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"Not that it would really matter if I told you my name, but its not like it wont be completely worthless. But if a man wishes to aspire to infamy he has got to start somewhere. Even if it is on a worthless runt like you! I am Cyril Leviathan, member of Tra'al. Or if you prefer, you can call me the perfect creation. So you believe you can stand with me. To be honest, I could care less about whatever tantrum you are currently throwing. But if this is all that will leave you content, please allow me to comply!" Cyril put both his hands over his face forming a mask over it and suddenly thrust his arm out towards Seraph. A large bluish ghostly hand seemed to spring out towards the other Vizard at an incredible speed. The claw of the hand seemed to grasp at Seraph, but did no real damage. The hand however would stun any opponent whose current spirit was not higher than the hardened spirit that Cyril wielded in battle. With an increased speed of his own Cyril dashed forward swinging his rather large hammer downward with incredible force at the kneecaps of his current opponent. Cyril kept incredible balance as he swung the hammer paying close attention to how his own body moved in relation to his opponents. If it was one thing Cyril was always anticipating it was a counter attack. It had become increasingly easier to keep a good fighting stance due to his new found power over the basic elements of physics. Gravity was his plaything, and he definitely enjoyed the game.

Cyril smirked right away at Seraph as he spoke very clearly to his opponent. "Pray." The air around them whipped in a spiral as Cyril's reiatsu exploded. The sands of Hueco Mundo were in an uproar as Cyril's Bankai was finally released. His war hammer contorted in his hand, grew thinner, and changed its form becoming a shimmering black Scythe. His eyes opened as a his face contorted into a maniacal grin. His speed now increased once again allowing him to sidestep Sereph's Cero blast. He readied his own as he dashed forward in a low crouching position. With his palm flat out in the air he fired off a counter Cero at his Vizard opponent. The red tirade rocketed towards his opponents midsection at an even higher speed than the blast fired at him. His eyes burned with fury with an obvious blood lust that had not been quenched in far too long. Cyril would take pleasure in drawing blood from his opponent. Though he must give the enemy some credit for he had not planned on unveiling his Bankai so early. The best laid plans often go arry however and this would suffice for Cyril. Using his own speed and near hovering movement that his zanpaku tou's abilities allowed him Cyrill spun in a circle looping his massive Scythe with incredible force and speed planning on burying his blade deep within his opponents shoulder. He had never planned on killing his opponent even from the start. What good could this man do if he were dead. No he was far more useful telling others about his encounter with the perfect creation. The name Cyril Leviathan would become a name that was feared. A name that was perfectly synonymous with Tra'al. This man was the first to witness the divine power that was being molded by the members of Tra'al. If only Van Argiano was watching right now. Besides He may have taken some slight pleasure at the idea of maiming and torturing his opponents. It was far more gratifying that simply ending their life. That was something that had to be earned with blood, and this man has not yet paid his debt.

(OOC: I aimed for non-life threatening areas, so you can post however you want. But I wont kill you. I just wanted to maim him a little. At least that way you can heal your wounds later on.)

The horns of Cyril's Vizard mask began to crack first. Splitting the mask in two before the rest of it crumbled into tiny pieces that now lay at his feet. He listened to Seraph speak for a moment and erupted with psychotic laughter. "You really assume that this is my full power? This is but a mere glimpse into my perfection. I have done you two favors at this point! I have spared your life, and given you the opportunity of a lifetime. You are the first to take a peak into the eyes of a god. Or perhaps maybe I am the Devil? Either way you could never hope to defeat me. You are out classed, but I will give you some thanks. I was in dire need of a warm up. I was beginning to feel like I was losing my edge. But believe me. We will meet again, and on that day you will die. For you see I am a member of Tra'al. And yes I do know Van Argiano. He has and continues to make me what I am now. The Perfect Creation. I don't know who you are, or who you are affiliated with, but know this. I care only for glory and blood. Both of which I can carve out of the flesh of your back. You are pathetic making prophetic statements that you clearly cant back up. So with this final word I give you a warning. Do not confuse my mercy with weakness. Do not assume because we are both Vizard we can be friends. Most importantly do not assume you frighten me in any way, or that you are even on the same level as me. Mind your power, your words, and your distance from me. For if you do not, it will be the last mistake you ever make." Cyril pushed the man lightly in the chest as he laughed to himself brushing past the an as he walked away. His peculiar robes waved lightly behind him as he strolled past Seraph who must have been somewhat shocked by Cyril's reaction. If he was anything like Cyril he wouldn't be used to reactions like that from people who very well could be facing death head on. His blue eyes seemed to twinkle with delight at what had just transpired. It had been so long since he had fought anyone, that despite what he had just said, Cyril had fun. why had the man asked about Van Argiano? The thought Cyril had always assumed was that Van was rather low key. In fact of all the time they had spent together he rarely saw Van with anyone outside of Tra'al, let alone being away from Cyrill for very long. Sure there was a few moments here and there when Cyril would train by himself but those couldn't have been for more than a day. Either way the Arrancar scientist was just full of surprises around every corner. Come to think of it one thing in particular struck Cyril a bit odd. Van had an addiction to sweets. It wasn't that out of place per say in Soul Society, but this was Hueco Mundo. He rarely saw anyone eat normal food here. Then again Cyril had high doubt that Van Argiano's candy was normal in anyway. The thought escaped him as soon as it had entered his head. So with a smirk on his face Cyril let out a soft sigh of happiness as he shouldered his scythe and continued to walk across the sands of Hueco Mundo.

Cyril turned his head only and spoke in a serious somber tone. "Oh, I see. You think I have been manufactured this way because of Van? You are such a fool. That notion would be a bit out of place. Yes I have been under his teachings, however he has been merely observing my training. He records my data to specifically create experiments tailor made for me. So you see, you are nothing to me. You wish to join us? I confess myself disappointed. For Tra'al members do not fight each other. I look forward to spilling your blood for your insolence. So do yourself a favor, run along before you dive head first into a pit of suffering you could not imagine. Of course if you prefer I could just kill you now and get things over with? I suggest you just cling on to the sliver of life that I so graciously left you with. When I throw a dog a bone I dont expect it to ask me what flavor it is. It should promptly say thank you and shut its mouth before it gets put down. Did you expect me to bring him to you. To introduce you to him with open arms. You live a fairy tale existence, but there is no happy ending on the horizon for you. Are you such a fool that you can't realize that he has been watching all along. I told you, he hasn't experimented on me, yet. But he is always watching. You want to meet him so badly, you will get your chance. But this is the last time Ill say this to you. Do not pretend like we are friends. I want nothing more from you than your blood. One day that imagination of yours is going to get yourself killed. You are not my brother. You are my enemy."

A wave of jubilation flooded over Cyril's body as he heard Seraphs words. As if he needed an excuse to kill him, yet there it was neatly packaged and delivered with a bow on top. He felt elated at the idea that his mentor had been insulted as well as declaring himself an enemy of Cyril's. It was like a party was just thrown in Cyril's honor. Nothing could and would have made him happier. He just didn't know what it was but he flat out hated everything about Seraph. It almost made him feel a bit sick in the stomach to even consider himself of the same race with the man. Yet once again like a jolt of excitement the idea of having an enemy to kill was all he could think about. He had toyed with him in the last fight , and the next would be far different. He was amused at playing with Seraph, allowing the Vizard to believe he was in the same league as him. However he would relish in the day when he bled the man dry. Graciously relieving him of any small and fleeting ties he had with life. It was in Cyril's opinion that people like that really shouldn't be allowed to live anyway. But alas his time was growing thin and he felt it was time to return to Tra'al and celebrate his victory in the only way he knew how. Training for the next fight. As well as drinking copious amounts of alcohol and sleeping with women. Violence, women, and alcohol. Was there anything more to life? Not as far as Cyril was concerned. Moving his arms in a movement like pulling open an invisible line in the air Cyril opened a Garganta and swiftly entered the portal and headed in the direction of Tra'al.

Having headed from Sanctuary, Seijin decided to kill a little time and continue on with her travels through out Hueco Mundo, Yawning lightly to herself she noticed that everything looked exactly the same, Sighing weakly she wondered if there was anything to do. Like before all of the other hollow were leaving the only female Vizard alone. Looking at her surroundings she had almost no idea where she had been, with her bad luck she was bound to find some other secret hiding space for Vasto and Arrancar, although this time she was ready for a fight, she had one hand onto the handle of her Zanpoku Tou just in case something were to take place around this old deserted area. She then noticed one of the hollow from before, it was the loud mouth one, tilting her head to the side she looked in wonder ebfore scratching her cheek, although he was a loud mouth she considered him pretty weak.

Seijin mainly kept to herself, having had her eyes shut at the moment although she did feel the other person's presence drawing closer, keeping a hand onto her blade she opened her blood crimson hues only to look at Agito, tilting her head to the said when realizing who it was she let the hand on her sheathed blade fall. "Oh...it's you, the loud one from before...." She told him with a blank expression on her face, still examining over the boy's features as she then noticed the smile on his face. "....What's with the smile? Something funny?"

Seijin simply crossed her arms over her chest and tilts her head to the side curiously. Seeing the odd yet innocent smile on Agito's face but knew all too well that it was fake since she gave the same most on several different occasions. Although he did seem a lot different from before. Smirking lightly when being questioned on her dropping her guard she could only chuckle a little. "Yeah, that's pretty much it....unless you can prove me otherwise." She told him, wondering who Yasumori was, probably the name of his blade. Seeing the boy rev up his regalia she grins, now she wasn't the only person that could skate. When being asked for her name she simply nods her head. "Seijin Nazo, Black Adjuchas Vizard...Sei for short." She introduced herself, liking how the title rolled off the tongue. Taking a little more interest in the boy now she looks from his skates back to his face. "And you are?........."