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Some sort of horrific mess of blood, what were seemingly organs and flesh fell down from Zankairou's grasp into the white sands below, staining them a beautiful pink colour. The top part of the fake body had been completely destroyed, right down to the chest area and with a few chunks a bit further down missing as well.

To summarise, what was left, was not particularly pleasant to look at. In fact, only those with strong stomachs would have not vomited immediately. It was safe to assume that Zankairou's stomach was pretty strong however as he had blown most of his arm to pieces and laughed it off.

The corpse of a tiny girl with one extra arm coming from it's side lay their for a few seconds, completely lifeless, then, without warning. The body quickly began to regenerate, the front that had been destroyed was completely recreated and, if Zankairou had looked, he would've seen as the mouth was being recreated, Pamba was smiling. Not manically, but rather, mockingly. As if to say. 'Are you really so incompetent.' although that was not how Pamba would have said it.

While the regeneration was not as fast as the almost instant recreation of an arm, there was no doubt, that coming back from what had seemed like death was madness. To a lot of Hollows, who feared death, this might've even been everything they had been searching for. However, Pamba had never truly died, just destroying a front for talking and interaction was not the same as killing Pamba. She did of course, use a fake body.

Pamba didn't have a brain, or any sort of human like organ, except from a heart. As she did not have a human like make up apart from a heart, she didn't need a head or a face. She needed some of the organs found on the face such as eyes, ears and a nose but she didn't need a face. She could've just had her eyes on her hands if she really wanted.

With a little glare towards Zankairou, she lifted herself up off the floor, using the sword in her third arm to balance herself as she stood up. Now half naked from having most of her top blown off she ripped a part of it off and wrapped it around herself using her fourth and fifth arms respectively, which both burst from her side as well. Meanwhile, she kept her guard up with her first and second arms.

"I told you to go home. If you don't obey me I'll get serious." Pamba said, desperate to get rid of Zankairou now. She didn't show it on her face but, she figured that coming back from the other other side must've been impressive enough to imply power.

Right now, she stood about double the distance from Zankairou that his cero has pushed him, because of the power behind the cero, it meant that she was also pushed back and at the same force, however, she had been slowed down by hitting the sand with her whole body.

Right now, she had the advantage, that was what was important. Not only had he completely destroyed one arm but, she had six left and a sword. She had also pumped a decent amount of poison into his body and could regenerate through most of his attacks. It seemed right now that although she could never physically overpower him and she could never kill him, she could exhaust him and make him destroy himself. He was reckless and foolhardy and he looked prepared to get hurt even more. Pamba decided on her target for the rest of the battle. From now on she would aim to destroy his other arm, once his arm had been destroyed she'd move onto cracking his body open.

Of course, taking down one arm of something practically invincible like Zankairou was going to take time. She'd have to prepare a very, very, clever plan. She had time though. She could either out talk him now while thinking, or, she could try and avoid his further attacks while thinking. Hopefully he would talk, it would make things easier, but it didn't seem likely.

Her eyes widened with his booming laughter, only for a second, but enough that you could clearly see that she was worried. It stood to reason that all Arrancar were terrified of something. Be it death, weakness or something. Pamba's was her fear of being seen as anything but beautiful. However, what was the weak point of the titan, Zankairou, before her. He didn't fear someone who could claw their way back from death and she doubted he feared death it's self. She'd have to just test the waters.

"No." A short sharp reply was all that was necessary to Zankairou. A monster with no apparent weakness was not someone Pamba wanted to be working under. If she couldn't predict him then if she lived closer to him, it could be dangerous. She could die, or worse.

She had to strike now, while he was still outside of his Resurrecion. If he got to use that he would get a little healing and then he could crush her. Given that he could crush her without it, although not kill her.

Using Resurrecion may have tempted him into it and even beginning to fight back might have done the same too, so what could she do? She needed to preserve herself somehow. There was no solution, the best she could do, was use her Resurrecion now as it was the largest source of power she had and would, if nothing else, give her a temporary boost of power.

She ran her tongue down the sword, bringing it from the beginning of the blade right to the point. Then, chanted. "What lies beneath the surface? Sangre Azul." And then, the insects began to swarm.

The sound of scuttling vanished as Pamba revealed her form to Zankairou. Unlike him, she had went under no huge or particularly noticeable changes, in fact, she looked if anything. Less threatening. Not that this wasn't on purpose.

"You're revolting. You know that?" Replied Pamba, not thinking really about what she was saying or really replying for that matter, just saying whatever was on her mind. "I might just have t-" Thousands of now blueish veins burst from her body, ripping it to pieces, and all heading for Zankairou at every perceivable angle. Not in a huge radius but large enough to be a threat.

"-o get rid of you now." She continued, at the same time as firing the veins from her body. This time, the idea wasn't to stab him or hurt him with them. This time, quite simply, she wanted to drain every drop of blood he had in his body from him.

As she had given the attack no build up, this gave it a much greater chance of hitting. As with all things, she tried to remain as harmless looking as possible until it really mattered. Maybe that armour would block it off from where it really mattered though, if she got one straight through Zankairou's heart, that would be it obviously.

((Not at all. You've given me a chance to write something exciting. At least, something I find cool.))

There was no way Pamba was avoiding this one, quite simply put, she was unprepared for Zankairou's quick movement and clever strategy, she was also completely blind because there were veins actually bursting out of every part of her body. Zankairou had, got a good hit in here.

As it went through her back, right inbetween her shoulder blades, a torrent of blood gushed out. She put one hand to the blade piercing straight through her and felt it, the weapon was, definitely well designed. It's killing power was unarguable, but, as Zankairou has probably already learnt. Pamba was a very difficult creature to kill.

She grabbed the end of the pole with one hand, holding the blade away from herself and stopping it from being pulled out of her without considerable force, then, twisted her head, arms and legs right round. Her chest and the rest of her body was however the right way round.

Without displaying any sort of physical pain, Pamba walked her way up the halberd, the pole part of the weapon sliding through her open wound gently. She didn't display any pain, not that pain wasn't there, it just wasn't like usual pain.

She came to the end of the weapon, standing right next to Zankairou, assuming that he hadn't intervened in her approach towards him, and then attempted to wrap her hands round his neck. The moment they were round, she would strangle him slowly to death. It would only be seconds before he was dead, and, as he was dying he would not even have a chance to scream.

And, if he resisted, then there was also little hope for him. Pamba still had her vein weapons. If he started to move a little too much or tried to use some sort of special power, perhaps even a cero, they would go straight through his neck. Killing him almost instantaneously.

In this fight, the main strength over Zankairou, that Pamba had was her true, inhuman body. In every other aspect Zankairou might well have been much more dangerous. It was Pamba's pure adaptability that allowed her to kill, not strength or skill.

Pamba, had she been in a position to analyse and think, probably shouldn't have forced her body up the spear. It was simple as to the reasons why it was a bad decision but it all boiled down to one thing. It was his weapon in Resurrecion and therefore it was his powers in Resurrecion. It would've been equally stupid as walking down any other Zanpakto. If you did those kinds of things, you were liable, to get killed.

And here Zankairou was, practically admitting the truth of the situation to her with his (from her point of view) villainous cackle. It indicated to her that he did indeed have a plan and that he was indeed in a position to carry it out and quite possibly finish her now.

In this situation, the only way to defend herself, was to act before Zankairou did and he was already half way there with his reiatsu now present. He was probably preparing a cero again or something so she couldn't fight back with her own cero, not because he was an Espada but because her cero were terrible anyway. So she had to attack physically and quickly. Fortunately, she had the advantage here with both of Zankairou's arms taken up holding the weapon and the fact she was standing inside that same weapon.

From her body burst veins is great number, not in the same way as the previous time and not at the same number and certainly not in the same way. This time, they were carefully and precisely aimed.

Five for the face. That was, one for each eye, one for the nose, one for the mouth and one for the brain.

Five for the lungs, two for each side and one more in the middle.

Five for the heart, two for each side and once again, another in the middle.

Three for the gut, attempting to go straight through.

Six for each leg, going down them and straight through them if everything went to plan. (Doubtful though because of his Hierro)

All this, in the time in between Zankairou taking her colours and him trying to throw her off his halberd or rather, being successful in ripping his halberd from her flesh. Of course, that's not to say that she had not made one last little move on Zankairou.

When she was on top of the halberd, she had attempted to stab her veins into not only him but also into his halberd. His Zanpakto was not a seperate living thing, it was a part of him so it stood to reason that when he exited his Resurrecion the Zanpakto would be sealed within him again. Therefore, when he refused with his Halberd, the parasite from Pamba would fuse with him. Assuming it had been injected and her thesis was right, that meant that surviving this battle was, profitable, to say the least.

"A show is it?" Pamba replied, holding her open and steadily closing shoulder. "I knew you were disgusting to begin with." She got up from her crouching position and brought her arm away from her shoulder. Her regeneration was slowing down, she couldn't keep this up much longer, probably not without killing herself as a byproduct and that wasn't an option.

"I'm supposing I might join you. Just to keep an eye on you." She was lying now but she needed to get out of this fight as fast as possible to see if her idea had worked. She didn't have to like Zankairou, just use him.

((Bizzaro logic go!

Don't worry if you don't follow my bizzaro logic.

Or should I say lack of logic entirely.))