Brothers and Sisters of the Sword: Team Ningensei vs. Team Zealot

For the moment, nothing mattered.

The screaming of the crowd that waited for the blood of the battle to be spilled was non-existent. The decorations, lights, and fireworks could not be seen to their blind eyes. They stared at their enemies, the only thing in their minds at that point. Nothing else mattered but the fight, the power put into the fight, and how they were going to beat their opponents. Other than the ring itself, the only thing that the teams could possibly be seeing was each other.

Team Ningensei and Team Zealot - the brother and sister Arrancar.

Koyuki began the announcement of the fighters to be called, and to whom would soon slay eachother in the ruthless display, or... whoever was rang out. "Let the challangers come foward, choose a member of your team, and designate who will be fighting." "The rules are simple, fight until the opponent dies, a ring out of 10 seconds, or forfeit."

Team Zealots murmured between themselves, Isabella looked over each of the women, intent on finding a key one for the fight, one who wasn't tested in her eyes yet. Fuerte... Isabella moved out of the circle, calling to Koyuki to point out. "The fight shall be Fuerte Silenciar." Pointing the the timid girl, glasses placed on the end of her nose. Walking forward into the arena, Fuerte stood there nervously, ready to play her part in the Tournament ahead. She didn't like fighting, but she'd do it for the prize at the end, if they made it that far.

Koyuki glanced to the other side, "And your fight shall be who, Team Ningensei?"

It was time to put his new abilities to the test. Closing his eyes, Senkaku sighed out of his own nervousness. He knew that both teams would not consider losing to be an option, and would rather fight to the very end. "I guess this mean's I'm up..." He stated calmly, folding his hands into his pockets. "Wish me luck, guys..." Behind him, the team gave their very own signs of encouragement, with Melina and Nnoitra giving the peace sign, and Ggio giving a nod of respect. With that, Senkaku Sonido'd onto the ring to face his opponent.

"Let's make this a good one, shall we?" He asked, trying to keep a friendly aura between himself and his opponent.

"I'll umm... try my hardest in battle." Giving Senkaku a bow, she wasn't perpared for the insueing battle.

Koyuki yelled out to the spectators of both teams, "Alright, let the blood-bath begin!" The battle was now.

The Espada Cross
No restraint.

Taking in a deep breath, Senkaku once again used Sonido to vanish and re-appear above Fuerte, sword having been unsheathed. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he descended upon her, sword swung in a side-strike above the chest. The strength was fueled by two hands, emphasizing his desire of no restraint.

Fuerte looked at the attack, using her own Sonido, she looked at him, Zanpakuto in sheath, she swung an average speed fist towards him, her eyes calculating, she wasn't putting forth an effort into the offensive.

"She's not fighting with her sword?" Senkaku thought in puzzlement, raising his blade up to intercept the fist. The blade cut into her flesh, and the wound would depend on how much force she placed into the attack. But it didn't matter to him; if that was the way she was going to fight, then so be it. Pulling one hand off of his Zanpakuto, he lifted a finger to point at the other Arrancar. A small sphere of reishi formed at the tip. Then, he fired it, using the point-blank distance between them as an advantage.

Looking at the wound, it took only a second to heal itself, her Regeneration was unparalleled, that was why she was so willing to enter suicidal combat. Noticing the act, her body motion amplified by Sonido she used the steel flesh to tear into his spiritual coated hand, throwing the blast off course, away from her. Gripping his wrist, she wasn't planning to let him point at her again, other hand drawn back, her Zanpakuto was unsheathed, and now swung to slice off the pesky limb.

Eyes widening, Senkaku quickly moved his blade to intercept Fuerte's, barely keeping it from cutting off his arm. For a moment, he struggled, before he raised a leg and kicked her in the stomach to force her back. "She's able to keep her regenerative properties... this is going to be hell...." He thought, raising his sword once again and rushing towards her. This time, in order to increase the speed of his strikes, he used one hand. Once he was upon her, he unleashed several strikes, slashes, and lunges in order to keep the offensive.

A loud Ooof! was emitted from Fuerte's throat as she was kicked backward, she had timed his reaction time with the first fist, and was seeing how he worked on the offensive. Soon, speed and stamina would be tested... then the real game began for Fuerte. Using the blows to black each strike, she managed to evade most of the slashs using parries, but used her body to dodge when she could. Staying on the defensive, she was analyzing each effort, her gaze counting the strikes down to the millisecond, deducing his capabilities.

Jumping upward, she didn't raise her blade, she instead planned to bring the Zanpakuto up with her, attempting to cut Senkaku open much like a fish on market.

With a simple step back, Senkaku was able to avoid such a fate. As she jumped upward, he reacted reflexively, reaching with his free hand and grabbing the blade. He gritted his teeth as he pulled her back down, letting out an adrenaline-induced growl as he thrusted his sword tip at her coming figure.

Eyes opening wide at the attack, Fuerte pulled her next trick, opening her mouth as she was pulled towards him, a green colored Cero pulsing within, she let out the blast, planning on killing him. ''Spiritual Energy v.s Phyiscal attack? I predict my Cero wins. ''If Fuerte could have smirked with her mouth open, she would have.

"Shit!!!"

Upon the point-blank blast, Senkaku was forced to direct attention towards the Cero, pupils shrinking. He used the strength he could muster up in one arm in order to fight back the attack, but it was no use. It overwhelmed him, consuming him in its explosion of green light.

Watching, she would hold up, pouring more energy into the blast, prolonging it. She would make sure the pressure crushed the opponent. You can't outlast pressure... another surge of spiritual output, increased the blast radius, and added more power to the light green ''Cero. ''Fuerte began to doubt if he would escape it.

As the smoke cleared, Senkaku could be seen on one knee, holding the back of his blade as well as the hilt in two hands. His Hierro had been a strong defense against the initial blast, and now, his blade was cutting the Cero attack in two parts. He narrowed his eyes into the brilliant light. "God, you are scaring me!!!" He shouted, raising a finger up on his hilt. Without hesitation, he fired his own Cero in order to counter hers.

The blast collided, bringing earth into the heavens, shooting high in the air, debris of stone thrown across, the flash of green energy and Senkaku's own had proved a brillent display. Now stopped from her Cero output, she looked at him, somewhat ashamed, strangely. "I don't like fighting, I'm cursed with this fighting spirit." she claimed, Fuerte hated conflict, but she would do what she had to do for the Team, to prove herself to them all, especcially Isabella. "I apologize for any harm that I bring to you." she wasn't going to hold back though...

Her Zanpakuto surging with spiritual energy, seeming to pulse with green power, the blade's length grew, and grew serrated like teeth on the entirety of it's form. "But I must do this." Fuerte finished, rushing forward, Sonido aiding her, the Zanpakuto was amplified now, to cut through solid objects, whether it be Hierro or Zanpakuto. Now infront of him, her blade was drawn to spill his guts in a horizontal stroke.

A weak smile was Senkaku's response. "Don't apologize..." He replied, even as he raised his own sword. He channeled his own reiryoku into the blade, a counter to to the enhanced attack that Fuerte was putting up. His blade swung up to counter hers, and their energies collided once more. "You're not doin' too bad...." With a push of his Zanpakuto, he forced her back, his enhanced strength being put into the effort.

"Alright." she plainly answer, her feet skidding across the ground, being pushed by his strength, her blank stare into his proved that she was still analyzing his tactics, resiliant. "Hmm." watching the effort, she used the teeth of her Zanpakuto's serrated edge to grip his Zanpakuto in a lock, twisting it, she perpared to disarm him, other hand ready, she threw a single slashing wave of green Bala towards his legs, either way, he couldn't block both top and lower. One last thought came to mind, she perpared two more slashes of Bala, aimed at his waist.

"Eeeeeh!" Senkaku blurted, leaping up immediately to avoid the Bala. Then, he used a Sonido to vanish away from her and a far distance away. Pointing his sword towards her, he unleashed another Cero upon her by firing the reishi from the tip of his sword. The Bala attacks weren't as dangerous in power as the Cero, but its speed could easily catch him off guard if he wasn't careful.

"Hmmm..." again, her toneless thinking began once more, timing the speed of his producing the Cero, she had seen it enough to calculate the time. "Not going to work anymore on me."

Rushing out of the area using Sonido, she produced a Bala on her Zanpakuto, instead of sending it out as a bolt, she used the Bala produced as a whip like extension, lashing towards Senkaku's eyes, a crack of the 'whip' enhanced Zanpakuto, lead to another Bala being produced by it. Smiling, Fuerte was proud of her few skills.

"Is that so...?" Senkaku commented, using his own blade once again to intercept the sword. However, he gritted his teeth this time, the energy proving to give him much more of a tougher time than the regular attacks. "Then I guess it's time to switch tactics..." He would use the skills that his "mother" had taught him, in order to increase his effectiveness on the battlefield. "Bakudō 43!" Fields of light came from his Zanpakuto, wrapping themselves around Fuerte in a crushing prison. "Hikariori!" Its power slowly began to tighten around the body of his opponent. With enough time, the victim would be crushed to death; the most dangerous Bakudō spell he had to use.

"Gah..." thinking of a way to espace the prison, she had no way to escape, thinking of one solution, she used her blade, using Sonido, she swung the blade in ferocious flurries, shredding away at the imprisonment perpared to hold her and soon crush her, tearing a simple slice through the shield, she smirked, opening her mouth, focused on point, she jabbed both her fists on the shielding, Bala on both of them, perpared to shatter it, if not, she had two back-up plans...

The prison was failing to hold her. However, he didn't have to maintain his hold on it for it to stay active. This way, he would give himself a higher chance of hitting her with the next attack. He raised one hand off of the hilt of his Zanpakuto and aimed it towards the girl. "Hadō 33: Sōkatsui!" A burst of lightning arc with a widespread radius and immense power soared towards his target.

Looking at the lightning, she perpared herself again, spiritual energy would be enough, it was lower then 50, she had a chance. Opening her mouth, a green Cero revealed within her lips, she launched it at her foe, wreaking havoc across the earth in it's way, and soon to be his Hado and Senkaku too.

In order to save his own energy, Senkaku immediately sank from the air to dodge the attack, the green light amazing him for a moment. The energy reminded him so much of his own, for some strange reason.... maybe it was the fact they had the same color? If that was the only reason, that would make him look stupid. With his sword at his side, he landed gently on his feet, looking at his opponent once more.

Eyeing him up and down, she was running out of idea, they could both dodge forever, but one last trick came to mind. Using her Bala she sent two slashes directly at Senkaku. One thing added to it, width. Perparing to slice her foe, the Bala was simply made to reach to the other side, and no escape left or right. Watching if he went up or down, her next attack was perpared.

Instinctively, upon being seemingly sandwiched by two attacks, Senkaku's eyes widened, and he instinctively took to the air in order to save himself. As he did so, he looked down upon the woman. How would he ever break this stalemate of his...? He needed to use all of his tricks before he could go to his Resurrecion, in order to prevent unwasted movements...

Her glasses shining under dim-light, she simply watched hoe he moved, he was jumping. Smirking, What goes up, must come down! opening her mouth once more, another Cero perpared, fleeting, and widened, much like the Bala from before, it ripped apart the arena's sidings, earth roaring, being crushed from the pressure, she was backed up to where he couldn't get behind her, and if he landed, or was infront of her, there was a high-chance of being hit. A surge of energy, causing it to gain strength, she only had one more shot of a boosted Cero.

At the sight, Senkaku's eyes narrowed, and he raised his sword up once more. He raised his own blade up, summoning his own power within the blade. Immediately, it pulsed for a moment, before the blade illuminated with the green-reiatsu flame they were both famous for. With that very energy, he swung down upon the blast, the enhanced cutting edge slicing the Cero in half. "Espada Cero!" He declared, almost proudly - for it was his own creation.

Watching the attack, she had one last plan. Summoning her energy, saying the words for her release state. "''Cry my mother, Solitario Lagrima!" ''her body morphing, water producing underneath her feet, swirling energy blowing, air heightened, it rushed around them, the water producing more and more, her presence creating the very liquid. Large double-tipped spear in hand, bandaged wrapping across the long mid-bar. Armor all over her now, darkened murk brown for it's color. Eye patch replacing the glasses she once wore, hair lost of it's pink tips and now only a silver color. She stood there, the water now dissipated into energy, she was the presence of serenity and command.

"The true battle begins; now."

Our Playground
A smile came across Senkaku's face. "Glad to hear it..." He said in anticipation, raising his sword into the air. "Equalize... Agua!" A violent torrent of his own energy was exerted from his body, almost as if he was the very center for a wildfire. The visage was convincing too; green flames rippled out from him, licking the very air itself. Once again, the beauty of combat would display itself in this state. He could feel the wings sprouting onto his back, and the bone-like armor form around his torso. The Hollow mask fragments formed into the shape of a half-helmet above his head, and his hair extended its growth, growing past his neck. With that very sword, he raised it defensively towards his opponent.

For now... he would try and hide his nature as much as possible, until the time was right...

"Alright then." Surges of water poured from her spear tips, quickly, spiritual energy could be felt from it, all the water that was under her control. Looking to him, the water began to rise, now up to her ankles, the spears seemed to have an endless amount, "Here we go!" The water had arose, seeming to encase the entire field, besides the stands, the water up to her waist, she wasted no time. Her speed was strongly increased, even in the sluggish water. Sonido aiding her, she was directly behind Senkaku, much faster then before, water was sprayed in all directions, filling in where her body had rushed through. Spear tip pointed, she swirled the morphed Zanpakuto, in an arc to tear open his new form's spinal cord.

He didn't trust the water.

As he jerked forward in order to avoid being sliced apart by her sword, he mentally willed any water that was in danger of touching him away. It would be such a miniscule amount, he could safely predict that she wouldn't notice. For all he knew, she could still be analyzing him, and he would have to convince her otherwise. Twisting around, he gripped the hilt of his sword in both hands and unleashed a side-swing back towards his opponent.

Release The Dam of Flooding Tears
My brothers and sisters, let forth the flow of sorrow and despair burst from the stone restraints of emotion.

Fuerte glanced at him, water gathering around her large spear head, she blocked the attack with the intersecting bar of her weapon, the water from the spear creeped along it's entirety, going on to his Zanpakutos' tip, holding tight, the water was pressureizng, squeezing it to her weapon, it was encroaching down his weapon, and soon would engross his body.

Gritting his teeth, Senkaku placed his arm on his sword wrist, fueling another Espada Cero in order to pull himself out of her grip. Then, he commensed to pointing the blade at her once more, starting up and unleashing all of that energy in a regular Cero blast, enhanced by his released form.

Reaching out, she placed her spear forward, her had done this trick with her before, and now she would use his own trick. The spear tip, stabbing into the Cero's path, seperating the blow, allowing her body to feel the pressure, but remain unharmed. Her next trick was pulled out. Senkaku had been analyzed on his speed, his Cero, his defense, and strength, she could measure, time, and weigh out options now. The next trick she had for herself was a doozy.

''"CERO!" a green rush of spiritual pressure was concentrated at the tip of her spear head that was seperating Senkaku's Cero. ''Stronger in her Resurreccion, she unleashed all her fury, whenever Fuerte was in the water, she grew stronger, water was her 'home-terf'.

Senkaku's eyes widened in shock, and he was only barely able to put up his sword in defense before the Cero slammed into him full-force. It slammed him back into the waters that seemed to surround the entire area, his prostrate form causing him to sink into the waters. Instinctively, he held his breath, pushing himself from the Cero's path and rising his waist over the surface. Damn it! He would never get anywhere with this water all around him...

Wait a minute.

Water?

Maybe he had an idea...

Looking to him, this place was waist high in water, she had a whole 'play-ground' to mess around in, and plus, she could always produce more if needed... her Resurreccion held back no fury. She smirked as she looked at his defense, he was all in the water, he was as good as ''hers. '"Mojado Sufrimiento." '''her words mumbled to hersefl, she dipped the tip of her spear into the water, soon, an infectous and rotten color was born into the water, murky and mud like it's color spread, it was pure pollution and toxin in watery form, tainting every inch of the water, all of it was everywhere. If it got in a wound, the eyes, or mouth, it would be it's own personal Hell.

"Now, let use resume." Spear drawn up in a defensive stance, she waited for him to move.

However, Senkaku had seemingly lost his will to reply.

Even as he raised his blade to his chest, the man's eyes immediately widened, and he placed a hand on his chest, struggling to breathe. His mouth quivered, and he started coughing heavily, staggering in the waters. Even then, he struggle to rise out of the toxic water, desperately trying to come out of harm's way.

Watching him, she stayed firm, controlling the course of the water around him, she caused the toxic pools of water to inch up his entire form, perparing to enter through the skin pores, Hierro the only thing in it's way. It would enter through the corner of the eyes, and through the nose and mouth if it could, perparing to drown his body in it's own mirth.

Now, Senkaku was obviously panicked. Immediately, he shot out of the water like a bat out of hell, knowing that staying there would result in his imminent death. However, once he stopped, he began to cough again, clutching his chest in pain. "W...what did you do?!" He demanded, shutting his eyes and trying his best to fight off the feeling.

"What I did, doesn't matter, the only thing you should be worried about, is the overwhelming pain." Fuerte held no disdain, conjuring torrents and coils of water, she rushed the polluted murky water, to swirl it towards him, hoping to crush and drown him at the same time, the pillars of water began to surge and follow him if he moved. At this point, Senkaku would probably know that water was alot worse when it came to Fuerte's techniques.

The situation was getting desperate. A stricken look coming over Senkaku's face, he moved to evade the waters. They hadn't even started this fight, and already it was looking so bad. He had to hurry up and finish it, now! Like a missile, he shot towards Fuerte, sword poised for yet another Espada Cero strike on her person. Backing what he could into the strike, he swung as hard as he could.

Watching him, she waited, analyizng the speed had already been done, she could tell when to strike, parry, or dodge. His desperation made it that much easier. A pillar of water emerged to where his body would be, it was perpared and poised to rise when he attempted to attack her, '''"Aspero Cascada." '''her words a whisper, the pillar of water was acidic, and would open many an entry point for her pollution water, his speed was astonishing, but he couldn't stop in mid-air. "Mine now."

"Damn it...!" He couldn't stop himself, slamming and catching himself into the pillar full-force. There, his body stopped, hanging limply and floating around like a dead fish. His eyes were half-lidded, his front facing Fuerte. He appeared to be dead, the toxins and chemicals working their way into his body. In a matter of moments, he would be finished off, and the battle would be won.

Or, would it?

For at that very moment, the waters that he was trapped in suddenly burst apart, all of them rushing at a projectile-like fashion towards Fuerte.

Fuerte swung the tip of her spear, a motion to control the watery projectiles, sending them off around her body, into the pools of water surronding. Splashs and low pops could be heard as high speed water splashed against still murky liquid. Looking at him, she pulled several large orbs out of the water, spherical in shape, their sludge color coating the interior and exterior. Waiting for his next motion, he was near total analyzation, then, Fuerte would know all she needed to, and attempt to crush him once and for all.

Eyes peering, she waited for his next move patiently, the watery orbs halted in the air, dripping down below to the minature lake of pollution.

Newly freed, Senkaku managed to pull himself out of the water prison, looking up at her. Now, his coughing fit had stopped, and he was now looking up at his opponent with curiosity. "Just how much longer are you going to watch me...?" He questioned casually, using one of his hands to sheath his sword. Then, he pressed his hands together, closing his eyes in concentration.

'''"Corriento Presion." '''ignoring his comment, she was ready. The orbs amplified with a pressurization of the ''Marina Trench. ''The spheres began revolving, ready for the attack.

Tendrils of water snapped towards Senkaku's body, perparing to wrap him, coming from the lake she was in. The orbs were spinning at a high speed, tiny and near invisible droplets splicking across the field, the pressure within each droplet made a dent in the stone colisuem. Smirking, a full impact could take on spiritual energy at this point, watching and waiting; the fight was growing more intense.

"Hadō 88...."

He extended his hands towards the pillars that threatened to wrap around him, all the while flying away to keep his distance. "Hiryugekizokushintenraiho!" Immediately, bolts of lightning shot out of his palms and through the waters with terrifying speed. It wasn't meant to neutralize, of course... but it was meant for one thing that electricity was known for: conduction. With the water that Fuerte was in, this move would serve to be a critically wounding to fatal ending to the fight.

Watching the course of the lightning, using Sonido she removed herself from the pools of water, reaching a good 20 feet in the air, too escape unneccesary. Watching him, she waited, then pulled her spear in swirling motion, the lake of water far beneath her began to swirl in a direction, the force of a soon to be created whirlpool was in the making. Tendrils on hand, still rising and attempting to grasp him, she planned to make every direction a hazard. What she lacked in physical offense, she made up for in ingenuitiy.

Orbs still on the ready, she brought brought all three orbs into one, now merged. A large orb, the size of 15ft in itself, 15ft wide as well. Pressure still in it, she waited to cause it's detonation, an aquatic polluted bomb.

Too focused on avoiding the attacks, Senkaku barely noticed the threat that was looming over him. However, once he took a glance over it, his eyes widened in shock. It was almost in a comical manner; he raised a free hand to put the fingers on the bottom of his lip. "What's she trying to do?" He thought, fearing that he would have to reveal himself sooner than he would've liked.

The tendrils of water halted and dropped, now the orb was ready. The orb was flung directly infront of Senkaku. Water droplets powerful enough to dent stone, toxins in it enough to hospitalize a Shinigami, she was ready.

"Explode."

The orb of pressurized and toxic water exploded infront of Senkaku, each droplet was a testament to a painful death. Your mine this time. Splattering in every direction of the arena, leaving no place untouched.

For a moment, there was dead silence. The toxic waters sprayed in every which direction, splashing the arena grounds and polluting the very earth they should've been standing on. The sphere's explosive properties should've critically wounded him outright, and the toxins would've entered the resulting wounds. From there, it would be a horrifying death, and a rather humiliating defeat. The water from the bomb that Fuerte had delivered fell back into the poisonous depths of the lake, revealing a hunched over figure...

But, then the mist cleared.

There was no scratch on Senkaku. No cuts from the explosion, no signs of poisoning, nothing at all. He stood up straight, breathing heavily and looking a bit shaken up by the attack. "My..." He muttered, his breathing heavy. "That was brutal...."

"You talk too much, wasting your breath is unwise." "I shall show you... my masterpiece of destruction, I've only used it once, so deem your self worthy of seeing it now."

'''"Remolino." '''

Endless water now poured out of her mouth, fueled with spiritual energy of her own, as before. The waist-high water began to rise higher and higher, this technique had flooded a city, it would flood a colisuem. Every once of her strength she put it into, the colisuem was up to it's brim, reaching up to the stands, any spectators moving to the upper rows or teleporting out, this was her and Senkaku's playground now.

Wiping her lips after the water had flooded the place, seeping out here and there, overflowing it's container. The water itself was swirling, a gigantic whirlpool, the waters pressure increased to unearthly levels. A raising of her spear lead to several pillars of water rushing upward, several tendrils of water coming out of each pillar, this place was now an aquatic death-trap.

"Forgive me lost souls..." Fuerte's last words echoed, she waited for him to make a move.

He did.

And all he had to do was raise a finger.

It would be all thanks to the exploding sphere, the omni-directional water attack that was impossible to avoid. In that case, he could safely assume that despite her immunity, she had been splashed by droplets of the toxin waters as well. In that sense, she had helped him set up his next trap and spring it. He willed the power of the water to be summoned to her, visibly hidden by the very air itself. Then, he whispered one word.

"Freeze."

It began without warning. Her limbs began to freeze, first to the skin, and down to the core. He made sure to avoid any vital organs as he made her suffer the full wrath of the water. His eyes were shadowed over, and his body posture was a bit... regretful. He hated to end fights like this... but she was only out to kill him. He lifted his other finger towards her, forming a beam of black reishi at the tip. This, he believed, would be the final move he would make in order to secure victory. He uttered the words that marked the true power of an Arrancar.

"Cero Oscuras."

With that, he unleashed the corruptive energy blast upon her, intending to rain doom upon her very soul.

One though echoed her mind as the ice froze over her body. To affect the water molecules in the colisuem, she could break free; and prevent further ice creation. '"Hirviente Dolor." 'The ice shattered off of her, as her Hierro and body produced boiling heat, melting the water off of her, and causing the lake, pillars, and tendrils she already controlled to boil as well. Further amplifying it, she had added several properties to the water in the area. Toxins, acid, and heat.

Using a burst of Sonido and Garganta Fuerte opened a portal, and quickly vanished through it, closing it soon after to vanish away from the blast zone. Her portal opened out of sight and behind him several feet, the spear at the ready soon after...

"She evaded?!" Senkaku's eyes widened in shock, and he immediately stopped the flow of reiatsu before it could cause too much destruction. He hadn't yet turned towards her, but he was aware of the fact that she was now behind him. However, he was somewhat relieved that she was still alive; he wasn't a man of taking people's lives unless he absolutely had to. Immediately, his hand moved towards his hilt, grasping it to unsheathed his jian blade again.

He wasn't quite done yet.

Desperate Situation
Watching as he attempted to keep from wasting his spiritual energy, she also knew the speed at which he could draw his Zanpakuto now, Fuerte knew he couldn't swing fast enough now, he had wasted too much energy, analyzation complete.

Spear spun horizontally, the blade searing, able to cautarize a wound, or boil blood if neccesary. Swinging it along her form's spinning motion, the speed of her Sonido still aiding her, she crashed the spear's head with brutal power, blade against blade. Her heated up blood and Hierro could sear metal and melt steel. Her free hand grasping his Zanpakuto hand, the heat would be enough to bring him down.

If not; she had tendrils of water springing up to rip him apart, limb from limb.

Senkaku's eyes immediately narrowed, and he gritted his teeth, lifting his free hand up towards her. "Hadō 58: Tenran!" He declared, unleashing a green energy ball at the point-blank range they were at. If this move didn't incinerate her completely, it would critically damage her.

Watching the orb, point-blank was bad range. Opening her mouth would stop it though, twisting her body, in a wrist-lock, Zanpakuto behind his back, the orb was felt near her skin, it would have destroyed her...

Now that she was in her hold, Fuerte behind him in a hand-lock, her other hand, with the spear in it, pulled the mid-bar of the weapon she wielded across his stomach, pressing hard to restrict movement and air. Now in a firm lock hold, she perpared the next strike. Her lips whispering in his ear, "Sorry about this." Her breathing on his neck, spiritual energy concentrated itself, one of her legs thrown through one of his, restricting leg motion. Unleashing a Cero at point-blank was just as effective, but this time, it would be at his neck and head.

Mixed thoughts came through Senkaku's head.

"Shit, I'm gonna die!"

"L...let me go, you bitch!!!"

"Oh, jeez, she's holding me inappropriately..."

Ignoring the blush spreading across his face, Senkaku could feel the spiritual pressure building up behind him, knowing that death would be imminent. He summoned his power to himself again, using it to initiate the freezing upon Fuerte's body once again. As he struggled against her, he could feel his ice began to take over, making it easier for him to break out of her grasp.

Noticing the attack, she allowed the tendrils of water to seep from the ground, grasping his legs, and pulling him down to the murky depths, the water scalding, toxic and pressurized. Her effects on the water lasted as long as she was in her released state.

SPLASH!

He plunged feet first into the water, sinking slowly into its depths. Under normal circumstances, the toxins would've overwhelmed him, and the pressurized water would've crushed his very bones. But his own water manipulation skills allowed him to resist her kiss of death once more, drawing oxygen from the nearest waters that surrounded him. Of course, with both of them being able to manipulate water, he could fend off her attacks as easily as she could. However, that was the very problem; every attack he had dished out, she managed to counter. Every move he made, she analyzed and defeated it. It was a stalemate that would never seem to end.

He reached the bottom of the lake, lying on his back as he looked up at the surface.

It was so easy to give up and surrender, to end this fight now while he still could. After all, it would be only one loss, and his team still had four more chances to win. He had faith in his teammates; they were strong, training themelves up to this very point. But if he didn't put forth his full effort, what would be the point of him even fighting in the first place? If he wanted to prove himself, he had to keep fighting. He had to beat her.

But for now, he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to go into resting thought.

For now, he needed to think of a strategy.

"Hmm..." Pondering the thoughts, she was going to have to crush him with other means. Dipping her spear into the lake of water, adding spiritual pressure from her released form into it, planning to crush him in every term, this would amplify all her techniques previously, to be increased three fold. Waiting and watching, she planned for him to die down there, if he made it out, she was running out of ideas...

Soon, she would find out if he could make it out or not.

He felt her spiritual pressure come down on him, and he responded with his own, exerting it to counter hers. He lifted his hands upward once again. He concentrated heavily on the waters around him. Upon his own will, they began to heat up, the temperature steadily climbing without end. He couldn't see clearly what was going on, but he knew the results of such an effect: a fog was now being generated around his surfaced opponent, obscuring the view.

Fuerte looked around, smirking the fog didn't matter, the eye-patch she wore filtered out the smoke-screen, holding unto his spiritual power, locking onto it, she wasn't looking away, frowning, he would run out of breath soon anyway, either that, or he would have to forfeit by default, his team would lose faith in him soon anyways.

"Idiot." her words mumbling, her presence firm, she was going to take him down and prove to her team just how strong she could be when she needed to be.

"Here we go..."

He took the jump.

In that very mist that he had created around her, parts of it flew towards her, merging together and freezing into a shape: daggers. Each one, made of ice, had been sharpened to the maximum, and could cut through even the most fortified defense. It consisted of not only one - but thousands that swarmed upon her in all directions. He had the fear that the stalemate effect would come into play again, but since she seemed to be so focused on him, it was worth a shot - an omni-directional attack, with little to no means of escape.

Her gaze snapped up, he was out of the water, perparing for the next strike, the corner of her eye noticed the spiritual energy in the mist around her. A trick?! her stress forming, she had to come up with a quick plan. Noticing the daggers of ice form, she had little reaction time, unable to form a thought-out plan, she yelled out. "Hirviente Dolor!" her body produced a high amount of heat, melting the very air itself, a protective 'barrier' formed, her blood and Hierro nearly lit aflame and boiling, her regeneration was at it's hardest to keep her concious through the self-induced pain, she should have been perpared, and maye Fuerte would not have had to make a risky barrier. The ice daggers melted and it's water dropped below, her form physically exhausted, the pain visible on her facial features, and shaking body.

"Ni-..." Fuerte couldn't even finish her words.

For at that very moment, Senkaku had made his move.

The Grand Finale
All it took was a simple Sonido behind her, the lifting of his sword, and a cutting strike that slashed deeply across her back. He watched as blood spilled between them, staining the lake below their feet. His eyes once again held that regretful look. "I'm sorry...." He whispered to her, almost in the same manner that she had done to him. "But you're not the only one who hates to lose in times like this..." Her exhaustion would prevent full use of her regeneration, though he also hoped his strike had not been enough to kill her in cold blood. He was a fighter... not a murderer.

Hissing as the strike hit her, she had taken a strong blow, and the slice through her back had grazed close to her spine. Fuerte gulped, realising she was at a disadvantage, she was reassured to hear that he wasn't a murderer, albeit, had she not had as good regeneration as she did, Fuerte would have died then and there. Dropping her double-tipped spear, falling downward and plunging into the water below. Turning around, she placed her searing flesh against his hand, gripping it, and twisting the Zanpakuto to rip it from his hand. Her left hand went to his throat, gripping it with her last strength. "We both can't win or lose, I'm glad to have met someone like you, your an honorable fighter...but I have to end this."

The lake below, formed several typhoon sized pillars, crashing unto Senkaku and Fuerte's bodies, engulfing them in the lethal water, a smile the only thing on her face, eyes closed, the lake was now gone, all the water from it, forming a large sphered dome around them, the poison... the scalding heat, and now the finishing touch. Her last orb had exploded with large damage, with them at the center of it, it would be the final act of their fight. Her words not coming out in the water, only the thought-command.

Explode.

And the sphere of lethal water did, an implosion of water, it would crush their bodies, and the explosion outward would finish them off. Fuerte had a smile the whole time, but at this point, she was sure she would die...

"NO!"

It was only the fact that she had said the command itself that Senkaku could act in time. Shutting his eyes, he ripped free from the grasp on his neck, pushed against her, and enveloped her in a tight embrace. With his own powers, he used his own manipulation of the water to force the majority of the pressure back from them. It took all of his effort not to pass out, the exertion taking a heavy toll on him. But he was stubborn; he would never allow him or her to die, even if she was his opponent. Because that's all she was to him - an opponent... not an enemy.

As their influence over the water faded, it began to disappear as well, leaving the water-logged area as a result. With Fuerte in his arms, Senkaku stumbled towards the ground, panting in exhaustion. Inwardly, he berated her for the seemingly desperate attempt, but he couldn't help but admire her tenacity. Had he had lesser energy, this would've surely been a draw rather than his bare victory. Gently, he set her down on her side, wondering if she was still conscious...

Slowly, Fuerte's eyes drifted open, staring at him, she knew she had lost, but the bright lights and blurring vision almost made her believe she had died. Ironic, even if she died, she envisioned her fate was Hell, all those souls she had taken because of simple 'orders'. A gulp and cough, water pouring out of her throat, her eyes closed in pain, Resurreccion vanished, Fuerte had been bested in combat, she had tried, and somehow lost in the end. Fuerte's eyes slowly winced open, staring at Senkaku, not knowing why he had chosen to protect her. "Wh-why'd you protect me?" her voice crackling, light from exhaustion.

Koyuki looked to the two, noticing the fight drawing to it's last breath, she was on the verge of declaring victory to Senkaku.

The spectators and teams made it back to their spots, the water now only dampening the arena, and leaving small puddles of dirty water. Isabella looked on in dissappointment, the others were worried about her fate.

Calmly, Senkaku sheathed his sword and looked over at her for a moment, smiling a little. He shrugged lightly. "Well, one, because I wanted to... and two, for you to face such a loss and throw your life away would be heavily disappointing. I only hope this defeat can help you learn from your mistakes..." After he spoke those words to her, he turned away from her, lowering his head and wiping away the smile. With one of his arms, he raised a fist in the air - his very own signal to assure everyone that victory was now his.

He had gotten away with his life, and he was the last one standing.

He would put faith into his teammates for doing the rest.

"Doesn't matter really, defeat is defeat, and my team leader was right, looks like I was a waste." Sighing, she stood up on her own, causing him to look over his shoulder at her. "A pleasure fighting with you, and congratulations..." her voice sullen, returning the Isabella the loser was as good as dying, she would most likely leave with more then her pride shattered. Beginning her walk off, Team Zealot was waiting for her at their corner's set-up.

Koyuki granted the victory to Senkaku, "And the winner is the Arrancar, Senkaku Ningensei! What a fantastic fight that awed the senses, one left the loser, the other, a worthy winner, congratulations!" "With that said folks, let's give the teams time to rest, and get the next fight started!"

On the corner where Team Zealot resided, Fuerte was about to get a brief and harsh scolding from an irritated and condenscending Isabella.

Senkaku himself, however, would have no such harsh greeting.

As his Resurrecion faded, and he staggered off of the stage, he was instantly caught by a strong arm, courtesy of a grinning Nnoitra. "Well, what's this?" He said mockingly. "Water boy's alive and kicking? I was putting money on you being dead by now.."

This made Senkaku chuckle, leaning onto the tall Arrancar for support. "Disappointed? I thought I was gonna die too, for a moment, there..."

"SEN-CHAN!"

Immediately, after he was propped back up, Melina trapped him in an affectionate embrace, much to both his disdain and relief. "YOU WON, YOU WON, YOU WON!!!" She squealed happily. Although Ggio and Hermosa remained silent, mostly due to their composure, they had their arms folded across their chests and smiling a little - their own way of congratulations.

Isabella was the first to meet Fuerte, a clear disdain and dissappointment on her face. "Looks like you failed, congratulations." her voice clear with spite, she cast Fuerte little attention, these last words being uttered by Team Zealot's leader, "I guess the others had too much faith in you, your still a failure, and still the monster, leave whenever you feel like it." Isabella's gaze broke off, perparing to select the next fighter, her bitter venom had touched the tender Fuerte, who sulked off towards the rest of the group.

Bailarin and Tristeza hugged the wounded Fuerte, Fuerte's own eyes watering, insult upon injury had done enough damage to her, Bailarin added a soothing answer, to hopefully counter Isabella's. "Listen, you did great out there, no one can be the best, and ignore whatever Isabella says, your not a monster, not in the least." swiping away the tears from her face, Bailarin hoped that would cheer her up. Nacido only watched, taking her spot near her master, crossing her arms, one defeat for Team Zealot. Four more matches to go.

Koyuki yelled to both corners, "Alright, both Teams, please select your next fighter, let round two, begin!"

"Sen-dono..."

A weakened Senkaku looked over at Hermosa, as she slowly got to her feet. She dusted herself off for a moment. "This may sound selfish of me... but I believe I should go next." She said softly. "Every one of you have gotten to show their full effort at least once, except for me."

As Melina rested him against a rock, he nodded. "Sure thing... you know where the ring is, right?"

"Yeah..."

Just in pre-caution, Melina walked over and wrapped one of Hermosa's arms in hers, guiding her over to the ring. Once she took the step forward, the escort let go of her. "Good luck, Hermosa-chan..." She whispered, stepping back in order to tend to Senkaku.

Isabella looked on, the next incomer was blind...easily noted by the aid from another team-member, but she had to have skills, she could count several Arrancar and Shinigami that were strong, despite their handicaps. Looking to the rest of them, she gave them a nod. "Tristeza, it's your turn, break her apart, and try to compensate for Fuerte's failure." Tristeza grew angered at Isabella's comment of Fuerte, she never knew when to stop...

Walking to the center ring, Tristeza held her bladed fan, held together and unopened, strapped to her thigh. Glancing to her fight, the battle was about to begin.

Koyuki glanced to Hermosa, an odd expression covered her face. "It... umm, appears the fighters have come foward...?" her statement a near question, Koyuki shrugged it off, and brought down the next battle, throwing the cheers to the crow. "And now, this fight is..." looking at her notes, she smiled as she found the names. "Tristeza Desgaste v.s Hermosa Savanna!" "Let the blood-bath, begin!"

Second Match, Tristeza v.s Hermosa
''Justice is blind, but fate is cruel. The winds of destiny shows no emotion to it's partcipants, let the actions of our souls carve out who we are.''

Hermosa's eyes were shadowed over, hands at her sides. Through her bangs, she was "looking" at Tristeza quite clearly, though her blindness prevented her from actually seeing her opponent. Despite this, she stood, straight as a wall. The loss of sight was not a problem for her, and she could compensate quite easily for it. Lifting her hand up, she grasped the hilt of her Zanpakuto, but didn't unsheath it just yet. "Your master sounds quite cruel..." She commented, but holding no pity towards the girl whatsoever. "Berating a beaten ally like that."

Tristeza nodded, her own hand on her fan, holding it to be drawn out. "She's not my master, only a team leader, and a foolish one as well. Fuerte is a good soul, much better then most, Isabella is more the monster of any of us." Drawing her Zanpakuto, in the shape of a fan out, seperating it's width to show off each blade, preparing herself, taking an exhale, her breathing was done, spiritual pressure exerted, holding nothing back, she waited for Hermosa to make the first move.

"I see..." Hermosa said. "Regardless... because of the harshness you will face if you're defeated, I'll be merciful. I'll kill you before she even has a chance to think about scorn." Her words weren't meant to be boastful, but rather warning her opponent that she would not be so life-considerate as Senkaku had. She unsheathed her own blade, pointing it in the air with one hand for a moment. Then, she tensed up.

"Here I come."

Then, in the next moment, she was gone. Her figure immediately re-appeared behind Tristeza, swinging the cutting edge down upon her head.

Tristeza was on par with Hermosa's speed. Smirking, she raised her hand directly above her head, fan opened to parry the blow, using her strength to hold back the force; keeping Hermosa held in the air in that particular pose. "Impressive speed for a blind girl, but I don't take other's advice, I'd kill her before she killed me." exerting more spiritual pressure from her body, Tristeza spun Hermosa's Zanpakuto wielding hand, to twist her into a convulting throw.

As she was forced back, Hermosa couldn't help but note the use of spiritual pressure as a physical weapon. As she was spun around, she allowed herself to twist in an acrobatic matter. As she was forced back, she extended a free hand for herself to catch the ground and recover. She flipped back onto her feet, sword in one hand.

Tristeza opened one hand, fueling spiritual pressure into it, a single Bala, was emerging in her free hand's palm. The Bala morphed from a simple spear shape, spiritual energy flaring off of it, Tristeza could morph her Bala into what shape she wanted. The spear in hand, she squeezed it, giving it more spiritual pressure, perpared to pierce through spiritual defenses, or a Hierro. Further added for an explosive display, Tristeza would show off her skills, hoping to make Isabella eat her words.

Throwing the spear-morphed Bala at Hermosa, the pressure hidden under a spiritual cloak, she wanted her handicapped blindness to be further by spitirual blindness.

This was where her other senses kicked in. Though she couldn't sense it coming, Hermosa could hear the whizz of the Bala as it raced towards her. With a simple side-step, was able to avoid being impaled by the blast. In quick succession, she raised her sword and swung repeatedly, unleashing several Bala blasts over own back at her opponent. She used the source of where the spear-shaped blast was last fired in order for her "crosshair".

Smirking, Tristeza used Sonido, her body twisted to reappear and appear, side-stepping the Bala that Hermosa had flung at her, the accuracy was pin-point, but Tristeza's body was faster. Swinging her fan in an arc, blades of silent air slashed across the distance between she and her opponent, perparing to shred through the blind Arrancar's body.

A short gasp came from Hermosa's lips. The only thing that had tipped her off was the sound of Tristeza's swinging of the fan. Instinctively, she ran to the side, effectively avoiding the slashing blades as they collided with the ground. In response, she once again swung her blade to fire several more Bala at her opponent.

Using her Sonido several times, the static sound heard, evading the Bala, meant to dizzy and confuse her opponent, her last Sonido lead to Tristeza leaping off the ground, only the tip of her toes pushing her, body motion silent, she perpared to slice open Hermosa from the chest-up.

Hermosa's eyes half-lidded. "Nice try..."

When Tristeza came close to her, she side-stepped once again, reaching over to grasp her sword wrist. A flash... no.... a picture raced through her head. She kept the grip on her... short, peach-colored hair, crimson eyes, and a rather young complexion. Despite her tough voice, the woman didn't seem like the brutal fighter that she had been expecting. Nevertheless, it was good to see the arena again, albeit it only being due to Hermosa's grip on her. In the palm that gripped her wrist, a purple Cero formed into a sphere.

She unleashed that energy at the point-blank range that they were at.

Tristeza had one thought in mind; break her leg. Watching, she pulled her heel up, slamming the heeled boot into Hermosa's leg, slamming it, Bala incasing the foot to further offense. One other motion came into play, using her free arm, she twirled her body to slam her elbow directly unto Hermosa's nose, planning to break it as well. Speed and spiritual applied to her body, this would be fun, and the attack should falter.

Though not enough to kick though her own tough Hiero, the first attack caused Hermosa to gasp again, her knee buckling under her strength. In turn, this caused the Cero to falter, and she missed her target by a millimeter thanks to the involuntary raising of her hand. However, as Tristeza turned to slam the elbow into her face, she raised her corresponding wrist to intercept. Then, without stopping, she swung her newly freed hand into Tristeza's stomach - her own skill at hand-to-hand was being displayed.

Using her fan to parry the strike, opening it wide to block the Hierro incased fist that Hermosa sent to her. Still, Tristeza's train of thought, to further handicap her, throwing her free fist to strike Hermosa's juggular, using Sonido to swiften the strike, small static noise could be heard. One attack was made that didn't make a sound though; a swift pulse of bladed air brought by Tristeza's leg: directed at Hermosa's already damaged knee. hoping to decapitate it, or further injure it out of use.

With her reflexes, Hermosa side-jumped both of the attacks, spinning like a top in mid-air. However, before she could land on the ground, a Sonido vanished her from that point. She appeared off to the side, swinging her blade at Tristeza's head, but this time in a horizontal strike at the neck.

Tristeza watched the attack, her own Sonido used again, allowing the blade of Hermosa's Zanpakuto to cut off a few strands of her hair; too close a call. Body rushed, Tristeza used her fan's blades, perparing to pierce her foe, her own speed blinding and perparing to crush Hermosa with the gouging tips.

This time, however, she was ready.

Twisting her sword to point the tip towards the ground, Hermosa put her katana in front of the deadly fan and keeping it from reaching her stomach. Though Tristeza's speed was certainly formidable, her own speed could keep up with a natural pace. Gripping her blade in two hands, she forced the fan away from her and swung down upon Tristeza's head again in a rather elegant display of strikes.

Tristeza perpared her next trick, waving a slice of air towards Hermosa, she perpared her next version of Sonido... the Gemelos Sonido. Her body seeming to dissappear, and when reappearing, she formed back into 3 other bodies, duplicates of her own, her Sonido fast enough to mimic the presence of multiple bodies, and seem to work as such. Each body ready, she was blind, Hermosa could either predict she was fast, or this was an illusion, either way. Two of Tristeza's bodies threw an Arc of bladed air towards her body, from the other directions, emitting an all around horizontal blade of win, circulating towards the blind Arrancar.

Hermosa took herself to the air - the only shelter she could find in such a situation.

Her eyes narrowed in concentration, her figure appearing upside-down over all of their heads. Leveling her blade at all three bodies, she summoned the energy to fire another purple Cero in order to destroy at least the clones. However, she marveled at the speed her opponent was utilizing against her - it was quite extraordinary, and fitting of a Sonido master. Thankfully, her own Sonido, though not at that level just yet, could keep up, otherwise it would've been a one-sided fight.

Smirking, one of the clones rushed fowards, Sonido getting it to her opponents backside, Zanpakuto raised to slice through her back, a vertical upward strike. The other clone vanished, sending several Bala upwards at Hermosa's front. The original Tristeza perpared herself, her own body exerting more pressure, cracking the ground as her body was ready to strike or vanish; maybe a mixture of both.

Hermosa acted quickly.

With yet another Sonido, she was able to avoid the Bala strike, the abrupt miss causing it to slam into the other clone without warning. With the other clone vanished, she could set her sights on Tristeza once more, flying forward to intercept her at the point she was going to. Their weapons clashed once more, this time in a lock. "Nice to see that I'm fighting a fellow Sonido master..." She complimented idly, even as she struggled against her opponent's strength for dominance.

Smirking, "Truly, but you have the wrong one." The clone smirked, she was locked in sword-latch with Hermosa's Zanpakuto. The real Tristeza appeared, a quick and nearly invisible slash went across Hermosa's body in a horizontal strike, cutting near the ribs and through the ''Hierro. ''In a fell swoop, Tristeza had taken her strike.

Hermosa's blind eyes widened. Her senses had been tricked!

It was only thanks to the thickness of the Hierro that kept it from being a critically wounding injury. However, the force made her skid back across the ground for a brief distance before she stopped herself. One hand went to clutch the scar, her hand stained with her own blood. She was breathing heavily thanks to the pain, sweat falling down her face. "Shit... I was careless...!" She chided herself. That carelessness had been enough to allow her opponent a free shot.

Now the grounds weren't looking so even.

The clone and the original Tristeza looked to Hermosa, she hadn't been cut clear through, but it had worked well enough. The original produced two more clones, a total of three now available. The three clones all swung their fans in a similiar fashion, sending a pummeling wave of slicing air, blades of the wind hidden internally. The realy Tristeza only watched for her next movement, perparing to strike again if she made her move.

This time, Hermosa didn't waste her movements.

With three bursts of Sonido, she had threw herself upon the clones. Her blade, with the hilt gripped in two of her hands, were able to evade the air blasts and overwhelm the clones in a series of fluid motions. Within seconds, all three of them had been cut down, leaving only the real Tristeza behind.

Watching the series of attacks, Hermosa had made her move, her body a blur, once again taking the opening, she applied cutting wind to her bladed fan, appearing infront of Hermosa, her body leaned closer to the ground, the blades in a piercing motion as she skid across the ground, perparing for Hermosa's body to halt her movement upon being impaled.

With another show of acrobatics, Hermosa did a frontflip, boosting herself over her Tristeza before the fan could run through her again. As she flipped, she reached over, grabbing the back of her opponent's head with a hand that left the hilt of her sword. Then, as she descended, she thrust the blade towards her opponent's back in order to pierce her spinal chord.

Noticing the attack, she exerted spiritual pressure to push Hermosa away from her, the tip of the blade dealing an incision near her shoulder, it had been thrown off course, but had still damamged her. Wincing as the blood flowed down her shoulder, she perpared 3 more clones, easy to make, and easy to control. Two of the clones rushed forwards, both of them using their free hands to grasp Hermosa's arms, perparing to pin them behind her back. The third clone perpared a rough blow, a crude blow from the 3rd's knee would topple her to short gasps, if it made contact in time.

Gritting her teeth, Hermosa raised her legs up just in time to kick the rushing clone in the chin in order to dispel it, before she exerted her own spiritual pressure in order to blast the other two away. However, as soon as she did so, she staggered back to clutch her wound in pain. Damn it! She couldn't keep fighting with this wound on her! If this kept up...

Watching the clones get dispelled, Tristeza was there in an instant, her body infront of Hermosa, taking the wince of pain as a chance to disarm her, slashing her fan against her hand, perparing to slice through the Hierro and further handicap her foe.

There was no more choices left.

She had to do it.

"Escape your prison, and drive mankind into darkness, Autómata!!!" She shouted, even as the blades pierced into her wrist. With that very command, the changes were immediate to take effect. First, a circle extended to cover the entire ground of the arena they were in, glowing a bright red and imbued with complex designs. Her spiritual pressure was exerting itself on everything that surrounded them, even the very audience. However, this only lasted for a brief moment; the entire area turned dark, all light being consumed by an unknown force. Then, the ceiling itself rumbled violently before it was forcibly disintegrated, revealing a sky that was practically made of blood. The entire environment was now fitting for a place in Hell, even more corrupted and battle-worn than before. Hermosa's appearance had changed as well: her height grew considerably, and her hair had grown out, turning white in color. The remains of what look like a red Espada jacket were tattered around her waist. Her pants were a dark violet, and the majority of her torso and arms were covered in gray and black bandages. With a push of her newly formed katana, she forced Tristeza away from her.

''"Make The Goddess Cry, Desfibradora!" ''her own form countering it, she didn't plan to fall behind, her form emerging, a tornado of cutting air exerted from her body, the echoes of screams following, bursting from the cyclone's shell. Tristeza stood, cowl over head, crescent chakram now in hand, replacing the fan from before; spikes jutting out the inside, for gouging potential. Her pressure was higher, speed increased, she planned to defeat her foe easily. No Mercy.

Disappearing for a moment, she was quickly several yards behind Hermosa, by simply extending her arm outward, requiring no momentum, the chakram launched a horizontal blade of slicing air, fueled with speed and strength to bare through her defenses.

Normally, Hermosa would've never picked up on such a move. Several yards behind could only prove to nullify her sense of hearing the opponent, and the silent air could only serve to hinder her senses. However, in her released form, the environment was virtually hers, under her very palm. She could feel the shift of heat that the blade created, and thus she acted accordingly; abruptly, she turned around, her feet causing a ditch to be engraved in the ring as she skidded her foot through it. She pointed her blade tip towards the air, allowing it to collide with the blade. Her own enhanced strength was able to serve as an effective barrier against the attack, dispelling it in a matter of seconds.

In her own quick succession, she unleashed a purple Cero from the tip of her blade milliseconds after the blade was dispelled, its power increased drastically from her sealed form's version.

Opening her mouth, a cyan colored Cero, firing it from the tip of her tongue, launching the blast of turqoise spiritual pressure. Absorbing oxygen from the air, draining them would further it's own deliberate power, hoping for devestating effects, she held there, concentrating the blast.

"Convocatoria."

The stating of her command caused her to lose focus on her own Cero for a moment, allowing Tristeza to get the upper hand. She winced, but continued to put forth her full effort. Behind Tristeza, there were several things coming up from the ground, ripping out of the earth. At first, they looked like simple worms that were trying to escape from their groundly prison. However, as wings spurted up from their backs, and they arose in the air, their features could be seen clearly - giant bat-like creatures. As they looked down upon the energy beam struggle, they set their sights on their prey - the one who was opposing their summoner. Eager for blood, they screeched and swooped down upon her, five of them thrusting their clawed feet towards her in order to lacerate her to death.

Smirking, she sent one last pulse of spiritual energy, intended to crash Hermosa away. Paying her attention to the bats, she allowed a sneer to appear on her face, waving her chakram, slicing through one bat. Another wave sent to crash into three others, a burst of Sonido used to propel herself upward, slicing through the fifth bat's leg, slightly off accuracy. After hitting the ground, her body split, her multiple copies created, she had a total of six clones; all of them ready for slaughter.

The energy had simply crashed into the opposing Cero, but Hermosa allowed the flow of energy to stop right there. The three bats that had been forced back, however, had vanished from the energy wave's path. They moved like a coordinated wolf pack, instantly swooping down upon the real Tristeza again. They had the intelligence to avoid strikes and attack when the time was right - a trait that made them different from the generic "zombie-type" summons. As they continued their assault, Hermosa leveled a finger towards all of them, unleashing another Cero in order to at least kill the clones.

Smirking, four of the clones evaded, two falling prey to the spiritual pressure sent from Hermosa. Noticing the distraction from of the bats unto the original, it was easy, Hermosa was distracted with the clones, and the bats with the original. Copies of Tristeza all lunged forward, their bodies mimiced a master of Sonido's speed, using each of their fans to slice through two of the bats. The last remaining bat missed by a lack of range.

The real Tristeza watched the ignorance of Hermosa, saying her next attack, '''"Codorniz." '''immediately, she and her copies gained several large quantities of spiritual filled needles across their legs and arms, hers included.

As the last remaining bat flew back, the ground once again rumbled. Once again, bat-like creatures, this time in a number of nine, tore out of the ground in order to join their lone comrade in the air. Hermosa didn't allow herself to waver, raising her sword defensively as she "stared" at all three of her enemies. It was going to be difficult, considering that their abilities were on par with one another - a mirror to Senkaku's own fight. She smiled wryly - it always seemed like both teams had picked members that fought identically...

The remaining four clones stared patiently, then vanished, appearing in a frontal position, firing the needles off a turret speed, rushing forward, the needles would explode upon jabbing and entering the bat's bodies, a raining shower of explosive needles fell upon the newly summoned monsters. The original Tristeza watched for a moment, then leveled her body's direction towards the blind female foe, launching her own rain of needles upward, they would soon make it down, exploding into a magical display.

The two switched tactics.

The ten bats immediately charged, their own speed a formidable asset to their assault. They were able to evade the needle shots and swoop down to claw at their opponents. Only three of them got cut down, exploding in a blaze of magical beauty. Hermosa herself could hear the whizz of the needles as they raced towards her. Her yellow eyes half-lidded, and she swung her blade up to meet them. "Infierno..." Immediately, a blast of heat was sent to meet the needles, colliding with them in a brilliant explosion. Although she could not see, she knew enough to safely assume that her opponent had been blinded.

Now for another strike.

Locking onto her opponent's presence, she teleported behind Tristeza and maneuvered the blade in a lunge position, thrusting it straight towards the point where the killing edge would tear through the chest.

Funeral Pyre For The Blind and Wicked
Tristeza was but an after-image, the explosion had been enough to alert her, being handicapped against a foe who prayed upon her other senses was a brutal mistake. The after-image was impaled, the real Tristeza was ready. Her eyes cloesed, a mere few feet from Hermosa. Yelling her next attack, '''"Buitre!" '''a strong aroma filled the air, exuding it with a pheremone, Hermosa's senses were nearly tripled when she wasn't released, but now in her released state, her senses were quadruple what they would have been, a perfect key to victory. Use her other senses against her. The alluring scent would fill the air, overpowering the victims, causing them to fall into estacy, in all terms blind to their surrondings, and obediant to her command, this would work 'perfectly'.

The clones kept firing, intent on destroying each of the bats, but the scent appeared around them as well, also exerting the powerful scent.

Immediately, the bats screeched, their coordination thrown off by the intoxicating aroma. They were immediately disoriented, causing them to be hit and killed simultaneously by the needles. They all exploded in a shower of blood, staining the ground with their crimson liquid. Hermosa herself wasn't taking the overwhelming of her nasal senses too well, either; a drunken blush had spread across her face. Her pale eyes had seemed to glaze over even more, even as she tried her best to fight the side-effects. But it was just too damn... addictive. She could barely concentrate on her opponents as she faltered.

Now her senses were being over-ridden. She raised a hand to her face, letting out a groan as she staggered forward. Damn it...

The addiction had kicked in, now all the clones voice echoed, creating a hypnotic effect, the drug inducing aroma would be enough to amplify every word to a suggestive and unquestionable tone. "Now, go to sleep, I promise to make you feel sooo much better later, it'll be ''fun." ''her voice was coming off with a sense of lust, fueling every word, the hypnotism and smell would override her everythought. Tristeza's manipulative technique had been mastered thoroughly, her voice and lies so perfect and keen, much as a siren would.

Slowly it would take effect, and Hermosa would want to do as she asked. Perfect.

Immediately, Hermosa's face reddened even more at the emphasizing of the word fun. But now her expression was blank, her breathing slow and heavy. "Yes.." She said softly. She allowed herself to fall on one knee, preparing to lay down on her side. It was so much easier to give up and rest, to let Tristeza have her way with her. She was far too overwhelmed, far too estatic, and far too gone... her master surely would not mind if she allowed the woman to do what she pleased--

Then it hit her.

Her master did mind. The only thing that Isabella was thinking about was winning this fight. She was pressuring each of her teammates to do the same, even if it meant such under-handed methods of fighting. Right now, Tristeza was helping Hermosa destroy the only chance she would get at winning the battle for their team. What would Senkaku think, seeing her succumbed and in such a drunken stupor? Tristeza wouldn't have any "fun" with her, as far as she was concerned.

She only cared about winning.

So Hermosa did the only thing she could in such a situation; play possum. She allowed herself to lay on her side, but as she did so, she used her own Resurrecion's influence against her opponent. Under the cloak of the immense spiritual pressure that enveloped the arena, she built up a concentration of her spiritual energy around the real Tristeza. "Don't move..." She thought, all the meanwhile continuing to "succumb" to Tristeza's scent.

The real Tristeza slowly walked backwards, smirking, the clones walked forward, giving off the scent, now all around Hermosa. All of them were tightly circled around their blind and disoriented foe. Tristeza gave the mental command for them to finish her off. All of them raised their hands slightly, the copies pointing at Hermosa's laying form, needles on arms, they were ready to launch them.

Tristeza waited, perparing to get out of the blast zone, Hermosa had been part right. She was willing to win, even if it meant going down to scums level, but; this was to prove Isabella wrong, not right. I finish the job, sorry little girl, no fun this time.

"Gotcha...."

She used that power...

...and set it off.

BOOM!

Had Tristeza stood still, she would've been at the epicenter of a massive explosion of pure flames. They spread out in all directions, consuming everything in their wake. It lit up the very arena itself, consuming the ring as well as the clones and Hermosa herself. However, because this was her own environment, she would not be harmed. The clones, however, would be incinerated completely. The blast of heat immediately shot her out of her arousal, and the blush was slapped off of her face. Immediately, she pushed herself to her feet as fire continued to envelop the surrounding areas.

Then, upon her command, it faded away, leaving a scorched arena behind.

The question was...

Did Tristeza survive?

The air was siphoned around her, forcing the flame back away from her presence in a vacuum, draining all around her the oxygen that fire needed to feed off of. Draining the flames of it's potential, Tristeza stood there, a smirk on her lips, soon followed by her licking them sadisticly. "Quite impressive, and the heat was delicious, thanks for the meal!" her body's pressure building up, "You're quite fun to play with, but now... it's over." Targeting the blind Arrancar, her foe had used a powerful technique it was granted she'd be tired.

"Now, behold, my master technique, ''Vacío Cero!" ''her mouth opening, draining the location of it's oxygen, feeding on it, turning every particle of oxygen, life giving air into the blast. Cyan color blinding, Tristeza was proud of this technique. ''You should have stayed down, now it's too late! her thoughts silent, the blast pulsed out, the vaccuum Cero'' had drained the location of air, and the pressure would be enough to crush a weak foe, tripled in average power due to her form and amplified boost. Shredding the area in front of her, it would consume all in her sight.

Every bit of oxygen had been absorbed from the area in order to fuel Tristeza. The very tool that she had used to fuel her fire was now used for an all-out attack to end her life. She closed her blind eyes for a moment, even as death came racing towards her. When her Resurrecion was unleashed, her influence spread over everything in the surrounding areas. The sky... the environment, and in some cases, the people themselves. The fire had been a major part of that influence. By ripping the oxygen from her flames, Tristeza had absorbed that very essence into her own body.

She had used an opponent's fuel for her own fire.

And in Hermosa's case, that would be considered to be a fatal error.

She raised her hand up, grasping that very influence that resided within Tristeza's body. The first signs of faltering was that the very attack, powerful in size, had dispelled itself. Then, she extended that influence. She couldn't feel it herself, but she could guess the symptoms of the body temperature rising to higher levels. She was careful not to put too much into it... if she did so, she could rupture Tristeza's organs to a completely melted state.

For now, she would wait and see how it played out.

Expunging the air from her body, placing it into her Cero, all oxygen gone from both souls, and the area, solely placed within the Cero she was firing. Launching the Cero, she shot the blast of oxygen infused spiritual pressure, perparing to destroy all in her way, her own spiritual pressure exerted from her own body to push away any offensive if brought beforehand.

"Using my energy... to fuel your Cero...? Hmph." Having little room to breathe, Hermosa lowered her head. She dropped her sword, extending both hands towards the massive blast. They slammed into her palms, and she used the oxygen in order to allow herself to breathe easier again. Her own Resurrecion's strength would be enough to parry the Cero by itself. However, the intensity caused her hair to be blown back, blurring her vision for a moment in a mix of winds and light. She was hoping that this would be the final parts of their fight, that she could walk away with Tristeza defeated. But it seemed like the fight was only just getting good.

It was no problem by her.

With her bare hands, she dispelled the Cero again, leaving nothing but the two combatants. With herself rejuvenated, she could go onto the offensive once more. She snatched up her katana, readying herself in a defensive motion.

"Now, little bug, you'll deserve seeing this!" "Behold spectators, teams, and ''you, blind child." ''Her voice yelling out, "This is my grande finale, the final act for you!" "You should have stayed in your cave, you blind bat!"

'''"Behold... I am the one true Goddess, Desfibradora!" '''her spiritual power spiking, long since enhanced since her fight with a certain Vizard. Perparing, the wind cycloned the area, pressuing crushing stone, the air picking up debris, gravity seeming to halt as stones floated and energy rushed forward. Her voice now monotone, and empty, almost as a banshee. "Now, you shall die."

Her body vibrating from the pressure given out, she simply looked at Hermosa, killer intent given off, metallic wings out her back, visor helm, layers upon layers of Hierro sheathing her body underneath. Pointing her lone and newly transformed weapon; a long sword towards Hermosa, signaling her forecoming attack. Energy spiked, as her body was ready to dissappear and strike Hermosa.

"S...segunda Etapa?!"

Any logical thought that was crossing Hermosa's mind had been shattered immediately upon feeling the powerful spiritual pressure come down on her. Her eyes widened, her lips quivered, and overall, she was very shocked. The influence of her spiritual pressure was enough to instill fear into the woman, erasing her morale. Her spiritual energy was too massive, too monstrous... too terrifying to behold. Although she tried her best not to show it, she was scared of dying at the hands of this monster.

She wanted to live.

"Now die." her body was already ready to vanish with Sonido, reappearing behind Hermosa, deathly silent, her body motion blurring, afterimages created as she did so. Her blade perparing to slice down, her form showing no emotion in the swoop, but the malice could be felt. The strength and speed behind the attack would decapitate Hermosa's arm, from the shoulder and onward. A flurry of strikes were in concept next, if Hermosa didn't take the hit.

Fortunately, she did.

The blade seared straight through Hermosa's arm, pain shooting through her torso. A gasp was breathed down her throat, and she could only look on as her arm was torn away from her body. She turned around, being pushed back by the fury of Tristeza as she blocked each and every one as best as she could. Her swordsmanship was still on par... but Tristeza's strength was on a much higher level. She felt as if her Zanpakuto was going to snap at any minute, though it was sturdy enough to hold against the assault. But she could not find room to counter-attack anymore.

The tables were turning.

Brutally.

Smirking, the wound had been delivered. Her message had been sent. "So, how am I proving myself now? Do you fear me? Can you feel my hatred? Imagine, all those past sins of yours, if you die, where does your destiny lie?" Her barrage of attacks didn't halt, she was perparing for one last verbal assault to break her down. "Dying in Hell seems fitting, too bad your existance ends here, I hope your friends are watching, watching your tears fall, the limbs torn from your body as you gasp for air, as you face your last breath with my hand on your throat." The words delivered, Tristeza placed a well delivered kick to her palm, tossing the hand away, and most likely the Zanpakuto. Her last motion there, her visor gazing at her victim with brutal enjoyment. Her free hand broke off to her throat, perparing to crush her wind-pipe, or rip her head off, either one would fit. "You die, or you surrender, I shall give you one last choice."

Her sword, knocked away from her hands.

Her life, held in the very hands of her enemy.

Her eyes were shadowed over, and her mouth was open, attempting to take her last breaths. If she surrendered, she would have to go back to Senkaku empty-handed. But what choice was there? If she refused, Tristeza would not hesitate to crush her through in. Weakly, she placed her hand on Tristeza's wrist in an attempt to relieve her lungs. It all seemed too desolate, too far for salvation. She allowed herself to take one final breath, one that could possibly be her last.

She made her choice.

She exhaled poison straight into the eyes of her enemy.

Diablo Beso.

''Tch. ''Her mind snickered, the thoughts of attempting to poison here were cute and desperate at most. One thing Hermosa should have noted, she wore a mask, her form was incased in her Hierro layers, so it would not enter unless used multiple times, the other being that she required no oxygen or air in this form, she was free of that mortal burden. "You tried your best; too late." Her grip tightened, restricting all air flow, holding her in the air, an inch or so off the ground so the toes couldn't feel the earth below. "I'm not ripping that preety little head of yours off, for pity on your pathetic team." watching as the effects of her lungs lacking air kicked in, she wasn't going to let go, not until she fell unconcious.

Hopefully, Hermosa would be alright afterwards, doubtful.

There was no options left. She could feel her form seeping away from her. She made gagging noises, but she used her remaining energy to summon up her last attack. She could feel the thickened Hierro crushing her neck, so she had to move quickly. If was all or never; if she failed in this attack, she would lose. But, because the hand that was summoning was lowered, and her influence over the area was still strong (albeit slowly fading away), she had a final chance of redeeming herself. She swung and underhanded fist which caught itself ablaze.

This last Infierno had the power of the very sun behind it. If this connected, it would impale through her defenses and straight to the organs. She would put forth the remaining energy in order to rupture Tristeza's insides, a notion that would put her on the brink of death if not kill her outright.

Her body was gone, an after-image of her being impaled and dying stood there, fooling the eyes. Her heat could be felt, but the hold was still neccesary, her form floating, hovering off the ground, behind Hermosa's body, the speed allowing her to simply vanish behind her, grasping her neck once more, held by her elbow in a strangle hold, pulling her body to her. "Concede." The after-image was then gone, the trick of the eyes gone. Watching the reaction of the crowds and teams, she had only one thought in mind, how she had made Isabella eat her words. Choking her further, Hermosa had run out of time.

" S...sorry, guys.... " Hermosa managed to speak regretfully, her consciousness fading. Immediately, the environmental effects faded as her vision got hazy. Her form slowly dissipated, reverting to the normal state that she once was in. Her eyes glazed over once again, the pupils shrinking into nothingness. The only arm she had remaining went limp, as did the rest of her body. Her eyes closed, and she finally succumbed to the darkness.

"Please.... don't follow my mistake...."

With that, Hermosa was finally beaten.

Dropping her foe to the ground, now the victor. She hoped the handicapped girl would get her arm back, such a pity to damage something so young and beautiful.

Raising her hand as the victor, her Resurreccion slowly vanished. Walking to her team, Koyuki announced the winner.

"And Tristeza won, such brutal force, the blind Arrancar proved a dangerous threat, but the vicious female proved the victor with her Segunda Etapa!" "Get a med team here for Hermosa, and procceed back to your corners." Several human looking demons entered, all trained to heal, waiting for Team Ningensei to gather her up, so they could heal her.

Tristeza was now at her corner, Isabella waiting to talk with her about the fight.

As Tristeza walked away, Nnoitra and Melina were the first to appear beside the fallen girl, their expressions varying. Melina had a rather thoughtful, yet worried look as she reached up to pick up Hermosa bridal style. Nnoitra, however, seemed rather unconcerned, at least outwardly. The girl had decided this match, and sent herself to her own fate. Now, they were scored evenly, 1 to 1. He walked off the ring as Melina carried her back to Senkaku and Ggio.

Immediately, Senkaku got up and kneeled beside Melina's fallen form, his expression solemn at first. He sighed heavily, slapping a palm to his face. "God damn it.... I should've fought Tristeza first! I never knew that she would have a Segunda Etapa, too!!!" He thought in frustration. Now, there was the threatening chance that there were others of the enemy team that had the second release... and he was the only one out of his team to do so.

"Sen-chan..."

With hesitation, he looked up at the girl who was staring over at him. Her hands were folded behind her head, and she gave a rather warm smile towards him. "Don't worry. There're still three matches to go, and we're just even. We haven't lost this game yet!" She boasted encouragingly. Her voice allowed a small smile to cross his lips, and he took in a deep breath, trying to re-assure himself. She did have a point, even if it was in her own little way.

Ggio himself seemed rather unphased, his mood similar to Nnoitra's at this point. The girl had dug her own grave, and this was her punishment. She would survive, but only with the cost of a left arm. He folded his arms across his chest, walking over to stand beside Melina with a rather disdainful expression at Hermosa.

Isabella was about to say something before Tristeza interuppted. "I perfer you shut up now, shove my victory down that throat of yours, I nearly killed another person, just to prove you wrong. Happy now? On a side note, I'll need you to keep your mouth shut about your team-mates." Tristeza walked past Isabella, both eminating clear aggresion and spite towards the other.

Isabella looked on, sighing, 1 victory each. They still had 3 fighters to choose from... pondering the next choice, Isabella waited for the call out.

Koyuki yelled, "Alright, get Hermosa cleaned up and healed, now, let's get the next battle started, Team Zealot, Team Ningensei, choose your next combatant wisely, the members are dwindling down, let the next fist-fest get under way!"

"Slut." Nnoitra thought immediately, choosing this time to stand up. A toothy grin crossed his face, his trademark smirk of malice and deadly intent. "All right, I think the piddly shit fights're over and done with. Might as well show 'em what a real warrior can do." Balancing Santa Teresa's stem on his shoulder, he calmly stepped into the ring, clearly ready to engage whoever the other team picked. He only hoped his opponent would be strong enough to make him struggle... maybe, if he got lucky, he could fight Nacido again...

Meh. It wasn't very likely... things like that don't happen twice in quick succession...

Match Three, The Sacred Praying Mantis v.s The Ruthless Beauty
Blood flows through the streets, fear rises, emotions churn, the battle of hatred; has now been spurned.

Bailarin frowned, still comforting Fuerte about the loss, the poor girl had been verbally abused, but the fight had shown just how cruel that Tristeza could be. It almost made her fear her lover. Isabella looked to Bailarin, signaling it was her turn to fight.

Walking forward into the ring of battle, Bailarin bowed to her opponent, "I am Bailarin Mareado, hope things don't go as bad as with the other fights." , Koyuki nodded, grabbing her papers to check the names. "Alright, let the fight commence, 15 seconds before the third match begins. This round, it's Bailarin Mareado a former Hell-Hunter v.s Nnoitra Jiruga; The Former Quinta of The Espada."

"Begin at will!"

Smirking, Nnoitra lifted Santa Teresa off of his shoulders. "Yeah? Well, I hope you're a better fuck than what I've had so far." He countered, using his fingers to twirl the massive weapon around by his side. The very twisting was causing whirlwinds to stir up, gentle, but obviously signaling his strength. Would she be the one to analyze him until the very end, like Fuerte? If so, he didn't care. She could analyze all she wanted, especially when he slammed her face into the ground. He waited for her to unsheathe her own blade before attacking.

Unsheathing her small Tanto, in it's blade's length was serrated teeth, meant for shredding and ripping an opponent to their boney parts. Menacing in appearance, her form looked depressive, clearly past events having dealt a blow to her personality, she used to be much happier and upbeat, now she was calm and reserved, no longer seeking enjoyment for fear of being hurt.

Watching his movement, she took no time, rushing foward with Sonido, her tanto raised to slash across his chest, high levels of strength hidden within her outer beauty and fragility, her form hardly covered by the clothes she wore, a simple kama, tank-top, metal gloves, and leggings. Watching him intently, she perpared for him to parry, she was more straight-forward, perferring the old 'school' way of slicing and dicing then planning out every attack; to Bailarin, a battle simply wasn't tactics, that was better reserved for mortal's games.

"I'm beginnin' to like you already..." Nnoitra said tauntingly, though his words were complimentary. Using the flat side of Santa Teresa, he intercepted the blade and kept the teeth from cutting through him... possibly. Then, with the brute strength he himself was known for, he viciously parried the attack, then flipped his own weapon so that the inward killing edge was pointed at her torso. Without hesitation, he thrust.

Watching the blow, she placed an acrobatic flip, landing on Santa Teresa's thrusting motion, two feet standing on it evenly and well balanced, she thrust her hand with the Tanto towards his face, perparing to pierce the center of his fore-head. "Thanks, your not so bad yourself, kind of ugly though." her timing was impecable.

It was so easy to simply tilt his head back and dodge the strike. However, Nnoitra tilted his head to the side only a little, just so that the jagged edge would pierce straight through his eyepatch and through his "left eye". He chuckled in amusement. "Are fighters supposed to be prissy-ass boys all the time?" He countered, reaching up to grab the blade with his bare hand. Then, after swinging Santa Teresa away, he lifted and threw her towards the ground, aiming to slam her body into the hardened earth.

"I assume your right." rolling her body, evading the strike from his bladed weapon. Throwing a kick outward, shoving her foot against the flat of Santa Teresa away to the side, preventing a repeated strike, rushing foward, she realized where his hollow hole was now...

Spiritual pressure hissing off her Tanto, she raised it, perparing to slice through his wrist and hit an artery. "Don't need to be I guess, Nacido likes you well enough." Her statement coming out, she was enjoying the fight, but unlike Tristeza and Isabella, she wasn't a silent monster.

After releasing her blade, Nnoitra moved his hand aside for the blade to barely miss his wrist, stepping back. "What? She been sayin' anything 'bout me?" He asked casually, even as he unleashed his next attack upon her. This time, with only one hand, he unleashed a barrage of lunge strikes using Santa Teresa, making good use of his extensive weapon's nature. They were backed by his immense strength, though he was only using one hand to fuel them.