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Post by Sam on Jul 18, 2010 8:43:55 GMT -5
Lluvia had done something far beyond simple teasing, seeing the reaction of Nnoitra was evidence enough. She was scared, not sure what to do. It seemed that she wasn't going to become solid anytime soon but that was before her eyes spotted Hercule.
Hercule was not about to let Nnoitra ignore him just because he was careless and got distracted. He was the opponent at the moment and he would show him the error of his direction. He gripped his hammer, placing it in both his hands, and lifted it up over his head. "Crack, Tormenta Escarabajo!" He slammed his hammer down, hitting the ground in a massive hit. It caused cracks to form as golden reiastu covered Hercule.
It was an amazing sight to see, his body began a form of de-evolution as his already insect like body began to change. It changes to look more insect like, a large horn begins to protrude out of his forehead, and two large pincers grow from each of his cheeks. An extra set of arms grow underneath his original set as his fingers on those arms seemed to combine into three large claws.
He zoomed over to Nnoitra's side a lot faster then before and stared at him for a moment before he outstretched his arms allowing all four of his hands to glow golden. "Atronar!" He said before he slapped both set of hands for a close range enhanced version of golden sonic waves.
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Post by nnoitra on Jul 19, 2010 1:44:09 GMT -5
As the words left Hercule's lips and the ground felt shaking beneath their feet, Nnoitra turned his head over his shoulder to take a look at what was going on. His large weapon still in his hands, he was taking in deep breaths with his repetitive attacks and beating the air instead of Lluvia.
His snake like eye was widened visibly, his small iris was locked on the Bug-man; feeling this heavy reiatsu over his shoulders. Just like before how he sensed his power with a simple touch to the ground, it actually was not a surprise. But watching the other arrancar's resurrecion was something else. His insect like features were more obvious now with those pinchers and even an extra pair of arms. A mad laughter was heard from Nnoitra, it was almost hysterical. He found this amusing, so very amusing. But at least, his attention seemed to turn away from the pet now.
"I'll just need ta squish you like a bug, then!" His laughter continued until he got hit by double effected Atronar. His curvy tipped boots didn't really remain his position, the fifth Espada was blown away a few good miles. Once he came to a stop, the arrancar was on his knees; upper body bent forward and inky hair was running down over his face like a curtain, hiding his expression. The top of his Espada uniform was ripped and destroyed in many places, his skinny arms were now bare; but the cuff like bracelets remained around his wrists. His large spoon shaped hood was no more.
Steam seemed to rise from his body, as Nnoitra twitched with pain; trying to straighten himself on his hands. "Tch. If you have two pairs of arms, we shoulda make this equal." He grumbled and rose up on his feet, pale skin bruised and his lean form was wounded to a degree. Swinging his large scythe forward, he woke it up.
"Pray, Santa Teresa." His reiatsu covered around him, his body shifting with the resureccion. There wasn't really too much changes other than an extra set of arms and crescent moon shaped horns, one was longer than the other. Now his huge and heavy double crescent scythe was gone, Nnoitra held one regular scythe in each hand.
Not waiting even for a moment, he ran at Hercule; swinging his each weapon in different seconds, so his arms wouldn't clash in the way and this way, he wouldn't give his opponent any moment to recover. He still was going to get back at that woman, but his four armed opponent came first. He was a worthy opponent, indeed and Nnoitra never missed such a chance to battle a powerful arrancar.
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Post by Sam on Jul 21, 2010 1:19:18 GMT -5
Hercule watched as his attack hit his opponent, launching him so far away. However his joy would have to wait, for Nnoitra unleashed his Resurreccion and he was impressed. He was an insect, just like him, but to a lesser extent.
As Nnoitra ran toward him, he did the same. He punched forward with the opposite hand of Nnoitra's blades to exchange hits. Each time a blade was blocked by his arm, it caused a cut to emerge, but it also allowed him to punch forward. Each punch was at full force, his opponent deserved that much.
As the Espada of pride, his goal was to shatter the pride of his opponents. It wouldn't take too long for him to do so with Nnoitra, all he had to do was knock him out and leave him in his defeat. It's time. He thought as he went for his counter assault. Not only was he attacking with his punches, making them much faster then before, but he started to stab forward with his horn, but that wasn't all that was happening with his horn.
It began to glow with cobalt energy, each passing second the glow became brighter until he stopped the assault and pushed his head back. alt]"Poder del cuerno!" His wings came out, a spiral energy swirled around him, and he went forward. He attempted to hit Nnoitra with his large horn in hope to knock the pride away.
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Post by nnoitra on Jul 21, 2010 9:48:18 GMT -5
His Cheshire cat grin was wide, the sweet adrenaline was rushing all over his body in a way he was pleased. There was nothing better than a good fight in the world. Nnoitra lived up for the said purpose and wanted to become stronger.
The strongest.
Soon he was laughing madly, something he couldn't really stop himself doing during battles. He was in a good mood. All four arms were raising up and down to slash at Hercule madly, there was no real special technique under this adrenaline ridden actions. Each slash was drawing more and more blood from his opponent and it was driving the fifth Espada crazy... In a good way. At least that was how he thought.
His laughter got even louder, Nnoitra was really having fun. Sooner or later, he would start to chop those arms off and the sweet victory would be his. Then maybe his rank even would be moved higher.
But his crimson visioned actions were giving him an opening again. He didn't even move back, when his opponent started to glow in a brighter shade. Nnoitra spent enough time around other powerful arrancars to know Hercule was going to pull out a special move. But whatever it was, Nnoitra wasn't afraid. Fear was a word he wasn't really familiar with. He could take whatever was coming.
And so he did. The spiral energy contacted his abdomen, maybe in a bit too painful way. It was able to knock the breath off of him, making the taller arrancar gasp for air. It was then his good eye was widened, his senses were finally coming to a realization. His so very trusted hierro was not succeed to block the attack. As his head was lowered down, Nnoitra could see he was stabbed in the stomach; pierced like a piece of paper and it even got off from his back.
Maybe it was frustration which hit him most than the pain itself. But his everlasting smile was no longer there, completely leaving it's place to surprise and disappointment. His hold on his scythes were loosened until no more, each dropped down silently against the soft sand."F*ck." Nnoitra was able to curse under his breath before falling down to his knees, a pair of hands were around the bleeding wound; as the rest of his arms seemed hanging from his shoulders.
It hurt like hell, but what hurt more was his pride. His one eye was still locked down to his abdomen, inky hair flowing down over his shoulders.
He seemed not in a condition to get up, but he was gritting his teeth in between sharp gasps. "This isn't over yet." One hand went to reach a scythe slowly, it was doubtful if he really could move further. But Nnoitra's stubbornness wasn't something to be looked down at.
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Post by Sam on Jul 22, 2010 4:37:19 GMT -5
Hercule stood over Nnoitra, his shadow over coming the stubborn Arrancar as he reached for his weapon. The blood on his horn streamed down to his face as drips fell to the ground, absorbing the crimson liquid. "This is no the end for you, but just a new beginning. Unlike others I have fought, you still hold pride as a warrior, for this reason alone I won't kill you." Hercule had no pity in his eyes as he stared down at his defeated opponent. He struck down one of his prides but not all.
Lluvia appeared beside Hercule, emerging from his back as if she were there the entire time. "I have informed the medical ward of his injuries, they should be here to pick him up in a moment, Hercule-sama." He adjusted her glasses up her nose once more out of habit before she looked at her clip board once more.
She didn't look at Nnoitra, it would probably only infuriate him further. She knew he was ugly on the inside but he still had his pride and that alone kept her from looking down at him. "Shall we go, Hercule-sama?" She asked with her calm toned voice.
Hercule nodded toward Lluvia as he gave Nnoitra one last look. "I look forward to our next match Nnoitra." This fight gave him a new drive to form a rivalry with a fellow Arrancar. Not many have shown their worth in the field of combat and it had been some time since he had to use the power horn move. It was a refreshing turn around.
The two walked off as they left Nnoitra with his time alone. What would go on in that head of his? Would he think that leaving him alive was an insult or would this give him the drive he needed to get stronger? Only he knew, but for now Hercule needed his lunch and Lluvia was happy to serve.
{Exit}
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Post by nnoitra on Jul 23, 2010 2:20:01 GMT -5
His hand was able to hold the hilt of one of his weapons, but the fifth Espada didn't have the power to lift it to make a slash. He just remained down on his knees in a half bent position, drawing in sharp breaths.
He was already gritting teeth, when Hercule refused to go on. This was simply insulting. It was the worst insult to be treated as someone who wasn't worth fighting. His words about pride... Hell, Nnoitra didn't give a damn. He was never a man to rely on words. Actions and fighting meant a lot more than simple words. Now he wasn't able to go on as much as he wanted so, Nnoitra stayed at his point; defeated.
A loud cry out filled the air, as the two walked away. It was a scream of frustration. A scream of disappointment. And despair. His white knuckles were clenched, fisting the sand under his hands.
After moments, the fifth Espada collapsed forward in a half-unconscious state, his body shifting back to it's original form. Dark crimson blood and inky hair made a sharp contrast with the desert's pale shade.
But like he said before... This wasn't over yet.
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