Gramica paused to think for a moment.

“However, if you’d like, you may call me ‘Gramica benevolent ruler’ or ‘Gramica of the sexy curves’. Either one will do. It is your choice.”

And with that the woman disappeared, still no trace of her. This time she went on the offensive.

Two meters behind, and to the left of the man came a barrage of yellowish-green spheres at a massive pace. The source would be unknown (though easily speculated) as about thirteen blasts came rushing towards Yomo. Then behind him another outbreak of lime green, Bala-sized blasts came zooming forth. And finally Gramica stood above him, a proud warrior with her most formidable weapon aimed before. Her wrist shook with the immense reiatsu being channeled into it. The dark slit in the armor just above her shaking right wrist shone a bright green light. However, unlike the usual shade of green, this was incredibly dark. In fact, only a skillful eye would be able to differentiate it from pitch black. Gramica was covered in this dark aura. Her reiatsu visible, yet not its standard lime green. And then, it shot forth, the most destructive attack in the woman’s arsenal. It churned with malicious energy and moved at half the speed of a typical Cero and was twice the size. The swirling energy caused a wind to pick up, snapping large branches and collapsing trees. It was going to be interesting watching how her adversary was going to withstand the might of her fabled Monoreina Cero.

[Firechild]

I was expecting that...I've rarely faced an opponent that could do much of anything against my shikai AND my mask... Observing each and every blow that Yomo made against Gramica, the Vizard was wondering if he was going too far. The way things were progressing, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to kill her. As the numerous cuts were made to her body from his furious onslaught of blows, he began to let up just a bit, before leaping backwards and charging another Cero. When it finally released and just as it made impact, the Vizard discerned a handful of words. “Gratas el Interna Guerrilla” The Arrancar was hidden behind a blanket of black dust, but he could barely feel her reietsu at all anymore. "What the..." Yomo stared at the spot where Gramica had disappeared wondering just what exactly happened. Was that a release phrase? Was she really going into her ressureccion? Fancy that...He actually was getting nervous from the anticipation. As the dust finally cleared, Gramica stood in the midst of a crater. A stong looking white carapace that all Hollow's possessed at one point in their existence covered her legs. Her feet were encased by large white boots that were also made of the same material. The same armor covered her right arm entirely while only a band of it spiraled down her left, wrapping around the wrist in a single cuff. A very smooth looking version of the same armor covered the majority of her chest and abdomen. Her curves were outlined perfectly, giving her a very attractive appearance. What was exposed of her belly had only showed the majority of the large number “5” that was tattooed onto it with black ink, signifying her as being among the ranks of the elite of the Arrancar...none other than the Cinco Espada. All of her wounds had completely vanished, save a small scratch on her cheek.

Wait a second...I could have sworn she said she was the 13th Numeros...But, there's her number right there...the Espada Cinco...I could be in trouble...What do you think Moya? Yomo was obviously looking forward to the fight that was about to take place. An Espada...the first time he had actually seen one for himself. Sure he had heard about them...but seen one? That's another story all together. I think that you should be cautious at the very least...Let me know if you can't handle it...I'll be waiting. Yomo rolled his eyes at the condescending attitude of his Inner Hollow. Sure they were friends, especially compared to most other Vizard who had to battle with there Hollows every day. But man did that guy sure annoy Yomo somtimes.

“This is the true form of my damn self and since few have lived long enough to tell stories about I received no nicknames for it. Gramica paused briefly, thinking about something. “However, if you’d like, you may call me ‘Gramica benevolent ruler’ or ‘Gramica of the sexy curves’. Either one will do. It is your choice.” With that, she simply vanished. Moving even faster then before, the problem this time way...She left no trace of a reietsu signature.

Brilliant I can't track her now...This figures. The Vizard grinned as he scanned the area, searching for any sign of her. It came in the form of several massive blasts of reishi that rushed towards him. Spinning Shitsunehana like a pair of sawblades, he deflected them without much trouble, it was the dozen or so behind him that he wasn't counting on. Everyone of the blasts collided with Yomo's back, causing him to kneel down from their force. By the time the last one hit, the Vizard's breath was coming in heavy gasps as he sat in a small crater, looking for her everywhere as another large chunk of his mask crumbled into dust, leaving only the left half remaing. Without warning, a massive reietsu signature was above him. He looked up and closed his eyes with a grin on his face when he saw the massive Cero-like blast sailing towards him. "You're a pretty pushy girl Gramica of the Sexy Curves..." Struggling to his feet, Yomo faced the blast with his arms crossed in front of him, the blades glowing from the reflected light of the blast hurtling towards him. "Ban....Kai!" The absolute power from his release caused the blast to halt in midair, before exploding, completely concealing the Council Member of the Masked Syndicate. If even a lower seated Shinigami were to even be in his presence, the sheer density of his Reietsu would probably cause them to keel over from asphyxiation.

When the smoke finally cleared, Yomosugara stood on a large blade, the long shaft which made the handle clutched in his hand. His clothes have completely changed, being in a brand spankin new navy blue garb that looks not unlike the one Shitsunehana wears, though quite obviously much more masculine. The scythe he stands on is massive, the blade of which alone is larger than he is. At the end of the long handle that has to be around fifteen or sixteen feet long has a roundish diamond shaped pommel which is jet black in color. The Vizard smiled softly at the Espada, looking her straight in the eye as the title to the massive power of his bankai was uttered from his lips. "Shitsunehana Saishuu Yoru." The Vizard's lips curled into a grin as he hopped down from the blade of his scythe, swinging the massive weapon onto his shoulder where it rested, looking quite ridiculous in comparison to Yomo's size. "Well babe, you've done it now...You made me go all out. I guess there really is no pleasing you is there? Ah well...I guess it can't be helped." Swinging with uncanny speed considering the size of the weapon, ripping a hole in the sky which imploded quickly sending an arc of the moonlight energy soaring at Gramica. Easily defended against, however after defending against such a blast one would find the Vizard gone without a trace...save for the fact that his impressive reietsu would be right behind the Espada, where another of the energy arcs was soaring towards her from behind. Yomo grinned and laughed, his hollowfied voice echoing around the demolished area of the gardens as he aimed a kick at her back before swinging his scythe with speed impossible for a weapon of it's size, and proceeding to attempt to decapitate the Arrancar.

[Tagz]

During her transformation and taunting, Yomo stayed in place, listening and watching. As soon as she began her assault, he began swatting her blasts like pesky mosquito. He was quite irritating. But then again, at least her new date wasn’t one to die easily. This was a blessing and a curse all rolled in one. Wait… spoke too soon. Every single blast she had shot from her new location connected with its target without problems. She had brought the powerful Vizard to his knees, and was feeling quite satisfied as well. More of his mask began crumbling away into dust and drifted away in the wind. Sooner or later his mask was going to be completely destroyed. This was a good thing. This was a VERY good thing. That troublesome mask was finally going to be gone for good. Not only that, but he sat in a small crater breathing heavily. With a little more force, she’d bring the fool to an earl grave. Yes, the several-hundred-year-old man would reach an early grave, his second. Bah! This was not the time for technicalities, Gramica was close to victory. Her finally attack, Monoreina Cero was sure to finish him off.

"You're a pretty pushy girl Gramica of the Sexy Curves..."

Yes. Yomo’s statement was very much on point. Gramica was indeed a woman who was quite pushy. However, Yomosugara was a man who was quite near death.

"Ban…"

… wait… wha-?

"Kai!"

… shit.

A force field of sorts made from sheer reiatsu halted her strongest blast in its place and detonated it. The reiatsu came barrelling down on the entire environment. Now Gramica was the one in the air, looking down on a cloud of smoke and flames. Her target was concealed, visually. However, everyone and their grandmothers would be able to feel his presence. As interesting a person as he may have been, he lacked subtly. He lacked poise. He lacked Gramica-ness. There would be no stealth in his approach. No wonder he needed an entire dimension to hide in. The man’s reiatsu was blasting through the area, calling unwanted attention. Who knew who’d intervene in their minor quarrel? A Vizard within the Council of the Masked Syndicate (though unknown to Gramica) and an Arrancar classed number five by the Espada were going head to head, blow for blow. How was it that no Shinigami had appeared by now? But with this man reverberating his reiatsu all over the damn place, intervention was almost inevitable.

On top of all that, the man’s new weapon was a giant ass, and I mean GIANT ASS scythe. God damn. There was absolutely no finesse to his abilities at all. Was he planning to simply obliterate one of the quickest Arrancar in existence? Was that possible?

Yomo finally got down from his massive weapon and rested it upon his shoulder. Really? The man looked so ridiculous Gramica simply COULDN’T laugh. No. No she could not. He then swung this confusing weapon with impressive speed and tore through the air once more. The air imploded and sent a white shining arc soaring straight for her. Again… really? Did he actually expect to simply obliterate his opponents with unnatural size and power? That was the simpleton’s form of battle. Gramica, on the other hand, was a refined warrior. She was the essence of a respectable guerrilla. She was the embodiment of a tactful assassin. The two had completely different styles of battle. This made her reminisce on her fight against the Vice Captain of the Second Division. The two were going at it in a theatrical and memorable way. Sadly, she still had a flashy and white arc of sheer destruction slicing through the air, aiming to do whatever it’d do to her. Whether it’d cleave her, incinerate her, or suck her into the odd world it had come out of was still unknown. Regardless, it was in her best interest to stay away from the damn crescents.

Gramica utilized her supernatural level speed and repositioned herself completely out of the way of the blast. She was a good thirty feet away from her old location and simply watched the attack fly off aimlessly. She felt his high reiatsu relocate as well. He was once more behind her. This was some of the benefits of facing an opponent who lacked self-restraint. As soon as she felt him move, she disappeared, using Sonido to the fullest. Gramica watched from the man’s immediate right as the blast flew off aimlessly for the second time. Really, subtly was an attractive quality. It was a shame that Yomo lacked it. Maybe she’d take the liberty to teach him… maybe not.

As soon as she appeared by his right, she slashed her sword and caught… nothing… nothing at all. Gramica swung her sword and it sliced through the air. This ‘sword’ was in actuality a green energy blade emitting from the slit in her wrist that had been firing all the projectiles since her Resurrecctión. Sadly, her opponent dodged it. His speed had increased dramatically since the release of his Bankai, stupid Bankai. He reappeared delivering a powerful kick to her back. A loud ‘CrrrrrrrraaaaahhhKKK’ could be heard coming from her back. Then there was the dangerous scythe coming in to decapitate her. This was certainly not good. She was in a compromising position, as well, it was damn near impossible to work through the incredible pain at that moment. Yet, she did not want to die, go figure. The Espada did her best to position her blade defensively. The immensely large scythe collided with her energy blade. This knocked the girl off into the earth. She crashed into the dirt with a loud thud, kicking an enormous cloud of dust into the air.

Gramica remained in place for quite some time. Her patience was wearing thin. She may just end up slashing her green, glowing blade across his pretty face. The woman slowly rose to her feet, hidden under the veil of the dust cloud. She had taken a sever beating, but now was the time to go on the offensive. Still hidden behind the cloud of dust, a red Cero was shot out. Hidden under the foliage of the surrounding trees, yet another Cero was fired. Hidden within one of the few clouds that dotted the blue sky, one more Cero was fired. From high above the man’s head, Gramica could be seen aiming her left wrist down to the man. From the slit on the wrist, a barrage, far more massive than any previous one, had begun to rain down on the man. What’s worse? As each blast neared its target, it shattered into more blasts. This was the attack known as ‘Espartiro’ – (Scatter Shot) had been used in a mass multitude. Naturally, this took its toll on the woman, however she couldn’t care less. She had just released her Resurrecctión and had a deep reiatsu reservoir to exploit.