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Post by Nnoitra Jiruga on Jun 28, 2024 20:42:08 GMT -6
Nnoitra's chuckle rumbled deep within his chest, a dark and taunting sound. "Grimmjow doesn't stand a chance against you," he sneered, pausing to let out another mocking laugh. "Hell, he doesn't even stand a chance against me."
With a fluid motion, Nnoitra descended to the ground, landing a few yards from Ichimaru. He stabbed the pole end of his massive halberd into the earth, using it as a makeshift leaning post. His grin widened, spreading across his face like a sinister shadow.
"You'll barely be a challenge for me," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "But I'll amuse myself by keeping you entertained for the moment."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jun 28, 2024 21:20:36 GMT -6
“By keeping me entertained for a moment?” Gin repeated as a mocking question. He snickered. “Someone’s forgotten how to behave around the grim reaper, I see.” He stopped. “Time for lessons then.”
He disappeared, appearing behind Nnoitra and blood spraying from that shoulder. “Meant to take your arm but I forgot how thick your Hierro is~” he quipped. “Lesson one: Don’t forget your betters. You never know when they’ll hold a grudge or get bored enough to turn on you.”
"Going home yet?"
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Post by Nnoitra Jiruga on Jun 28, 2024 21:50:30 GMT -6
Nnoitra spun on his heels, wrenching his halberd from the ground with a swift, decisive motion. He extended his wounded arm, a sadistic grin spreading across his face as the gash began to seal, the flesh knitting itself back together. "It seems you also forgot how quickly I regenerate," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
The instant his wound healed, Nnoitra lunged at Ichimaru, his halberd a deadly blur. Ichimaru ducked just in time, narrowly evading the vicious strike, only to leap upwards as Nnoitra swung the weapon back around in a relentless arc. "Your problem, Ichimaru," Nnoitra growled, bringing the halberd crashing down towards Ichimaru's head, "is you think the only one who can kick your ass is Aizen."
Ichimaru dodged the attack with a swift sidestep, but Nnoitra was relentless. He dragged the halberd across the ground, tearing up the earth in a shower of dirt and debris, creating a blinding cloud that obscured Ichimaru's vision. The Fifth Espada's grin widened as he pressed his advantage, turning the battlefield into a chaotic maelstrom designed to disorient and overwhelm his opponent.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jun 28, 2024 22:44:42 GMT -6
Gin’s smirk didn’t fade as the dust storm grew around him. If anything, his lips lifted to mirror his opponent’s mad tilt. He continued to evade the espada’s dancing halberd, enjoying the dance as he let his battle act as a beacon for others. If they weren’t already occupied with something else, they’d hear this. Even the humans would wonder what was going on and hopefully stay away.
“Shakaho,” he purred.
As the red bolt shot into the chaotic stream, disrupting the flow and setting off an explosion, Gin shunpo’ed out, blade drawn but carelessly at his side.
“Lesson Number 2,” he called out. He paused.
An answering bolt of reiryoku ripped through the air.
“Oh dear,” Gin hummed.
Just as the cero hit his position and erupted in more debris and falling trees, Gin's reiatsu rose up. As the dust settled, he emerged, half crouched, scratched but still mostly untouched.
“Lesson Number 2,” he continued, “my blade is faster and never misses twice.” Shinsou shot out, ripping into an arm and leg, tearing up the trees in the way. “I’ll need to work on my exact aim. Kids like this place.”
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Post by Nnoitra Jiruga on Jun 28, 2024 23:15:34 GMT -6
Ichimaru's smirk never wavered, even as Shinsou's deadly strike left its mark on Nnoitra. The Espada's blood splattered the battlefield, but his grin only grew more feral. "Nice trick," he spat, his voice a guttural growl. With a roar, he surged forward, ignoring the pain, his halberd slicing through the air in a deadly arc aimed at Ichimaru's midsection.
Ichimaru shunpo’ed away just in time, but Nnoitra anticipated the move. The instant Ichimaru reappeared, Nnoitra was upon him, his regenerated arm whipping out to catch Ichimaru off guard. He swung his halberd with vicious speed, the weapon gleaming as it cleaved through the space where Ichimaru stood. Ichimaru managed to evade, but not without a narrow miss that left a shallow gash on his side.
"I have a lesson for you: Number 1," Nnoitra snarled, eyes gleaming with savage delight, "never underestimate an Espada’s resilience." He spun his halberd with practiced ease, the weapon an extension of his fury, and launched a relentless barrage of attacks, each strike more forceful than the last, pushing Ichimaru to his limits.
Ichimaru's eyes narrowed as he deftly parried Nnoitra's strikes, but the Espada's raw power was undeniable. With a final, powerful swing, Nnoitra forced Ichimaru back, creating a brief opening. Seizing the moment, Nnoitra thrust his free hand forward, unleashing a point-blank cero. The blast hit Ichimaru head-on, the force of the explosion sending him flying backward.
Nnoitra didn't let up. He charged forward, closing the distance in an instant. As Ichimaru recovered, Nnoitra was already upon him, his halberd coming down in a crushing overhead strike. Ichimaru raised his blade to block, but the sheer force drove him to one knee, the ground cracking beneath him.
"Lesson Number 2," Nnoitra growled, his voice low and dangerous, "an Espada’s strength lies not just in their speed, but in their sheer, unrelenting power." With a final, brutal twist, Nnoitra wrenched his halberd free and swung it in a wide arc, aiming to cleave Ichimaru in two.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jun 30, 2024 18:39:29 GMT -6
Gin lifted his head, eyes cerulean crystal shards, even as blood trickled down a glancing cut on his temple. He remained motionless, coiled. He waited until the last moment. “Shoot to death, Shinsou.”
As the halberd rushed down, leaving an opening, Shinsou extended in a blinding flash, stabbing and throwing Nnoitra backwards. More trees fell as Gin rose from his crouch. “And here I was trying to keep some of this park intact, but you’re the one trying to corner a snake.” He disappeared from the crater as Nnoitra sonido’ed out. “And snakes are poisonous, you know.” Shinsou swung out in a wide arc around the espada as Gin smirked from his position above. “We’ll see if you’ve developed immunity or not.”
He disappeared when Nnoitra defended from the attack with his whirling halberd. He shunpo’ed right in front of him, standing on the halberd’s handle, retracting Shinsou and slicing down at his chest.
"Leave town, Quinta."
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Post by Nnoitra Jiruga on Jun 30, 2024 19:25:26 GMT -6
Nnoitra roared in fury, twisting his body with incredible speed, forcing Gin to leap away. Ignoring the pain, Nnoitra charged again, using his sonido to close the gap in an instant. With a savage grin, he swung his halberd in a wide, deadly arc, aiming to catch Gin off guard. But Gin was ready, parrying the blow with Shinsou.
“Nice try, Ichimaru,” Nnoitra hissed, his voice a low growl. Using his immense strength, he pushed against Gin’s blade, forcing him back. As Gin adjusted his stance, Nnoitra seized the moment, lunging forward with his free hand. His fingers closed around Gin’s wrist, locking him in place.
“Lesson Number 3,” Nnoitra snarled, his grip tightening painfully. “An Espada never fights fair.” With a vicious twist, he yanked Gin towards him, bringing his knee up in a brutal strike to Gin’s midsection. The impact sent Gin flying backward, but Nnoitra wasn’t done.
He sonido'ed behind Gin, swinging his halberd in a powerful horizontal arc. Gin barely managed to shunpo away, but the force of the attack created a shockwave that knocked him off balance. Taking advantage of the momentary disorientation, Nnoitra launched a cero at point-blank range, the searing energy aimed directly at Gin’s retreating form.
As the explosion rocked the battlefield, Nnoitra’s grin widened. “Leave town?” he echoed, his voice dripping with disdain. “Not a chance. Not until I’ve crushed you and we got what we came for, Ichimaru.”
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jun 30, 2024 21:06:57 GMT -6
A chilling laugh echoed from the debris. “Crush me? What a lofty dream.” Shinsou shot out once more but Nnoitra sonido’ed away, only for the zanpakuto to swing around and slash into his back. Ichimaru appeared from the debris, blood in his silver hair and running down his free arm, now sleeveless and sparking. “Kido is a bitch when it goes off wrong, but it gets the job done.”
“Keep laughing,” Nnoitra growled. “You can’t always get lucky.” He swung his halberd, only for Shinsou to wrap around it. Even as Nnoitra tried to sonido away, this time the zanpakuto followed him.
“Lucky?” Gin purred, tilting his head as he lashed his zanpakuto in another arc that kept the espada dancing. “Is that what you think this is?” Nnoitra roared as Shinsou’s arcs continued to swirl around him, not chipping his Hierro but counter striking each of the halberd’s attempt to break the whirlwind of steel around him.
“Not quite, old friend,” the reaper called out.
“You rely on power to defeat your opponents. What I rely on is something that takes a little more work and a little bit of sacrifice. Might as well practice some Kido while I’m at it.” His grip shifted and he unfurled Shinsou from the Espada. As the Espada leapt for him, Gin stayed still. “By the way, if you want to kick me, learn from the shopkeeper.”
Shinsou appeared, as if from the ground and ripped, tearing into bone and flinging the arm wielding the halberd away. Gin wasn’t finished. He tilted his head the other way. “Soukatsui. The blue white bolt went for the eyes. “I don’t play fair either.”
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Post by Nnoitra Jiruga on Jun 30, 2024 21:21:03 GMT -6
Nnoitra's vision blurred as the Kido hit its mark, pain searing through his face. But he was far from defeated. With a bellow of rage, he tapped into his immense spiritual pressure, forcing his sight to clear through sheer willpower. His remaining arm regenerated at an accelerated pace, driven by his fury.
"Fair play is for the weak," Nnoitra spat, his voice a guttural snarl. He sonido’ed forward, using his halberd's pole to vault into the air, flipping over Gin's head. In mid-air, he gathered his energy and released a torrent of bala, rapid-fire energy blasts aimed to overwhelm Gin's defenses.
Gin shunpo'ed away, but Nnoitra anticipated the move. The instant Gin reappeared, Nnoitra was already behind him, his regenerated arm gripping a newly formed halberd. With a feral grin, he swung the weapon in a wide arc, forcing Gin to block. The sheer force of the blow sent shockwaves through the ground, cracking the earth beneath them.
"Lesson Number 4," Nnoitra roared, his eyes wild with battle frenzy, "adaptation is key!" He pressed his advantage, launching a relentless flurry of strikes, each swing of his halberd faster and more powerful than the last. Gin was forced to defend, his calm demeanor cracking under the onslaught.
Finally, Nnoitra saw his opening. Feinting a high strike, he quickly shifted his stance and thrust the halberd low, aiming for Gin's legs. Gin attempted to leap away, but the tip of the halberd caught him, slicing a deep gash across his thigh. As Gin faltered, Nnoitra capitalized on the moment, slamming his fist into Gin's chest with bone-crushing force, sending him sprawling across the battlefield.
Breathing heavily, Nnoitra stood tall, his eyes blazing with triumph. "You think you're clever, Ichimaru," he sneered. "But in the end, brute strength and resilience will always win out."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jun 30, 2024 22:09:58 GMT -6
“Brute strength is nothing but a crutch for a true master,” came the lilting voice from the impact site. Shinsou shot outwards in another blinding flash, taking out the trees on either side of the espada as he blocked with his halberd, more cuts opening in his Hierro from the near misses. “And resilience happens to be another middle name for yours truly.” Gin reappeared in another location, crimson tears in his kimono and lips bloody.
He grinned and disappeared, his reiatsu disappearing this time. Shinsou’s blinding steel leapt out from the sunlight above a moment later, cutting into Nnoitra’s shoulder but half blocked by his long halberd. Yet, a moment later, a kido blasted in the zanpakuto’s shadow as Shakaho went off. Then, Gin shunpo’ed into his face, the retracted Shinsou locking onto the notch of halberd, keeping it in place, as Gin called his release again, tearing into both an arm and leg and using Nnoitra's own halberd to tear another line in his chest, leaving an X.
He leapt away as blood sprayed over them both, the wind showing his thigh wound burned closed by kido. "Let's hope you enjoyed these efforts because Aizen won't give them the proper reward." He sent Shinsou out again.
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Post by Nnoitra Jiruga on Jun 30, 2024 22:24:16 GMT -6
Nnoitra's blood-soaked grin only widened as he gripped his halberd tightly, the pain fueling his rage. "You think I do this for Aizen's praise, Ichimaru? Think again!" He roared, his spiritual pressure surging as he forced his body to heal, the wounds closing rapidly. With a burst of sonido, he dodged Shinsou's strike and reappeared directly behind Gin, his halberd swinging in a deadly arc aimed at Gin's midsection.
Gin barely had time to react, managing to block the strike but the force of the blow sent him skidding backward. Nnoitra pressed his advantage, his halberd a blur of motion as he unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks. Each strike was met with Gin's swift blocks, but Nnoitra's sheer power was undeniable, forcing Gin to give ground.
"Lesson Number 5," Nnoitra snarled, his voice a low growl, "never let your guard down." With a swift twist, he feinted a high strike but quickly spun around, his halberd's pole sweeping low to catch Gin off balance. Gin stumbled, and Nnoitra seized the moment, launching a powerful kick that connected with Gin's side, sending him crashing into a nearby tree.
Gin coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he pushed himself up. But Nnoitra was already upon him, his halberd crashing down in a brutal overhead strike. Gin rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow that split the ground where he had been lying.
"You're fast, I'll give you that," Nnoitra admitted, his grin never wavering. "But speed alone won't save you." He sonido'ed forward, closing the distance in an instant. With a savage roar, he swung his halberd in a wide arc, forcing Gin to leap into the air to avoid the strike.
Nnoitra anticipated the move. He launched a cero at Gin from point-blank range, the searing energy engulfing Gin and blasting him higher into the air. Nnoitra sonido'ed above Gin, bringing his halberd down with all his might. Gin, still reeling from the cero, barely managed to deflect the blow, but the force sent him hurtling back toward the ground.
As Gin hit the earth with a resounding crash, Nnoitra descended, his halberd ready for the finishing blow. "This is where it ends, Ichimaru," he declared, his voice filled with savage triumph. "But I'll promise you this." Nnoitra's grin widened as his halberd quickly inches toward Gin. "I'll take good care of that sweet ass you call a wife."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jun 30, 2024 23:16:59 GMT -6
The halberd met a wave of invisible power as Gin’s reiatsu surged upwards, the heavy weapon halting and buckling in place. “I never let my guard down in a fight, Quinta,” the silver haired reaper hissed through bloody teeth. His eyes narrowed, now as crimson as the blood in his hair. “And if you threaten her, the game’s over.”
Shinsou sped upwards and ripped into his wrist, tearing into the ligaments. “Bankai.”
The halberd split down the middle as a crimson silver force tore upwards, tearing Nnoitra’s vocal chords out and nearly severing his windpipe. Gin bared his teeth at Nnoitra as he stumbled backwards, leaning on one side as his reiatsu started to take shape around him, a bloody silver sheen. Shinsou severed his arms next.
“That is your final mistake today, Nnoitra Jiruga, Quinta Espada of Aizen’s army.”
Gin stepped forward, once, twice and then disappeared, reappearing and tearing into the hollow’s regenerating form with bloody swipes that were too fast to see, blood pouring out from his wounds mixing with the aura of bloodlust.
“No one will harm her again, not you, any of your kind and nor will the voices in her mind. As long as I draw breath, I’ll ensure it.”
Gin’s slaughter halted when he picked up a reiatsu moving away from the shop and towards a different direction. The school.
He was gone in a flash, leaving a bloody mess on the ground, from his blood and his fallen opponent’s. - END RP - “Where is Aizen Part II: New Tricks - Grim vs. Ichigo”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 5, 2024 0:02:12 GMT -6
Bleach Unrated: REBOOTEDCurrent Arc: RejectionEpisode 474 “For Your Own Good”: While the Espada created a ruckus, a perfect distraction orchestrated with precision. Aizen seized this opportunity, knowing there was someone he needed to visit urgently. However, this visit required the assistance of another. His target: the Eighth Espada, Szayel Aporro Granz. Keeping his reiatsu concealed he left his hidden location, Aizen made his way to a secluded park where Szayel awaited his master's arrival. Materializing a few feet in front of Szayel, Aizen observed the meticulous Espada. Szayel immediately dropped to one knee, bowing deeply as his master approached, his eyes gleaming with unwavering loyalty. “Lord Aizen,” Szayel intoned, lowering his head respectfully. “It brings me great joy to see you. I trust you are well?” His voice was a mixture of reverence and curiosity.“Rise, Szayel,” Aizen commanded with an air of authority. He watched as the Espada stood gracefully. “Do you have your Caja Negación with you?” Szayel tilted his head thoughtfully, then nodded, “I do, my Lord. Am I correct in assuming you have need of it?”“Indeed, Szayel,” Aizen replied, his gaze shifting to the serene landscape of the park. “Accompany me. We must prevent a grave error from unfolding.” Aizen hesitated for a moment, “Disappear Szayel.” Confusion flickered across Szayel's face, but he knew better than to question Aizen. Concealing his reiatsu, silently, he followed his master from the park into the winding streets of a nearby neighborhood, his mind racing with speculation. Moved |
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