Attempt at Top 3 Espada:(Work in progress. Muse 65% functional.)
Rina growled at the figure several meters away, his allegiance clearly apparent by the black robes that he wore. By the look on his face, he was fearless, and prepared for anything.
"Overconfident." She spat, resting her right wrist upon her blade, which was neatly sheathed in its scabbard. "That's going to kill you, because I don't like those beaming with it." The shinigami drew his blade in protest to the words, thrusting it in her direction as if he were actually hitting something.
"Shut thy mouth creature! I knoweth what you be, and have been ordered to destroyeth you!" The shinigami exclaimed, his blade an utter annoyance to the rather bland atmosphere.
"You..." She paused, contemplating an insult that was about to be revealed. A light shake of her head physically determined a denial of the thought. "I'm not going to waste my words on you. Just die, alright?" A static charge immediately followed Rina's words, and she was gone from sight. Within the time frame of a second, she was behind the shinigami. Disappointingly, he had successfully performed a one-hundred eighty degree turned and brought the bulk of his blade up to block her hand. All that came in reply from her was the sound of metal grating against steel. An astonished look shattered the earlier expression of confidence.
"By the grace of Saint George!" He exclaimed. "What
are you?" A British accent now took hold, marking his obvious origins. Almost as annoying as a Nigerian accent, she thought. There was nothing stopping the shinigami from striking again, but he seemed to still be in a daze.
"Cat got your tongue?" She asked, an amused grin carving itself onto her lips. "Or is it just that you're misinformed?" Her hands slithered menacingly over his rather thin wrists, pulling him closer to her. The sword bent downward harmlessly, again creating the atrocious sound of metal against steel.
"L-Leave me alone!" The shinigami shouted, clearly afraid and terrorized by the thought of a second death. Most human beings only wanted to die once. Dying a second time was, at times, a paralyzing thought. They knew the pain.
"Now now, let me have my fun. Since you've been sent along with a complete lack of knowledge, you're going to pay for not asking questions. No protests, it doesn't matter if it's routine." Her filed nails began to dig into his skin, drawing blood from its seemingly delicate outlook. He's not that trained, she thought. Most of the powerful shinigami had some mark or look about them that signified their experience, this one had none. She easily slid behind the male with her grasp still in place, bring her foot upward and forcing him down with a harsh kick of her heel. "Alright, time to get started."
Rina unsheathed her blade with the free hand and brought its menacing black surface to his view, placing the unique curve at the front onto his knee and forcing it downward. The curve slid into his skin and forced a noticeable wince of pain from him. Dissatisfaction grew in her at the reaction, and she forced the blade through his knee. A pleasing crack sounded as the blade cut through the bone, crunching it in the process as well. The shinigami shouted in pain, struggling to break free of her grip.
"N-noo! Don't kill me! Please!" His words became futile as the blade twisted ninety degrees and slid its way to his groin. Terror marked his expression and allowed a fearful shout of defiance. Another may have been made, if not for the swift, and brutish swing of the blade in the awkward position. Its sharpened edge easily cut him in half, allowing the blood to spew in random directions and decorate Rina's appearance. A semi-satisfied grin appeared as she sheathed her blade, releasing her grip on the cold, stiff wrist to left the half of the body fall. At that moment another shinigami appeared, an urgent air about him. The moment he saw what had just transpired, his expression went awry.
"Another one? What're you here for? To relieve this guy and kill me? Hopefully you're more informed that he was." She brought the Kampilan near her crimson lips and held it, allowing her tongue to slither out and run itself along the blood coated surface. She was enjoying these small moments of torture, and the taste of Shinigami blood was exquisite in her mind. Whoever helped create her must have been a real a*****e.
The new shinigami wasted no words and drew his Zanpaktou, holding it in the common samurai stance and hardened his expression into a prepared one. He seemed to know what he was doing, and held experience with the grip. All that he could gain in reply was an arched eyebrow from Rina, and a small chuckle. She licked some more of the blood off the blade before neatly holding it against the ground blade downward. The others lips moved to announce either his shikai or bankai, but the sound of a static charge preceded it.
Rina was now several meters behind him and thrust her blade into the air, working on biding time by skipping around. The confused shinigami stood bewildered at the situation, but finished his announcement, his blade morphing accordingly to the assigned shikai. After several seconds she brought the kampilan down through the air in an audible slash, a menacing cero blast rocketing out of the arc towards its target.
A battle sense seemed to notify the shinigami of the impending danger and he turned slightly to catch a view of the cero, his muscles flexing as he sped out of the way just in time. The blast crashed into the ground and created a crater three times its size. Rina frowned, letting a huff of disapproval escape before turning around to lazily parry a blow. The shinigami had worked his way behind her in false thought of having fooled her with his speed, sneaking up and attempting to land a sneaky blow. All he received was a violent shake from the impact of the two swords, as she had thrust it at his weapon in an attempt to disorient him.
The attempt was a success, and the shinigami fell back a step in order to shake off the momentary handicap. She took advantage of this and thrust the tip of her blade towards his shoulder. Unable to block, he let out a scream of pain as it the blade punctured his left shoulder and tore through it, knocking him off balance. The only thing that kept him from falling to the floor was the strength of the woman holding the blade, and she was lifting him into the air.
"You shinigami are annoying, and pathetic." Rina announced. She was planning on a slow death for this shinigami, and was starting off with having her compressed spiritual pressure slowly leak out into full force. By the expression on his face, although heavily contorted by pain, she could tell he was already feeling it. He still spoke no words.
He didn't need to speak, as another shinigami appeared behind her and shouted out of his idiocy.
"Stop, Espada! Put him down!" She turned to look at the newcomer, and was surprised to see that he had already activated his bankai before even coming into view.
'Looks like someone was well-informed.' She thought, turning the rested of her body and holding the weaker shinigami in the air.
"You really want me to?" Rina asked, giving no time for an answer and holding her blade back a bit more. Her arm lurched forward and tossed the blade, and its victim towards the apparently stronger shinigami appeared. The victim easily slid off of the blade from the force of the throw, flying helplessly into the newcomer, seemingly paralyzed by pain. Just as the two hit the ground with a satisfying thud, a warning twinged in her mind. It was her pesquisa which had refused to function properly before, telling of another opponent coming. "Even more? How exciting!"
She was going to milk all the fun out of the situation as possible, and let a few seconds pass before actually moving. In that time frame, the two which had made themselves clear already had recovered and were in the stance to attack, the third in view now, and charging full speed towards her. 'This is going to be fun.' She licked her blood coated lips and focused on the three, in turn focusing her spiritual pressure.. It slowly began to harden into what became a bullet, and shot off in the direction of the three shinigami. One for each was all that she felt was needed.
All three of them dodged the bullets, the first two within a hair's width, and the third by a mile. 'That's alright.' She began to think to herself. 'That was just a preliminary.' Each of them stopped in turn after dodging their assigned bullet, and foolishly awaited for the Espada to move again. It would prove to be their undoing.
"Let's get this
torture, started." She announced, her blade beginning to melt away and crawl onto her palm, up her arm, and about the rest of her body. The shinigami were astonished by this change, and were beginning to fear the worse as the blade covered her as a whole, barbs and hooks begin to protrude from it. The astonished look changed to horror as she let a devilish grin appear. "Now, who wants to be first?"
( To be continued. I'm having some fun with this. :3 )
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