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~~ Dream Theater - This Dying Soul [BGM] ~~

The 13th Captain didn't made a single effort to dodge the multitude of Fiery wolves charging at him. In fact, he seemed to be laughing behind the black flames that were now enveloping all his body, from head to toes, apparently accepting Immolation as his outcome. Just before Evil would be able to reach him, Mock swung his nodachi at her and sent forth another Itsuryu wave, aimed at her full body - mainly the jaws and anterior claws.

Her attack would at most connect with the dark wave, since Mock performed a quick leap backwards, and focusing reiryoku beneath his feet, it was done at a near-shumpo speed.
About 10 meters away from the large werewolf, Mock took his time to address her.

I don't know if it's any good talking to you right now, since you seem to be more animal that human at this point. You seem to have lost all trace of humanity and logical thinking... Anyways, here goes...

This fire of yours, and I've told you this before, it'll do you no good! I know how it works now, and I've came up with a way to counter it! You see, that's what I've been doing up until now - examining your techniques and gauging your power and skills. What you've showed me so far, won't work anymore!!! He frantically said, with apparent spite on his words.
You see?... I'm a "bloodkinetic". I can manipulate and shape my own blood. So when I got drenched with it just now, I was actually coating myself with a thick layer of my own blood and keeping it about two centimeters away from my own body. Your Black Flames are burning only it, instead of me. As your fire keeps burning through my blood cloak, I keep providing more and more of it, to replace the one that gets consumed. I can keep doing this all day - all week actually!!! Mock burst in laughter.

Looking up, MockaDash stretched his arms to the blood crimson above, and maniacally laughing, yelled Let the skies cry tears of blood! BloodRain!!! The pool of blood that was blotting out the sun, began dripping. A rain of blood started to pour down on the battlefield.

I bet this is annoying to you! The Shinigami said, once again redirecting his gaze towards Evil. Rain tends to wash away any trace of smell, so you won't be able to caught any smell now. Furthermore, the sound of the drops heavily falling around us, is compromising your hearing as well. And that's not all... This is not water, but blood, so your senses must be going crazy with this smell! Everything around you smells of blood now! Will you still be able to catch my own smell? I doubt so!!! - And forget about tracking my reiatsu... He added. ... For my blood possesses reiatsu as well!

Ketsueki Akuma!!! [Blood Demon] Mock manipulated the coat of fiery blood around him, making it larger in size and shaped its form as well. It now resembled a large werewolf, but not any werewolf, it was a copy of Evil's Bankai form. MockaDash's actual body was inside that werewolf form, and his nodachi was also "swallowed" by this new form. Now there were two hellish creatures facing each other.

Mock's new werewolf form was still burning with Black Fire, and all the while dripping blood. He opened his gory mouth and said in a hoarse cry What will you do know Evil-kun???

(( Since you can stop the flames at any time, when you chose to do so, instead of looking like a black fiery giant werewolf, Mock will only look like a blood covered giant werewolf. X3 ))

Evil snarled. Here he was, trying to come between her and her new found meal. Her muscles rippled powerfully all along her body and she roared. The sound was terrifying, even to the most experienced Shinigami. Evil would NOT be denied her meal. As she felt her opponents surround her she bared her fangs, which were huge and intimidating. She really did look like a rabid dog. She let the young Shinigami's attack hit her paws. It kicked up dirt all around her and it stung them a little, but that was all. She turned slightly to avoid his second attack, completely focused on him. Just as Mock's minions and attacks were about to hit her, she lunged forward, grasping the young shinigami roughly around his arm in her jaws. She snarled muffedly, flicking her tail at Mock before rapidly shunpoing away, avoiding his attacks by a split second. She went as far as she could go before her hunger became too much.

She stopped, dropping the Shinigami. She was panting from the effort and her eyes glowed with an insane hunger. Not saying anything to him, she licked her chops, pulling her muzzle back in a grin.

She quickly grabbed him around the middle before he could run, lifting him up. She opened her jaws wide, exposing her gaping maw. A pop was heard, and her jaws dislocated, being able to open even further to allow the young shinigami into her mouth. She rudely shoved his head into her mouth, her sharp fangs nicking his face. Her hot, bloody breath puffed in his face and she shoved him in more, her tongue working as well to push him into her throat. Her cheeks were expanded hugely as he was partially in her mouth. Then his head began to enter her throat and that too got bigger, the lump of his head easily visible. her throat began to pulse around him, constricting him with squishy stickiness as it began to force him down as well. Evil began to gulp him down more greedily, her stomach growling loudly. His shoulders were in her throat by now and he was squirming, thrashing, trying to get out. This only made he go faster, her eyes alight with excitement. She kept swallowing hard, her throat pushing against him painfully. She was continuously pushing him in as this went in, as fast as she could. His squirming and wiggling could be seen as her throat rocked back and forth. He was at her chest now and the fur there fluffed up. She groaned with pleasure as his legs cleared her mouth as well. Now she was at his feet, and with an exceptionally hard swallow, they went into her gullet. She snapped her jaws closed, licking her lips with her eyes half-lidded like a lizard's. She watched his struggling form slide down and into her eager stomach. She heard with an audible splash as he fell into belly. She sighed, rubbing her stomach. Now she was full and tired, content. he had landed on Mock's flowery thing, in a mixture of acidic juices and Mock's blood. She rolled over onto her side, having forgotten all about Mock. She began to knead the grass around her as her stomach churned inside her, grateful for the final coming of food. She yawned, reaching one paw up to rub her eyes. She belched loudly, the sound rocking her enormous belly. She put her head down on the soft grass as well, her eyes starting to close.

~*Commander-General of the Sereitei, Captain of Squad 10*~

((I'm sorry if this seems like godmodding. But the shunpo away was preparing for the setting of Evil eating him. I discussed it with Mock and we decided to go ahead and do it so it wouldn't slow down our spar. ))

((Kyoya, you have yet to post your profile, so I can accept it. You shouldn't begin RPing without one.
Time to let all Hell break loose!!! Hell yeah!!!!! X3
Also, listen to the music I provided on my posts. It adds to the atmosphere... XP))

Since Evil had shumpoed away, Mock's Itsuryu attacks landed on the blood clones that were trying to grapple Kyoya, reducing them to puddles of blood once again. The dark waves hit the ground and threw debris into the air, same as Mock's werewolf form when he landed into the ground, blood spattering everywhere - from his beast cloak.
Rising his demonic face up and looking around, trying to trace Evil, Mock was able to do so in the split of a second. Even if he would not be able to trace her reiatsu, he easily knew at all times where his blood was. Evil was covered with it, so she was easy to locate.

Mock pondered his next move. She was pretty far away, and there was no way for him to reach her before she ate Kyoya. Furthermore, he now had time to release his Bankai - which needs quite some. He despised having to use it though, especially on a spar, seeing as his Bankai is a hellish thing indeed, and one intended to kill, not in a pleasurable way. It can be defined as an actual Hell!
But Evil was far from being her own self right now, and Mock thought that there was no need to further delay having to resort to it...

With a deep sigh, though not an audible one from behind all that blood and the pouring, he dismantled the werewolf form. The blood that had been coating his body, now revolved around him, forming a sort of sphere.

I guess it's time to drop the curtain on this act.

~~ Carl Orff - O Fortuna [Bankai Opening] ~~

Holding his nodachi high in the air in front of him, Mock twisted his wrist and arm, thus pointing the blade downwards, and started chanting in monotonic voice Sors immanis et inanis; rota tu volubilis, status malus; vana salus semper dissolubilis; obumbrata et velata michi quoque niteris.

BAN-KAI

With a sudden thrust, he impaled himself with the sword - as if committing seppuku. The earth below began to shake wildly.
As the Zanpakutou pierced his stomach, no entry or exit wound was made. From his back, from where the blade was suppose to protrude, there was nothing but a jet of blood gushing in a wide arc. The sphere of blood revolving around him, fell to the ground with an audible swash. He slowly began removing the sword from within, but a completely different Zanpakutou was coming out. All the while, large rifts were being opened as if the earth was tearing open wounds, its gushing blood jets of molten lava. Half a dozen skeletons unearth themselves behind Mock and, kneeling on the ground one on top of the other, disassembled themselves and gave form to a large eerie throne of bones and skulls. Tenbatsutekimen... Mock roared to the crimson blood firmament. Tenbatsu Ketteiteki Meiun!!!
His Zanpakutou was now considerably bigger than him.

A large (15 ft. tall) Demon erupted from the ground beneath the throne of bones, as Mock was sitting on it. The Demon resembled that of humanity's deepest dreads and nightmares. His naked skin vibrant red, and with a pair of long pitch-black horns on its fiendish head. Rise, Lucifer! The 13th Captain issued, and a large pair of bat-like wings suddenly opened on the Demon's back, and he took flight, carrying the throne - and Mock sitting on it - on its back, towards the blood-painted skies.

The area around him was now an actual depiction of Hell - Malebolge to be precise. From the cracks on the earth lava was spurting, and sulfur rose. This poisonous miasma, and the cinders that filled the air, eliminated all traces of vegetation. The once grassy field was now a desolated area and the dead trees, once flourishing verdant, were now reduced to naked cindered branches - macabre skeletons of their once vigorous former selves. The lava flowed in rivers now, further reshaping the surrounding landscape.
This Hell was outspreading, and about to reach Evil's location. She probably wouldn't notice the changes around her though, as she was now quietly sleeping with a full stomach.

From his current location on his throne, on the back of the horned demon, Mock quietly contemplated the changes occurring below, while the rain of blood further added to this ghastly canvas.
Some of the bones from his throne detached themselves and began to fly in the air. They rearranged themselves in front of Mock, giving shape to a pedestal of sorts, holding a "sand table" on top. The sand table depicted the whole hellish terrain, and in it had a figurine marking Evil's current location, as well as Mock's - at its center.
Hundreds of chains burst from the base of the hovering pedestal, and plunged themselves on the ground below.

~~ Mors Principium Est - The Unborn [Bankai BGM] ~~

Arise!... Denizens of the Underworld!... Legion of Hell!... Army of Erebus!!! Following their master's order, from each such chain that was stuck on the ground, a nightmarish creature appeared. All of them still attached to the chain, the ten feet closest to them being of shiny silver. There were in total 1440 such creatures, with different shapes and sizes:
Living skeletons armed with a wooden buckler and a rusty falchion; skeleton pikemen; horned demons who fight with their claws, tail, and teeth; demons holding long tridents; putrid large crows; zombie-like man-sized hounds; strange anthropomorphic creatures with several tentacles in the place of their arms; and finally, amorphous masses of flesh and bone that twist as they creep on the ground.
They formed 13th squadrons, each lead by a General, resembling a stereotypical red winged demon filled with sharp teeth and claws, armed with tridents and bearing rusty armors. Mock addressed his army's Generals one by one, as they rose up to his call with guttural bellows. Faustus; Malacoda; Scarmiglione; Barbariccia; Alichino; Calcabrina; Cagnazzo; Libicocco; Draghignazzo; Ciriatto; Graffiacane; Farfarello; Rubicante. My dear Malebranche... Hear my orders... Only now did Mock noticed something peculiar. He had 13 Generals for his army, and he was the 13th Squad Captain. An uncanny coincidence, to say the least.

Pursue the one I seek, and utterly destroy her!!! Command my armies to victory!!!!! A sadistic grin grew on his face and on the Demon holding the throne, as MockaDash's entire army roared in unison upon hearing those words, appearing to shake the very foundations of the Earth and the Heavens. Lava gushed and rose even higher, as if the Earth itself acclaimed such intrepid endeavor.

With a vicious cry, the armies began to march in well structured platoons, and Mock was able to see their locations and plan their next actions on the sand table in front of him. They would take some time to reach Evil though, but given she was sleeping, that should be no problem.
The crimson sky also followed the army close, so that the rain of blood was always above the soldiers.

(( @Evil: Seeing that you're sleeping, I could've just moved my army next to you in this post. But I've written such a lengthy post already, and I also wanted to give you a chance of doing something else, if you so desire. Although, if you choose to attack my army now, keep in mind that they are an extension of my power, so blatantly auto-hitting them is GodModding. I'll accept that you seldom auto-hit them, but don't puppeteer their actions. Also, refrain from auto-hitting the Generals. ))

((I loled! "SHE WAS JUST TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP AND DIGEST!!" and "nice big wave of PMS hit her" - Epic!!! X3
Oh, and FYI, the army soldiers are no stronger than a regular Hollow. So they only pose a threat in numbers. The Generals though have power matching seated Shinigamis. And I'm merely talking power-levels here, since - obviously - no one can cast kidous, use shumpo, etc. They just fight.))

Even far away, Mock sensed the growth in Evil's power. This was what he'd been waiting for. But Mock is no pushover. For a long time he was under Daven's wing, and he even sparred with him once and was able to held his own. Evil didn't scare him a little bit, though she surely impose quite the respect on him.

From the start, Mock felt that he had to lose this battle. No. That he would lose his battle. Mock's Zanpakutou is the personification of Divine Justice. Hence the hell, as a form or punishment for one's sins.
Every time Mock battled, he had a stern resolve behind him, otherwise he would simply lose. He would actually feel as if his powers would diminish. His Zanpakutou should only be called forth, should there be need to pass judgment upon another.
This was merely a spar against the Captain-Commander. So as far as Mock's powers go, if he won, that could only mean that Evil wasn't suited to be Captain-Commander. He knew that to be untrue. So he knew he would lose.

~~ Kamelot - The March of Mephisto [Scene BGM] ~~

However, the tables had turned. Now Evil wasn't herself. She wasn't the Captain-Commander anymore. She was "something" that ate one of Mock's subordinates. She was a feral beast. One without reasoning whatsoever, at this point.
Considering this, Mock did not think he would win. He knew it.

On his sand table, several figurines started to appear. They were representing Evil's small wolves. Also, Evil's own figurine changed shape, to depict her new form. Mock had arranged his regiments for battle:

All his soldiers were split into 13th military groups, each led by a General.
Scarmiglione, Barbariccia, Malacoda, Faustus, and Alichino, were leading the main force. The first two Generals commanded only skeleton soldiers. They marched in column formation, the front consisting of a full phalanx. Thus at the front there were pikemen skeletons, and the back rows were filled with falchion wielding ones. The other three were in charge of the horned-demon divisions. This three regiments followed the previous two by air. Two flew close to the ground - just above the heads of the skeleton soldiers - the first in wedge formation and the second in a column behind it, to act as reinforcing tip. The remaining third was several meters above, also on flying V.

Cagnazzo and Rubicante, lead the cavalry units. They consisted on large bulky hell hounds - the size of Draft Horses. They ran alongside the flanks of the main formation. Though being able to easily outrun them, they were actually lagging behind.

Graffiacane, Farfarello, and Draghignazzo, the three led a large unit on the back of the main one, in staggered formation. The first General commanded another regiment of hell hounds, while the second a set of demons armed with long tridents mounting them. The last General commanded a group of putrid crows - the size of dogs - that flew in V, above the hell hound-riding demons.

Libicocco, Ciriatto, and Calcabrina led the strangest of all regiments. Theirs was composed of the weird human-like creatures with tentacles for arms and the weird masses of flesh and bone that dragged along the ground. This unit was well behind, in square formation.

As the legion approached Evil and her wolves, the flank regiments - comprised of hell hounds - speed to the front and sides, aiming to pincer the enemy. All the while the main unit simply continued to march forward.
The crows, that were behind, moved forward and flew among the horned demons on top of the phalanx. Along with them, they would be the first to strike.
The demons riding hell hounds, that where on the back, flanked the main attacking force formed by skeletons. They would strike immediately after the phalanx in order to sweep the remnant forces.
The weird creatures in the back would lag for now.

They all pressed onward, intending to ignore the wolves as well as all that fire surrounding Evil. If Evil's new form was anything like Mock's previous blood werewolf. All that size was just for show. The real body was inside the thick curtain of black flames.
The Generals, for now, would not take an active role. They would stay behind and watch their regiments engage in combat.

Alea jacta est...
Mock patiently awaited to see the result of his plan.

((At least you're not being digested anymore! X3
All you can do now is wait for a new development, so you can do something. For now, you're Evil's food! XP ))

((XD Last commenter was nommed. >.< But yep, you aren't being digested anymore for the moment. Just sitting in there. XDD))


Evil's now flaming eyes looked expressionlessly on the advancing army. Her wolves began to spread out around her massive paws, seemingly in no formation at all. They were actually going with the natural way a wolf would hunt its prey, with some guidance from Evil of course. While these wolves were smaller, that didn't make them weak. Since they were lower to the ground, that would make them harder for their opponents to get at them, especially with heir awkward shapes and for the most part tall statures. The wolves knew how this worked, because Evil knew how it worked. Her mind clicked away in it's simple animal way of fighting. Take out the Alphas, the lower ones become confused. It almost always worked. It appeared Mock was going for the relatively same thing here.

Her wolves would at least started to fan out around her, breaking off into groups as they angled themselves towards the commanders of the armies. Evil felt she could crush them beneath her paws, but what she really wanted to do was sink her fangs into Mock. He wouldn't even come and face her now that he had woken her. There was a saying that briefly surfaced in her mind. Let sleeping dogs lye. Mock had not done that. He had woken her up, and now he should face the consequences. She lifted her now large flaming head, scanning the skies. She spotted him easily. Sitting atop a gigantic flying demon. On a throne nonetheless. Her flaming head attempted a grin, only displaying her fiery fangs instead. Her Black fire kicked up a notch around her, becoming hotter. She would just wait until he got a little bit closer. She wanted to knock him off his smug little perch and snap him up into her jaws.

Her huge paw tightened, curling into the ground, causing it to melt into deep grooves. Then she lifted one paw up, holding it in the air for several seconds as she charged it. Then she slammed it down hard into the ground, sending out a huge wave of Black Fire, headed right for his armies. It was like a miniature tsunami, but with fire.

~*Commander-General of the Sereitei, Captain of Squad 10*~

((Nope, we're waiting on Mock. >.< ))