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Aine plastered a small smile across her face...Her laps of judgment still circulating through her head. She shook her head vigorously, black locks dancing around her face, to eliminate her thoughts on the matter. She walked back into the shade of the trees before asking. "What is it that we'll be doing next." Her normal countenance back in place.

Aine tried to determine exactly what that grin meant, but let the analysis slip from her attention. "I'll meet you there." she smiled happily, avoiding some of the others training in the area as she trotted out of the training grounds.

Asuma sighed, but shook his head. "Well, when you're done, I'll be here. I need to talk to Kuro. He probably won't be happy about this. But, I need his advice before I can go any further, as well." Going over to a tree, Asuma sat down, leaning his back against it. Before he closed his eyes, Asuma looked over to Erzu. "Tell Aine I said I apologize about my attitude earlier. I didn't mean to go so far." Not wanting to hear a comment from Erzu about his words, Asuma closed his eyes, and went into an unconscious like state, as he went to talk to his spirit.

((Well, last post for the night. See you guys tomorrow ^_^))

Rawtoon had been distracted on his journey. Like his mind remembered, it was like an acid trip of sorts. He had to make time to rest within the two days he had been here. That is where he witnessed the shinigami fighting. But once the ViceCaptain of Squad8 left, Raw lost interest and continued on with the deseret of flaming training tortures.
I am getting closer to the mountain, for it has grew 3 times in size. If this mountain happens to be any bigger, I just might be tempted to climb it too! Raw taunted himself, he liked the thought of pushing himself farther than the limits of his own discovery so far.

Rios stared at the wirlpool even as the metal was thrown back at him. The metal stopped right infront of him as it turned into a weird boat like shape. He sent it back at Cresan as the wave came at him. Rios jumped after the boat like shape and settled inside of it, as he closed it up. He was holding a couple of needles as the boat like thing was thrown around. "Time to try and end this little fight." The metal boat like shape burt outward sending metal in every direction as Rios sent massive tornado's made of fire at Cresan.

Rios landed on the ground staggering. "This time you wont stop my fire so easily, their too imense to even douse! Now burn!" One of the tornado's made of fire then burst into meteor's that had a center made of metal. Where ever the meteor like things hit they made five foot crater's. "So how much more are you going to send my way?" Rios was starting to laugh minaiclly as his eyes started to slowly change.

"Very creative... Now I see; this'll be fun." Cresan gathered as much of the wave as he could and propelled himself far, far away from Rios. "Why would I try to dowse that which cannot be dowsed? How dense." Two of Rios' fireballs came soaring at him; with two large high-speed jets of water Cresan deflected them, just barely missing him.

Cresan rose up into his mass of water, a giant shifting planet completely covered by oceans. The water began to reform itself, around the form of Cresan. Two giant plates of water became curved walls rotating around Cresan, and five double-sided spear of water were floating around these plates. Behind Cresan were about one hundred tiny daggers, made of water of course, and three large battering rams. Sheathing his zanpakutou, Cresan sent one of the battering rams soaring at Rios, heading to knock him sideways. Cresan used the other two battering rams to deflect extra fireballs, and readied his artillery of daggers.

The flying metal gave away anything Rios was planning; Cresan was completely ready for a fantastic assault. Cresan's wave was still flowing in the background of their fight, and the sound of it gave Cresan an idea. Drawing out his sword once again, Cresan pulled as much water as he could from the rushing Nile. Once he had a mass of water three times larger than his first accumulation, Cresan called, "Stop, Distill."

The opening coming from the Real World suddenly sealed up, but none of the water he had gathered returned to its original source. From the water, Cresan pulled out four long sharp arcs that attached to each of his limbs. The daggers from before went soaring high into the air, and eventually looked like a flock of birds high in the sky. Cresan saw the sudden appearance of a massively long katana, just as Rios swung it with all his strength.

Cresan leaped into the air, arms outstretched, twisting and flipping over to Rios. The arcs of water detached themselves from Cresan's limbs, and flew at Rios, spinning rapidly. Just before they would make contact, Cresan reformed half of his giant mass of water into a large block that slammed down on Rios' katana with all of the force he could muster. He called down to Rios before his final assault, "A sword that big must be pretty hard to handle, eh?"

Sword drawn, Cresan let loose his daggers which sang past his ears and down at Rios. At last he landed on the ground behind Rios... On the wrong leg. Somehow Cresan never noticed that Rios' floating metal had cut up and burnt his right arm and leg. Wincing, he used up the last of his energy bringing over the last half of his water over himself and Rios, including the remaining five water spears, which circled Rios at every angle. Cresan stood up, panting with his right arm dangling; he held the curved part of his sword at Rios' neck, "...You give up...?"