XXXAcri stretches out her hand, the swirling orb of energy in her palm firing off several times. It appeared that she had picked up on the technique rather easily, having observed Raion. "Hmm. I think I understand how it flows now.." She said aloud, a contemplative look ghosting across her face.
If she noticed the other presence nearby, she didn't appear to acknowledge the second hollow. Kyo had remained beneath her radar, perhaps due to their natural camouflage in the white sands of Hueco Mundo. Regardless, Acri continued to fire bala indiscriminately as she perfected the technique, several of the round orbs of vaporizing energy creating geysers of sand near their hiding spot.
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Sir_Viliulfo
ReilatheRedQueen
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2020 12:57 pm
Raion Yagi Suneku
Reiatsu 65 | Speed 10 | Strength 15 | Defense 10 | Stamina 10 | Intelligence 10 | Spiritual Power 10 Raion is surprised and intrigued by how quickly the mortal catches onto the hollow technique. He grins inwardly, but doesn’t let it show on his face. That they can catch on so quickly and do it so easily makes this much more interesting. He can’t wait to see what they want to do with what they are learning. “Very good, that is exactly it. Another important one is to be able to travel between here and other dimensions, but seeing as you got here I don’t think you actually need it. But the other abilities need living people for them, so I don’t know how to practice them here.” Even figuring she didn’t need it, he still shows an example Garganta, opening it by slashing a claw slowly and then closing it afterwards.
Health 100/100 | Spirit Energy 40/40 | Clarity 10 | Movement Speed 10
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The slow and meticulous crunching and breaking sound of bone and mask alike. The slosh of blood, splatter of bile and body liquid against the ground. The sudden in pain roar of death, as another Hollow loses the remainder of it's life and soul somewhere within the sandy dunes of the Hollow's world. Another sickening crack would pierce the air as an amorphous bloody flesh toned tendril would come thrusting out of the standard black and white body of a lowly Hollow that had apparently been making it's way of escape. The gooey tendril itself folding and wrapping around the entire body, as it slowly drags it backwards and into the wide opening maw of the large beastly creature that had cast such an attack towards it. The white sand around this almost eight foot monstrosity was almost seemingly painted red in the blood of those that had fallen into this trap already. The disgusting mass of flesh and claw would slowly begin to bite and crunch down on the Hollow it had captured. Blood squirting and limb crushing under the multitude of jagged teeth that were ripping into flesh. Several independently functional eyes switching this way and that, keeping a close eye on the slow rolling white sand that was around it. The Hollow this fiendish creature devoured would make one last yelp of pain, as duel sickle like tendrils would emerge from the sides of the flesh mounds body, and dice directly into the mask that the now deceased Hollow wore. Slicing it cleanly, and immediately ending the life of the meal that had been captured. As the last few morsels of Hollow were finishing entering the monstrous body, the flesh mound itself would slowly begin to rotate and move. Tendrils of it's own body launching itself outwards and long piercing blades implanting themselves into the ground as the entire body slowly shifts back and forth almost like jello. Being dragged forward with every implanted spike into the ground pulling it a few feet at a time. This creature was not moving fast, although it was possible that it could certainly have a faster rate of speed should it need to. It gradually began to make it's way across the endless sands of Hueco Mundo as it's multiple eyes glance this way and that, overlooking the area almost as if it was looking for more prey to feast upon. "We.. Need more.. Yes.. More feast.. Yes.. Find.." A sickening gurgling sound emitted by the mass itself, the mouths moving in unison as the eyes continue to almost frantically glance around the area that it is traveling in. The voice itself resembled nothing close to human, almost as if it was multiple singular vocal chords being manipulated in unison in such a way as to emulate the speech patterns that the original owners of the voices would have. The horrific creature slowly continues it's way forwards through the endless sands, since nothing else was appearing around it anymore. It's body slowly began to shift and modify as the blades, spikes, teeth, and other extra tendrils appear to modify themselves back into the almost eight foot tall mass itself. "Mirrikh.. Find food..." It would say out loud, a singular voice appearing to take a firming standing in the tone, before it would continue with a secondary voice taking the more prominent front. "Yes. Find more.. Weak creatures.. Eat." The entire mass of the blob like creature appears to momentarily shiver as it's motion stops mid pull from the spiked tendril that was dug into the ground a few feet away. "We need more. Power. Food. Must find." It's strange voice continues, bouncing back and forth between the different inhuman tones that it held as if it were several different creatures all speaking to each other from the same central core. A strange feeling in the air would slowly begin to draw the attention of each eye that Mirrikh had sprouting off in multiple directions. After a few minutes several eyes were all looking towards his right, towards a strange aura of some figure that appeared to be ripping it's way into Hueco Mundo itself. If he had a face, this flesh mound would have a grin stretching from ear to ear. Instead, a small amount of saliva would drip from one of it's currently existing mouths as it released the spike in the ground and turned itself completely to the side. Beginning to pick up speed as it would head straight for the odd aura of the figure that has appeared to spawn here. As the large mass of flesh neared the location, it's eyes fell upon a humanoid figure dressed in ragged black clothes. A katana held in one hand, as they dropped to one knee and screamed in either pain or rage, Mirrikh was not one to know which one was which at this time. Before the figure could really react to this oncoming devil of a blob. A single tendril of flesh along with a long sickle like blade would come sweeping out from the side and attempt to dice the humanoid in two. Of course as the attack by Mirrikh came close, the figure appeared to react at the last moment. Raising the katana in their hand and placing it between the oncoming strike and their own body. A ring of metal on bone would radiate the area, as the humanoid would be pushed backwards from the unexpected force of the attack. All the while, Mirrikh would use his other tendrils to pull himself further forward towards the new target themselves. "Smells like.. Hollow? We must... Feast!" He would yell out into the air with it's morbid multiple toned voice, as that same tendril that had struck out earlier would begin to lash out again. Each strike towards the humanoid would be met with a katana slash of it's own. The humanoid figure pivoting and ducking under other attacks as well in order to free up their blade, as they immediately slash forwards towards the base of Mirrikh's tentacle. The blade of the katana cutting cleanly through flesh as the arm itself splatters both onto the ground and onto the humanoid that had cut it. A gurgling sound would be heard from Mirrikh as it recoiled from the attack that had damaged him. It's multiple eyes narrowing onto the figure as a second tendril begins to form itself and then thrust outwards towards the figure. With a swift parry, the humanoid swats the trusting spike and flesh tendril to the side and then comes running forwards towards Mirrikh's main body. Of course, Mirrikh was ready for such a tactic from a swordsmen or anyone that was a physical themed fighter. His entire body suddenly sprouted spikes and blades as a single maw of jagged teeth opens up in the middle of his body. The humanoid's eyes opening wide as they attempt to slow their sprint, only for the tendril that they had deflected to curve around them and attempt to knock them forwards and into the maw that Mirrikh had created. His multiple eyes gleaming at the potential meal he was about to consume. Just as he was about to fully draw the humanoid in, a strange surge of reiatsu came from the humanoid. Their blade glowing and appearing to change shape as their suddenly bound up and over his eight foot mass. The sudden change in movement brought on from the polearm they were now holding instead of a katana. Mirrikh lets out a low growl as multiple tendrils snake off of the back side of his body, counting five in total, each one launches a quick burst of energy. A skill known as a Bala was being used. The weak blasts of energy all cascade into the unexpected humanoid but despite dealing damage, did not appear to deal enough to actually fully harm them in any way. Of course this was not the intention, Mirrikh knew that attacks like this were not what he was good at using, instead it lead him up to lash out with two more sickle like blades at the ends of tendrils. The first being deflected by the staff of the polearm, the second sinking right into the back shoulder of the humanoid. With the successful attack, the humanoid would be sent flying to the side. Allowing for Mirrikh to gain the upper hand that he was looking for. His multiple eyes all remaining locked on, as his entire body shifts and a full on claw like hand of flesh rockets outwards reaching to grab onto the humanoid. Though they were able to react by bringing their polearm between themselves and the giant mass of flesh and bone. They were still grappled by the claw itself. As the claw touched their body, the strange acidic properties that some Hollows were able to produce would come into effect. The humanoid screaming out in pain as their own flesh would begin to burn and melt to a degree as the claw like hand would squeeze tighter on their body. With an oddly extended yell, the humanoid's body convulses and a new strange power begins to overwhelm them. Something akin to a hollow's power it would appear. A mask similar to that of a Hollow forming itself over their facial features as their strength is suddenly magnified and they use brute force to push the claw open and leap away. Their body smoking from the acidic properties that had been holding onto them, as they assume an almost feral position across from Mirrikh with sheer power emulating from their body. Mirrikh begins to move forwards towards the humanoid beast that he was in combat with, and within seconds the humanoid was upon him. Twirling the polearm and slashing at his body with multiple strikes before he could fully defend against them. This opponent seemed to only be getting stronger as the fight went on? Mirrikh's gaze snaps onto the opponent the moment they come in for another strike a sharp glare emitting from his gaze as they slow momentarily as if stunned by the sinister look in his numerous eyes. With this momentary stutter, Mirrikh launches his next attack. Several tendrils converging together into a large maw of jagged teeth that attempt to crunch down on the humanoid's body whole. Of course with such a weapon like a polearm, the opponent uses the staff to prevent the maw from clamping down. Yet with the now loss of the weapon they were using, the humanoid simply released the staff entirely and leapt passed it, heading straight for Mirrikh's main body instead. The humanoid's whole body taking more and more of a Hollow like appearance instead of the human one that they had been using earlier. As if they were slowly losing themselves to whatever Hollow like power that they had developed before this. Their hands shifting into claws as they begin to strike out at Mirrikh's body over and over again. Ripping and tearing at his flesh as chunks pop off and land on the ground all around them both. Mirrikh would grin at this very moment if he could, his body shivering under the onslaught as each chunk of flesh suddenly sprouts a single tendril out of it's surface. Elongating and forming a single long scythe like blade before they would all lash out and impale into the body of the beastly humanoid at the same time. The maw he had stretched out earlier, finally clamping down at the same moment to destroy the weapon that was locked between the jagged teeth within. Mirrikh's whole body would then open up at the middle, a singular pale white mask peaking out from within as the whole body then moves forwards and surrounds the humanoid, crunching down on them immediately with only a loud crunch and the splash of blood across the white sand to prove that they had been there. His evolution soon began.
Yūwaku wanders the sands, bored out of her wits. The nekomata is currently in her most cat like form with her flame ringed tails twitching in agitation as she looks for more prey. This will not do. Nary an edible soul in miles. The huecan desert is deprived of anything really all that interesting, either. As she walks along, there is a scent on the air of other hollows. This should be interesting. As she walks through, there is a flesh blob thing with eyes and mouths all over. Interesting, but while she likes monsters and disasters, she is not completely daffy and will wait out to see what he is going to be like. She stretches up and begins to scratch great deep scars into a rock pillar as she treats it like an over sized scratching post. As she continues to stretch upwards, the oversized monster cat takes on a more humanoid form. "Streeeeeeetch~!" she says as she cracks the joints in her spinal column. Very nice. Well, things might be quiet, except for the blob thing, it is pretty dull around here. That said, he might make for a tasty snack at some point. For now, she decides that the creature probably has no real value as a meal at this point. Claws still extended into the pillar, she draws them down and causes it to crumble away. Quite satisfying. She examines her claws to see if they have received any damage and the answer is a satisfying no. They are perfectly healthy. It really pays to be a nekomata sometimes. Every once and a while in quiet moments like this, she muses about her past. How things were different in the Beast Realm. How after fleeing there she wanted a fresh start and picked here of all places. Occasionally, she even begins to think about the family that she used to have there. How that man had arrived and slaughtered her clan. No, to be fair, she recognized him as a distant relative. No, she may play dumb at times, but she was all too aware of the sense that she had gotten from him. His presence had been overlooked by her at the time, because she had her own issues with her mate and her kitten. Not that she gave the kitten much thought these days. No, things were fine until the others attacked. She had no interest in him. Nor had she any desire to listen to what he had to say and so she had left to go treat injuries inflicted by her mate earlier that day. The men could handle things. 'Stay out of the way,' Goteku had said. 'You only get in the way as usual,' the great beast had snarled. So, she had left, but had not taken the kitten with her. It was leave now, or face wrath. There was no in between. No opportunity to pass him and grab the writhing mass that the child had become after Goteku had beaten her senseless. 'Sorry, kid,' she had said, 'You're on your own. Just stay down.' That was the most motherly she had managed to be with her and quite possibly the most motherly she had been permitted to be. Not that she would have been some great paragon of virtue and saintliness with her offspring. As she had walked away, she could hear an argument break out. Something about 'What kind of monster attacks their own child?' followed by the inevitably intelligent rebuttal of 'Mind your own damn business' that Goteku was so well known for. She had hurried her pace and stayed out of sight. The sounds of fighting and the scent of death had filled the area. She could smell it from the small den that she had hidden inside. The badger beast man took great exception at first, but she dispatched him quickly. She wasn't about to let herself have to double her injuries. In the present she sighs as she wanders through. No man would hurt her again. They will die for their efforts. She wanders off away from Mirrikh's line of sight. 'Men: the source of all pain and misery,' she thinks with disgust. 'It will take one hell of a man to convince me otherwise.' Her eyes narrow as she sees another hollow cross her view. Male by the stink of him. Extending her claws she takes out every last ounce of her pent up rage upon him. Angry claw slashes are the last thing he sees as she rends him apart with great prejudice. She continues walking on, licking the blood from her claws. This was the last of his being, having had swallowed the shreds as she made them.
Yūwaku saunters over towards a group of congregating hollows. "Listen up, you twits. Do as I say and you will live. Resist me and die." She stands there with an intimidating expression on her face. A glint of steel in her eyes. One hollow stands up from what he was kneeling over (the remains of another hollow the pack had killed) and sneers at her, "Oh ye-" before he can finish the sentence her claws rend him into ribbons. "Next," she says flatly to the remaining three. "Aaaa ..." they quail at the female nekomata. For now her mask hides the look of disgust she has for their cowardly reactions. "Well, if none of you are going to oppose me, then obey me." She waits with malignant patience. One by one, each kneels before her. "Very well. Swear to your new clan leader. I, Yūwaku Hinote, command it." The three of them cry in unison, "We swear it!" She frowns as she walks in front of them. "Show some courage! I will seal you in fire and you will rise with your own houses. I, your daimyo, will lead you to victory!" The eye holes of her mask reveal intimidating eyes. 'Yes, I will mold these idiots into something useful. For now, they will do. However, there will be need of those with that special spark like my clan,' she muses to herself. "Listen up! We will become more than hollows. We will be Ayakashi! Become the youkai of legend. This generation has become weak. It needs to be reminded what it is like to fight living weapons. I will forge you into something greater than you were before. STOP COWERING! Stand strong and we will take on the whole damn place if we have to in order to achieve our goal." Upon being told to stop cowering, they freeze and straighten up, afraid to disobey this woman. One, having gotten an idea of how to act by pulling up an old memory. "Oyakata-sama, what is our goal?" Her twin tails stop swaying and snap straight, as if she were using it instead of a fan to indicate direction and commands. "Our goal is to become powerful. As simple as that. From there we will adapt to the next stage. Before you ask, that next stage will be announced when the time comes. From here on out, you must abide by my orders without question. You got that?!" In unison they shout, "Yes, Oyakata-sama!"
Despite the excessive murder and such that he had committed around him, Mirrikh's entire body began to take on a new change of it's own. Despite it being something of a similar style as he was composed of before. His entire body shifting and morphing slightly as the flesh and blood covered form began to solidify to a minor degree, almost like it was taking a more flesh like tone rather then the gooey mass that he had been before hand. With the weird skin like membrane forming itself over his body, the majority of the tendrils, claws, and eyes slowly evaporating and merging into his strange form. Momentarily, the entire form that his body was made of slowly shrank in on itself and wiggled upwards resembling that of a slime based life form. The eyes that normally moved on their own tendrils shifting and blinking open under the mucus like skin membrane. Of course this transformation he was going through was not going to be his permanent appearance, but simply a temporary one until he could evolve further in the future. With his body expanding horizontally for a moment, a second lump of form slowly began to rise upwards beside his main one, as eyes snapped into place towards the top, all spinning in their lack of sockets and locking onto the first portion's form. "Why are we like this?" The second form that had seemed to create itself asks in a monotone voice that was very different from the normal mix and matched version that was Mirrikh's normal voice. Slowly as the second form stood there, it's face gradually began to turn white as if it was being covered by a mask, yet the mask was very similar to the mask that had been donned by the strange soul reaper that had been killed a few moments before. The main body slowly began to form it's own eyes from within the slime like mold of it's frame as the multiple eyes that it had slowly looked over the second form. "Because.. This is how we are. Welcome. New portion. To the true form that you were seeking.." Speaks the original form, in it's multi-voiced sound as tendrils and spikes slowly expand from it's form, cascading forwards and into the second form in an instant, and then slowly drawing the entire secondary body into the main body. "We are one, now. So you do not need to ask questions any longer. Please, feel free to form yourself the way you wish. Yet only within the mind, not the body. The true mind has the final say of our evolution and it's final forms." He says, the voice of the second converging with the voices of the main body as the secondary form is completely consumed back into the second. With this Mirrikh slowly begins moving forwards once again. The eyes within it's body pushing outwards on their own tendrils in order to give itself it's own vision around it once again. Immediately coming to notice the corpses of dead Hollows that was not that far of a distance away from it. "It seems to have been.. Watching.. But it's gone now, taking potential meals with it.. Shame." He says, as he slowly begins to produce the spiked arms to which it uses to drag itself forwards at a faster rate. It's eyes snapping around it as it begins to move across the sands of this place once again, keeping an eye out for whatever Hollow had been nearby during it's last battle and immediate transformation. It was a shame that that kill was the one to allow it to evolve. Otherwise it could have had some more fun facing whatever it was that was watching it up until recently. Mirrikh gradually made his way across the sandy world that he lived in, his gaze looking around for more prey that he could devour in order to grow stronger. Eventually a small horde of lesser Hollow coming across his sight lines as a sharply fanged mouth forms across the front of his features and then slowly curves into what could only resemble a wicked smile. "Finally.. Something fresh.." He says, before lunging himself forwards and towards the group of sixteen Hollows that were ahead of him. With the sudden mass plunging itself right down within the group, a single tentacle of spikes lashes out and wraps itself around one of the closest Hollows to it's side. Folding and curling around the Hollows body and holding it in place while allowing the spikes to sink into it's flesh instead of the normal suction cups. The multiple eyes blinking open on the entirety of Mirrikh's mass as they blink open and look around at each of the fifteen other Hollows that were moving in this small group. They ranged in form and function, but at the same time seemed similar in one sense or another. That same grin only widens on Mirrikh's face as twin tendrils with scythe like blades form up in front of him, and then shoot forwards to clash into the next closest Hollow that had just begun to react to his presence. The remainder of the fourteen Hollows slowly spacing themselves out and beginning to circle around the odd slime like mass that had appeared before them. With the scythe like blades slashing and dicing at the hollow he was in combat with, the original one that he had captured was slowly being dragged inwards towards the main mass even while it struggled and fought to pull itself away, only to have the tendril itself tighten and squeeze around it. Mirrikh was well prepared for the others that were still circling, but he planned to at least open up some of his mental processing before they jumped in. He could very well be killed by this large number of combatants. Yet that was half the fun, wasn't it? The slashing and dicing scythe limbs would gradually begin to connect their blades into the flesh of the Hollow it was fighting until one of them jammed through it's limb, defense, and right into the mask on it's face. A soft crunch followed by a cracking noise as the mask itself snapped in two, and the hollow it was once placed upon screams in pain and terror, before it's body falls limp, and the tendrils that were fighting it slowly dissolve the scythe blades and begin to form teeth across the limbs, before they formed themselves together into a single maw and then immediately chomped down on the defeated Hollow that had been just killed. With that one being devoured, and the one wrapped in a spiked tendril would reach the point that it could form itself into jaws as well. Crunching and chewing on the body of the hollow until it's final breathe was also the last crunch. The body being devoured like the one before it and absorbed into the body itself. A sickening multi-toned laugh would begin to rumble from the entire body Mirrikh possessed as those jaws sank back into his body and then two new tendrils with scythe like blades shot out in either direction. slashing and attacking four of the closest Hollows Each one reacting in about the same way. Their bodies bounding backwards and their claws emerging in order to defend themselves from the attacks. Since it was only one blade each, the defenders would find it to be much easier to deal with. So much that they even managed to counter attack once and a while, although they never really managed to reach the main mass of Mirrikh's form. That same laughter continued to emerge from his body, as four more Hollows that he wasn't currently fighting off would leap in and strike at him from each side. Sending chunks of his flesh and sending some of them splattering onto their bodies, and others splashing onto the ground. The laughter he was emitting from his body would amplify further as the chunks of flesh that had been lost would slowly spring forth and stab into the closest Hollows that were near the masses locations. Slashing immediately with each of his available weapons, Mirrikh would begin to whittle down the Hollows that were around him. Between the four he was fighting, his tendril masses would be attacking both those he fought himself, and the Hollows that were around them. Causing one of the four to soon collapse as a blade sank right through it's lower jaw and out the front of the mask on it's face. A horrifying scream came from the body as it soon dropped to the ground dead. Due to the other Hollows he was fighting, Mirrikh did not have the time to move forwards and devour this kill, instead he immediately focused on the next closest Hollow. With three down, he was slowly beginning to gain the advantage, even though he was taking a lot of damage from the in and out strikes of the Hollows he wasn't facing. Mirrikh adjusted his attention for a moment as he centered all of his tendrils into one area, their scythe like blades thrusting forwards and plunging through one of the Hollow's defenses and shattering it's mask in a moments notice. On top of this, he weaved the limbs around to the side, their blades coming together into one large horizontal spike as he crashes it into the chest of another Hollow that was circling for the next attack as well. The spike crunching into it's chest causing it to yelp, before separating and completely scattering it's body into several different directions with a sudden explosive splash of blood and guts. With the excessive gore, the other fighting Hollows rebounded momentarily out of shock. Mirrikh turned slightly in his position, as the tendrils he was manipulating around him would shift and strike outwards impaling into the torso of one of the Hollows nearby. Immediately sinking into it's flesh and then snagging as if the blades themselves had barbs upon them. Perhaps now they had? Mirrikh turned his attention onto the chained down Hollow as a single tendril launched itself forwards and struck right into it's masked face before retracting back into the main body. The Hollow did not even have time to release a sound, as it fell sideways and onto the ground, dead. At this point, with five of the sixteen Hollows dead, Mirrikh's advantage was growing rapidly. Most of the Hollows he was fighting had been injured or almost killed outright at this point, and with two of them being forced away as they fought against tendrils attached to their own bodies, Mirrikh was well prepared to begin to end this conflict all together. He turned his attention to the two Hollows that were fighting with themselves, mostly, and launched his own attacks towards them. Several scythe like blades slashing and sinking into their flesh before rending their heads straight from their bodies, as the tendril masses sink their own blades into the skulls that were launched into the air. Nine left now, and they were already beginning to back away from him. Mirrikh wouldn't allow that, as he shot out two tendrils with spikes on their ends towards the group, both spikes sinking into the ground and then pulling his entire mass forwards towards the group themselves. His entire body shifting and beginning to change into a rotating maw, as he drops down onto two of the wounded Hollows with a sudden grinding noise coming from his body accompanied by two screams of the hollows within. Though his body had expanded a bit, it would slowly begin to contract into itself and crush the hollows within. While this happens, Mirrikh's multiple eyes snap towards the next closest Hollow from where he landed, three scythe like blades emerging from his body and then snaking outwards towards the Hollow that was almost completely frozen in place. Before it even knew what was happening, it had been carved into four individual pieces that all plop onto the ground within seconds. There weren't that many left now, he had successfully killed over half of them. Mirrikh's body shifts in form, as he swerves the tendrils around and crashes them into the body of the Hollow directly beside the one he had just killed. The other Hollows snapping out of their stunned existence as they all leap forwards and begin attacking him all at once. Though he was certainly taking a good deal of damage, he was also prepared for this. Multiple spike like bones shooting out of his body and impaling into the attacking Hollows all at once. The spikes he had produced had successfully stabbed into the bodies of three of the Hollows. He immediately lunges new blades outwards into the impaled Hollows and stabs into their masks, the three being killed in an instant as a flurry of tendrils are lashed about around his body. Mirrikh moves himself in a circle slowly as he gives himself time to devour these three that he had just killed he thrusts the attacking Hollow he was fighting immediately cuts into it with the four scythe like blades he was fighting with. Two left, and both of them were injured and already attempting to get away. Mirrikh immediately throws his four tendrils forwards and shifts the blades into spikes as crash into the ground near by. Immediately pulling him forwards towards the second to last one, and bringing him forward towards the Hollow. As soon as he was within range, Mirrikh slash out with multiple tendrils towards the closest and the other that was attempting to get away. A single tendril with spikes running down it's base wraps around the back legs of the fleeing Hollow, while the scythe like blades sink right into the back of the closer fleeing Hollow, severing it at it's spine and causing it to scream out in agony. Mirrikh who was in mid air, crashes right down onto the body and completely covers it, while the other one begins to pulled towards it. At this point the sheer fear of the encounter had fully begun to set in, and the Hollow itself could not even begin to fight back at all. It was soon killed and devoured like all the rest. As soon as the last one had been devoured, he begins to casually mop up the rest of the corpses and regather the pieces of himself that had been lost during the fight. Mirrikh chuckling once again as he devoured his new meals, he did not need to stay at this place any longer, he was clearly strong enough to move forwards. It was time for him to leave and head to a new location, and find new challenges for him to conquer. Mirrikh gradually begins to head forwards and away from the area of his most recent kills the wounds he had gathered, almost nonexistant.
Thaddeus had lived a quiet life deep in the menos forest for many long years. Minding his own business regardless of what was going in the rest of Hueco Mundo. He was fine as long as he was left alone. Even though their were many stronger hollows that lived near him he never worried about them. He lived up high in the petrified trees while they all lived on the ground. The tiny tree frog did not know are care if their was a ruler of Hueco Mundo or even who they were. He was just happy to be on his own. One day while out on a hunt the forest where he lived was destroyed by a pair of arrancar or were they vasto lorde. Well whatever it did not really matter. Thaddeus continues to hop along the path made by larger hollows who had come this way before him. There was a time when Thaddeus had been much stronger. But years of slumber had weakened him. And he was not entirely certain but he could have sworn that at one time he was much larger. Not that he minded being tiny. Their has been many a meal where enemies had thought him weak and unthreatening because of his tiny size. "Ribbit" He says jumping off the path and hiding as a pair of larger hollows race down the path. The tiny frog watches as the pair of horse hollows disappear in the distance. Then returns to the path and continues on his way. Thaddeus was looking for a new home but decided to stop and train some. After all their was no harm in training a little. Well maybe he should train a lot and rebuild his strength. But that could take a while. Thad stopped and tried to remember how strong he used to be. Then shrugged and continued on his way. "Ribbit" As he rounded a bend in his path he thought about is frog and toad armies. They used to number in the millions and were feared by many. Well maybe not feared but they would annoy people to death. Really only tiny bug hollows and anything else they could eat feared them. Though with millions they had taken down much larger prey. The tiny frog sighs with longing for past. Maybe some day he can rebuild what he once had. Yes he would rebuild and would be stronger than before "Ribbit!" he says excitedly as he hops across the vast desert. Soon he reaches a tall petrified tree and decides to climb it for a short rest. While resting in the tree the tiny treefrog tries to remember one of the skills that he used to know. After thinking on it a while he finally remembers one he and many of his army used to use when they could not actually eat their prey in one sitting. It was Gonzui and could be used on multiple targets in a sixty meter radius. It was one of his favorites to use when pretending to be someone's pet. "Ribbit" Their was a thought he could go back to Earth and go into a pet shop then into someone's home. Or a park where he could feed off of the many people who visit the park. Or let someone take him home to be their 'pet'. It was a stunt he had pulled many times in the past. Only draw back to that technique that he could remember was that it did not work on Hollows or Shinigami or even the people who were stronger than he was. "Ribbit" Thaddeus was a little disappointed that he could not practice the skill here to see if he was remembering it right. "Ribbit ribbit""Oh well I will just have to wait till I go to Earth. I can probably start amassing my armies again while I am there.' After a few more minutes and after making sure that their were no hungry larger hollows nearby Thaddeus climbs out of the tree and back to the ground then continues to hop down the path. He almost wishes that their was a larger Hollow that he could trick into or convince to carrying him. But other than the two horse hollows that had raced by earlier Thad had not seen anyone. Thaddeus soon came across a split in the path and sat there awhile contemplating his options. The decides that it does not matter in the end and starts hopping down the left path. This path was smaller than the right one. Maybe that was why Thad picked it. It was not long however that the treefrog came across the creature that was making the path. Thaddeus freezes a second upon seeing the worm that had yet to see him. Luckily it was also tiny and Thad spits his tongue at the worms head and slurps it up like a thick spaghetti noodle well thick for such a tiny frog. Thaddeus then quickly hides to let his meal digest some. While hiding in a cluster of rocks and waiting for his big meal to digest he decides to focus on remembering another of his old skills. This one was a simple, weak offensive technique used by firing reishi through a finger like a bullet. Bala had a sixty foot range which was not to bad. It also reminded him slightly of another old skill but he was unable to recall which skill that was at the moment. But that was alright he would just have to remember it later was all. Once his meal was digested enough Thad moves on. He was not seeing many of the trees that lived? in Muchos and wondered if he should move on to another area. This after all was not turning out to be a good spot to find a home. He had almost forgotten that this was why he was in the area in the first place. Oh well there were still plenty of areas that he could go and explore. First however he had to get out of Muchos. Which was turning out to be bigger than he remembered. "Ribbit""I could really use a ride." Unfortunately their was not a single ride in sight. The tiny hollow sighs and keeps moving across the sands. As he sought a new home and it seemed old memories. The thoughts of Earth bring back another memory. You could not just hop up to some door in Hueco Mundo to leave for Earth or the Soul Society for that matter you had to rip open a hole between Hueco Mundo and another spiritual dimension. Thaddeus was tempted to do so now. But wanted to find a new home first. Then he could go to Earth to feed or start hunting down more frogs and toads for his army. Did he have toads in the past? This causes the little frog to stop in thought. Then he decided if he did not have toads in his army in the past he would in the future. After a minute or two Thaddeus continues on his way. "Ribbit" His army would not try to concur Hueco Mundo they would mostly just try to protect their own territory. If their was a ruler of this realm maybe they would let Thaddeus become one of their generals. That thought provokes a laugh from the frog as he hops on his way.
Thaddeus had been traveling for a while now through Muchos the training ground for hollows. And he could not wait to get out of there but he had a little further to go. Well a few miles anyway. He kept going eventually he would get out and find a better place to find a home. Well he had remembered Garganta he could always go to Earth but was just not quite ready yet. Thinking of Garganta and his minions who he was starting to miss brought back the memory of another hollow skill. This one was Negacion and pretty much was just used to send an ally to Hueco Mundo. Thaddeus felt some sorrow and anger as he thought about the last time it was used. One of his minions had casted Negacion on him while his army was being destroyed. Thad did not even know if any of his comrades had survived. He himself had almost died. Which was a major reason he had slept for so long. If there were any survivors it was unlikely that he would ever find them. Thaddeus turns down another split in the path as he continues on his way. After a bit the tiny hollow starts to wish again for some company. But there did not seem to be anyone around. Their was one other skill that wormed its way back into Thad's memory. This one involved touching or grabbing a human and burning them. Acidic Touch was not so bad he thought but he had better skills if he could just remember them. Maybe he could remember them on Earth. Thaddeus stops then rips open a portal to Earth. He knew he could find many things that he wanted or needed there. So he made a quick plan at least for now he would find someone or thing to eat then he would find somewhere to live and start rebuilding his army. And maybe even seek out this ruler that he had heard about recently. He jumps through the Garganta and was gone from Heuco Mundo.
XXXThe sounds of chains breaking, steel stretching to its absolute limit and snapping, cracked the air. Fangs gnashed violently as blood ruptured outwards from exposed incisors. Muscles strained. The smell of copper and sweat filled the air and lingered on the tongue. The sands of Hueco Mundo were stained red. The sky fractured as ancient oaths were broken. Someone had torn the ancient locks, snapped open the dwarven chains, and released a very old (albeit weakened) beast upon the sands. With the last chain torn asunder, a bolt of white snapped across the sky; The sound of thunder punctuated the final seal broken. Vanargand was free. Weakened. A shadow of their former selves, but free.
The taste of flesh and iron filled their throat as they slaked their hunger on the sinew of a denizen of Hueco Mundo. The acrid meat slid down Vanargand's throat like tar, burning as it fell into her bottomless stomach. The unfortunate hollow cried out in pain as it was eaten alive, black tears streaming down from the sockets of its mask as she dove back in for a second bite. She would endure the acidic nature of their cruor, if it meant filling her. It had been centuries since her last meal. Now she had an appetite to match. "..Be quiet." She growled, blood bubbling in her throat as she ripped the hollow's mask from its face.
Vanargand stood from what remained of the carcass. Bones and a dark stain were what now coated the white sands, all that was left of a damned soul. She took her bare arm and wiped it across her darkened lips. She removed the excess, the globules of gore, that still clung to her chin in the process. A rumbling sigh escaped her nostrils as she turned her head to a structure in the distance. Tall white towers surrounding a rotunda, the only landmark in this vast desert besides the glowing moon that hung low on the dark horizon. Where was her child? The one who chased the orb across the sky. Soon, Vanargand would have to find her pups and devour the gods.
There were no gods here though. Just devils and shades. This was one step from Hel and none were beholden to the divine here. It suited her. Away from the All-Father's gaze, she could eat and grow. Though she needed to be cautious of others like her, a wolf was used to competition. Assemble a pack, her instincts told her. She was still injured by the betrayer, her friend; Sacrificing his arm was not good enough, she would have his heart by the end. The scars were still fresh on her skin and in her mind, despite the centuries of imprisonment. The gods. The mortals. The masses. They would all suffer for the transgressions brought upon her flesh and blood, upon herself and her kin. The punishment they deemed fit to dole on her simply because of fate foretold would be dealt a hundred-fold upon every man, woman, and child.
First she would need a means of egress from this damned place. Though she knew not how she got here. Vanargand supped again upon a lowly beast, its flesh not nearly as a unpalatable than the first. This one, smaller, did not suffer as long. When her fangs first pierced the vertebra of its neck, long canines sinking into the arteries of the throat, it almost immediately died. It was a satisfying feeling, to feel bones pop between her jaws. To have a creature's life blood slake her thirst as its flesh satisfied her hunger. Eventually her jaws would stretch from the earth to the heavens and all would be devoured by her unending hunger. Until then, she would satisfy herself on the unwanted and unforgiven.
How many had she eaten? She had lost count in the intervening. A dozen? A hundred? The question would remain unanswered as she drove her fangs deep into the skull of another. The only way to gain power here was to eat others of your kind. Cannibalism, yes. Barbaric some might call it. She preferred to believe that it was weeding out the week for final battle. The end times were coming and the weak would only be offal, destroyed in the first clash of gods and monsters. Useless, save for their sacrifice to those stronger than themselves.
Time was not measured here, she realized. The moon did not move. The only sense of distance was from the structures near the center of the desert and they were vast, hardly changing in size upon the horizon as she moved closer or farther away. The only scent that filled the air was of night, viscera, and sand. This, in essence, was a sort of purgatory. But it was perfect for her. She could hunt endlessly. It was Valhalla in everything but the hall of men feasting and fighting endlessly in preparation for Ragnarok. Was this truly a punishment? She knew of many a damned soul that would see this as a sort of paradise in death. Regardless, she trudged on; She left a wake of death in the sands behind her. Half-consumed corpses and broken masks that only added to the white sands.
Her strength was returning. Very slowly. It was not as endless as it was upon her birth. Though her vigor was returning, the process was too slow for her liking. The time for patience had come and past, the chains that had held her having rubbed raw at her for far too long. The frustration was endless. Had she never fallen for that duplicity that cost her freedom and her former friend his hand, she would have never been reduced to such a state. That anger, the red hot iron that nested within her gut, culminated in a long anguished howl that split the night and filled the air.
An unfamiliar aura radiated across the barren wasteland that was Muchos. The beasts of lesser power scurried from the presence of the large beast as his step shifted the course, white grains of sand under his foot. In the distance, the large towers of Las Noches loomed over the horizon. The only thing more imposing than the towers of the distant castle was the massive moon looming over head in the dark skies. A toothy smirk crossing the tall male figure's face. "This could be fun." He walks up to the munching wolf... watching her as the meaningless Hollows scurry by him to safety. "A new face has arrived." The Arrancar teased while sweeping his locks of dark blue hair away from his face as those crimson eyes skate over the new beast's form. "I guess I shall be civil and introduce myself. I am know as Leviathan... Ambrosio Tiburón. The Primero Espada." The vicious nature of the clearly marked beast before him stay gave him the same vibes.. she is a hunter, a killer like him. Something to be respected.. one of the very few things to in this forsaken world. "So still looking to sink your fangs in?"
The tall, toned male snapping his right hand as the air behind him rips open like a massive toothy maul, "I got a place ripe for the picking... if you can hold your own still." A hand motioning towards the now opened gateway as if to invite or entice this new, possible rival, for a risky adventure to a hunting ground ripe for the culling.
XXXA familiar scent wafted through the air. Of brine and blood. The taste of salt, the sea, and death. That could only be one being. Their vast power otherwise unrestrained for all this time, only relegated to encircling the world. "Jormungandr!" She exclaimed, standing quickly as she thrust out both hands in a welcoming gesture. An expression of pure delight lit up her face as she looked at Ambrosio, unaware that the serpent in front of her was not in fact the wyrm fated to kill Thor. "Mine brother! It has been so long! Why did you not visit?" The question fell upon the shadowed air.
He spoke, looking and sounding much like her kin; Birthed from the same mother Angrboda. A different name for a different time. But the same intentions. He sought to cause and destruction, to rail against the natural order of the world. "Yes, of course brother. Ferry me to the realm of gods so I may drink of their ichor!" She exclaimed, howling triumphantly as he opened a gate to what she assumed was Asgard. "Soon mine fangs will feel the flesh of Aesir once more." The growl escaped her throat as blood dripped from her chin. A wicked smile spread from one cheek to the other, the smell of her heat pervading the air as she followed him through the portal.
Somewhere in Muchos a young hollow appears. This young hollow was sitting still with his eyes closed. Possibly sleeping off some ordeal that he had been through. Or just relaxing in the cooler air of hueco mundo. It was hard to tell. Several minutes go by before the youngster opened his eyes. Eli jumped startled by the change of scenery. The lad slowly looks around listening and begins to grin. It was time to devour it was time to destroy. Well not quite yet he was getting ahead of himself. He had to train some first. He really wanted to learn cero. But first he would focus on some other skills like Gonzui and Bala. And once he had he would not be so easy to kill a second time. The boy snickers as he starts walking through the deserts of Muchos within Hueco Mundo. After walking an hour or so he spots a weaker Hollow and pounces on it. He wishes that there was a stronger Hollow nearby that would let him scavenge off of his kills but it seemed that all the powerful hollows were still in the Soul Society, dead, or just somewhere else. He devours the one that he just attacked and moves on leaving nothing behind for others to scavenge. He was still to weak to start being a messy eater. Or a beneficial one either not yet. At least not until someone started to follow him. And if his follower got on his nerves he would just eat them. The young Hollow smirks and continues to walk. Sometime later he comes across a turtle like Hollow sleeping and pounces stabbing into the soft fleshy areas. Honestly he wanted the shell he hoped to make a shield out of it. But he would eat the turtle hollow he was not willing to waste that which would make him stronger, Unfortunately for his plan he ruins the shell. "Oops." He snickers and begins walking again after eating his prey. He wondered how his sister faired with the Shinigami or had she too been killed. Well nothing he could do about that. As he walked he remembered seeing another Hollow use a simple and weak attack by firing reishi through a finger. But to Eli's point of view at the time the bullets fired seemed to annoy the target more than anything. But the skill might be useful at least till he could find away to learn cero. He frowned as he thought about the Bala and Gonzui techniques. Did he even actually want them would he ever use them? Eli shrugs after a moment then thinks about the Garganta that he had followed Vanargand through that would be a useful skill especially if he wanted to go to Earth and haunt a lake. The thought of haunting a lake gets the child giggling. He could even eventually use it to go back to the Soul Society and hunt Shinigami. If he remembered it right the female wolf had ripped a hole or entryway from here to the soul society. So he should be able to tear a hole from Heuco Mundo to Earth right? Well he was not quite ready yet he had a little more to do before he left. Apparently there was another hollow skill that Distorts space around a fellow Hollow ally to safely transport them to Hueco Mundo. But Eli had never seen the skill used before so he did not even know exactly how it worked though he heard that. While in the field the other person is completely invulnerable and they can not attack, be attacked or escape from the Negacion until they are in Hueco Mundo. Once activated it will carry them to Hueco Mundo regardless of what happens to the still vulnerable hollow who used the technique. Also he heard you needed to know Garganta to use it. It was not so bad he guessed. Who knows maybe one of the other Hollows would have used Negacion on him and the other weaker hollows present if they had had the chance to after the arrival of the Shinigami. There was one other skill he knew about but unfortunately it was not Cero but Acidic touch. Apparently all you had to do with this one was grab someone. a Human was the usual if not only target for this skill. He was about to leave the area when he heard an explosion in the distance. Eli jumps and turns to look in the direction of the noise. If it was his guess the explosion was in Las Noches. Where the Arrancar lived and trained. He chuckles not only were Hollows causing damage in the Soul Society they or someone else was attacking the Arrancar. Well he was staying out of it. But he was curious about what was going on over there. After debating with himself for a bit he decides not to go over to Las Noches even though he did not hear anything else from that direction. He continues to wander and devour anything in his path. Eventually this constant hunger would fade away he thought and he could focus on destroying things. Eli yawns and continues to roam. He kind of wished Koko was with him. He was feeling lonely with out his sister. But he knew that they could not always be together after all they needed to live their own lives. He started twirling his spear wishing for a target but it seemed that everyone fled the area after the explosion. He looked back in the direction of the cloud of smoke that was still over Las Noches and wondered who was fighting over there. But he thought he knew better than to go over there and see what was going on. He was still to weak to bother. Eli looks around again having lost track of how far he has walked. The lad was starting to grow bored of this land he wanted to go somewhere else and have some fun. He wanted to destroy something or at least eat someone. Or maybe find a companion to hang out with. But where should he go on Earth to destroy things. That was something he could not answer himself since he has never been to Earth. As he walks he eventually finds a place he has not seen before. Curiosity has him enter the building, But caution keeps him alert for any possible danger that may come his way. Which has probably just saved him as he was about to enter The Carnage Halls. He knew this place having heard about it from others he has talked to. It was best that somebody as weak as him does not come to this dojo. There was one on Earth that he could go to, to train if he wanted. And he probably should. Eli rips open a Garganta to leave Hueco Mundo and go to the dojo on Earth. He hesitates as if he hears someone whispering coward. Maybe he could train in this dojo. As long has he stayed out of the way of the hungry and violent ones.
Hit Points: 500 / Spirit Energy: 170 / Clarity: 58
Hikage felt like a fool. He had been tricked by Mirrikh who had sent him to Hueco Mundo. And he had walked right into it. When had he become such a fool? He had even freely given the man information on the noble houses. Hikage curses himself as he cuts down a weak Hollow. Yet another to fall to his blade a he searched for a way to leave this cursed place. Maybe he would let one live if they were able to get him out of Hueco Mundo. He needed to get back to the Soul Society and warn them about Mirrikh. Though doing so would label him a traitor like the rest of his family. He finally grins a little as he slays another Hollow. These Hollows were just to damn weak. He hoped to find a stronger one soon. Fighting these weak Hollows was starting to get old. He sighs as he easily kills yet another Hollow. So many easy targets where were the stronger ones? Or had they not yet realized that there was a Shinigami present.
Hit Points: 525 / Spirit Energy: 180 / Clarity: 58
Hikage was still grumbling about Mirrikh tricking him and about his own stupidity as he roamed Muchos attacking any Hollow that he happened to see. If he ever returned to the Soul Society they would probably kill him for treason and if he stayed in Hueco Mundo he would eventually be killed by a Hollow. The Scion of disaster and downfall of hollows and heroes alike by virtue of happenstance and deception sighs as he continues to walk. It seemed he was a dead man regardless of whether he stayed here and fought or went back to the Soul Society. He suddenly grins if he went back he would be imprisoned and unable to do anything but wait to die. While on the other hand he could remain here and kill many of these stinking Hollows. The Shinigami who was followed closely by death smirked he would keep a tally he thought. Of how many he could kill before he was killed. Eventually He would find a large dune that had a door of some sort on one section. Hikage opened the door without knocking and walked in. To find a pair of Hollows sleeping curled up together. Easy he thinks as he silently draws his sword and approaches the sleeping Hollows. He runs both threw with his sword killing them while they slept. Not caring how cowardly that action was. He was an assassin after all. Nor did it bother him or maybe he did not notice that they were children. After a moment he stepped out of the dune and continued his walk. "That is two." He says to the desert sands. "Maybe I should count the others as well." Hikage thinks speaking out loud. He was now following a trail of some kind. "So It would be what twenty five?" The short Shinigami asks the wind. But of course he receives no answer. Some time passes and he spots a cluster of ramshackle huts. Like a ghost in the night Hikage enters one and proceeds to cut the sleeping Hollows down one after another faintly whispering numbers as he kills first one then another. Before moving on to the next hut and then the next. Killing one after another in cold blood. It did not matter to him anymore that they were all weak. So weak that it was almost not worth the effort to destroy them. He knew that eventually he would have to run into one that was stronger. Or at least he hoped he would. Maybe he was just in the wrong area and needed to move on to another area. So the one who was followed by death continued to roam. After a while the murderer decided to stop for a short rest. So he looked for a secluded spot in which he would be well hidden from the Hollows that made this hostile place home. He planned to just sit and rest for a little while but not sleep. Not until he had a better hiding place than an over grown turtle shell. It was not long however before his eyes closed and he slid into a more comfortable position and oops the killer of weak and young hollows fell asleep. He must have been more tired than he realized. Hikages dreams were filled with wind blowing across the desert and his Father and brothers fighting Hollows with him back before they decided to betray the clan that they were apart of. It had not taken the son of the leader of the clan to put a stop to the rebellion and banish Hikage from the clan. He had not been apart of that treasonous act all those years ago. And he tried to reason with himself that he had not intentionally betrayed the Soul Society this time either he had just been tricked by someone stronger or at least more cunning than he was. Suddenly the Scion of disaster and downfall of hollows and heroes alike by virtue of happenstance and deception wakes up as he senses something approach the shell that he was using as a temporary hideout. Cautiously he moves to where he can see out from under the shell. He was once again holding his blade in one hand, and a throwing knife in the other hand. The bringer of death grinned at the small Hollow that slowly made its way towards the hidden Shinigami. It was obvious to He who brings death that follows him closely wherever he goes as a deadly shadow of death that the Hollow did not know that he was there. It seemed that he was still only running into the weak little nothings of Hueco Mundo. It had also not dawned on Hikage that he could make one of these Hollows send him out of the realm. Or maybe the bringer of death just did not care anymore. Hikage moved back silently so that his prey could crawl under the shell. The small Hollow had just enough time to notice the Shinigami before it was slain. He who brings death that follows him closely wherever he goes as a deadly shadow of death waited silently for several minutes listening to see if another Hollow showed up before he crawled out from under the shell. Upon seeing no threats he continues to explore and kill any hollow that he finds. After a few hours of walking Hikage stops to see a pair of cat like hollows fight over something that he could not quite make out. Maybe it was a rabbit hollow or just some other weaker hollow. Not like it really mattered to He who brings death that follows him closely wherever he goes as a deadly shadow of death he would just kill the winner of the fight. Where was his tally now anyway eighty or so? The shinigami smirks as it dawns on him that he had lost count of how many of these hollows that he had killed up to now. While the two cats fought he quietly moves closer so that he could attack the winner of the fight. Just as he gets within range. Barely. One of the cats falls and he leaps into action stabbing the feline in the back and jerking the blading up killing it with one hit. He barely had time to adjust his stance as he sees the one that lost the fight jump up and attack. It had not been killed after all. That was a mistake on He who brings death that follows him closely wherever he goes as a deadly shadow of death, part he should of waited long enough to see if this one had actually been killed or not. The Shinigami barely doges the attack in time as the cat lunges at him. But while he had his sword the hollow only had claws and with a longer reach and similar speed it does not take long for Hikage to kill this hollow as well. After he kills the cat hollow he moves on. They may have been weak but at least they were stronger than all of the others that he had attacked. Admittedly most of the ones that he had killed had been sleeping. Maybe this meant he was leaving the area where the weakest hollows lived and was heading towards the area where the stronger ones lived. The bringer of death smiles as he walks knowing full well the death followed him closely waiting to take him to his next life or to oblivion. In the distance he sees a column of smoke and wonders about it. But shrugs it off there was no telling how far the smoke was or what caused it. For all he knew he was not the only Shinigami that had slipped into Hueco Mundo one way or another. Or maybe someone else was attacking the Hollows. The murderer of innocent hollows -yeah right innocent sure whatever you say- continues walking looking for more targets. He soon spots a snake sleeping off a extra large meal and moves silently to chop off its head. He winds up having to strike twice as the creatures neck was just to thick for one strike. Hikage soon lost all track of how long he had been in this realm as well as how many hollows he had killed. He who brings death that follows him closely wherever he goes as a deadly shadow of death. suddenly decides to change direction and takes death along with him to another area of Muchos. If this kept up unchecked the Scion of disaster and downfall of hollows and heroes alike by virtue of happenstance and deception would kill every hollow in Muchos before one strong enough to stop him would arrive. Not that He who brings death that follows him closely wherever he goes as a deadly shadow of death even cared. It should not be long now before someone came to put an end to He who brings death that follows him closely wherever he goes as a deadly shadow of death. Death. The Scion of disaster and downfall of hollows and heroes alike by virtue of happenstance and deception. Continued on his way even though the hollows seemed to be getting a little stronger they were still far to weak for He who brings death that follows him closely wherever he goes as a deadly shadow of deaths liking. Hikage soon had to chuckle at himself about how he thought of himself. With a shake of his head he moves on. He almost walked past a hollow that was hiding in the sand. With a laugh he attacks the hollow dodging its attacks with ease. But though it was weaker than Hikage it was also faster so the two enter a dance of sorts. Each trying to kill the other before they get killed by the other one. This match lasts for several minutes before the hollow trips and falls. Hikage quickly stabs the hollow through the mask killing it where it laid. He then leaned forward with hands on knees till he caught his breath. That had been a fun match to bad the hollow was to weak to harm him. The thought of escaping Hueco Mundo would pass through his mind again but it was brushed away. There would be no leaving this place. He was dead either way why not take as many with him as possible. Once he had caught his breath he continues on his way looking around as he goes. Once in awhile he would stop to study something or attack another hollow. But there seemed to be fewer and fewer as he went. It was starting to get hard to find the Hollows that still lived in this area. Maybe the bringer of death had brought death to to many of these weakling and they had fled to Earth or somewhere else. Well it did not matter there were still other hollows to kill. So he moved on. It would not be much longer before Hikage had to move on to another area of Hueco Mundo to find more Hollows to murder. He had once heard that not all hollows were evil some actually tried to do good. He did not believe this. But they had a place within the soul cycle supposedly. Maybe the Quincy way was the right way to deal with hollows. No a hollow could be redeemed or something if killed correctly. Hikage stops in his tracks he had not been performing konso on the ones that he had killed. Wouldn't it suck if he killed the same soul multiple times. The fallen Shinigami shakes his head clearing it of these random thoughts. He had a job to do. It may not have come from his superiors but it was still his task. And that was kill as many as possible before he was killed. Maybe he could wipe out all of the hollows in Muchos then move on to a different area to wipe out even more hollows.
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