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Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
Willow zipped outside of Hueco Mundo in a flash of Sonido static. He'd called out one of the Arrancar because he was looking to fight, honestly. Willow was itching to stretch his muscles, and the flame of battle was stoked in his heart - such was the fate of any fire user, really. The Arrancar let out a breath, slow and controlled as a light breeze blew across the desert. Willow took the moment to begin stretching lightly as the dust and fine sands blew around him in a whirlwind. Cracking his neck, Willow grinned as he felt the battle-lust rising up from within.

D'gerik Blackheart

D'gerik Blackheart
D'gerik turned to the stranger, having never met him before now. "Pardon me.. and you are?" he asked the other, unsheathing his own zanpakuto, recognizing the lust for battle that seemed to ooze from the other. Perhaps he was a hunter like D'gerik? No matter, he could tell this wasn't a fight he necessarily wanted nor needed to back out from. "I know that look, lad. I'm guilty of its use myself on occasion. Are you the type to ask for a fight without even giving your name? I should certainly hope not, seeing as I will give the courtesy myself... Blackheart. D'gerik Blackheart."

Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
Willow snorted in response as he slowly drew his Zanpakuto, it's blade wreathing in flames from the second the Arrancar began to draw it from the sheath. He eyed the one before him, eyebrow raised as they stood in silence, Willow's sword at his side and at the ready as the weapon blazed with ferocity. While this man acting as if Willow was younger than him (he wasn't) was annoying, it wasn't like the man was going to just ignore the etiquette of a warrior. "...Willow." He gave his name simply and succinctly, not bothering with any other flourish.

"Arise and conflagrate, Vengador Fénix!" Willow called out his weapon's name as he disappeared in the static feedback of Sonido, appearing high up in the air, above the twisting white sands in his Resurrection, his entire body appearing to be aflame, wings sprouting from his back and a spear in his hand. Willow made a sweeping motion with his arm, firing off what at first appeared to be a simple Bala but would explode in a burst of fire to deal a Cero's worth of damage.

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D'gerik Blackheart

D'gerik Blackheart
"Right to the action then? Very well.." D'gerik would answer willow's sonido with his own in order to dodge the incoming attack, little did D'gerik know that if he had ignored it, he would have come to deal with a far more powerful blast than what it innitially seemed to be. The time for talking was over, since Willow wanted to play, D'gerik would happily oblige to his game.

"Envenom: Ouroboros." D'gerik's Reiatsu surged around him, reavealing his clothes blackened and torn, a skeletal gauntlet connecting his arm to his now transformed Zanpakuto, a massive scythe, by chains to its fan of extra blades, and with a purple aura surrounding his body. These blades separate from the weapon, floating around D'gerik as he raises his left hand, energy gathering in front of his hollow hole, located on that same hand. "Cero!" D'gerik wasted no time, firing the signature arrancar projectile, which was above average in size due to his particular strength with the ability, barreling towards his opponent.

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Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
Willow nodded as D'gerik evaded his strike. You didn't get far in Las Noches by being careless, though Willow had one of his cards on the table now However' he hadn't shown his full hand yet. "Not a bad greeting, let's proceed to the small talk!" Willow began spinning his spear in front of him, creating a circle of flames that seemed to have a suction to it. D'gerik's Cero was spun into the flames which seemed to flare up before Willow suddenly stopped rotating his weapon and held it out, a familiar Bala that glowed like a hot coal forming at the tip before firing at D'gerik. Like before, this Bala would explode into a Cero of flames, the blast having a 100 foot radius.

Willow would watch the Bala travel along it's flight path while keeping an eye on his opponent's position, keeping his fire-wreathed weapon gripped in both hands and using a Sonido to charge D'gerik with his spear firmly pointed forward in both hands like a lance. If D'gerik should be cut by Willow's weapon, the injuries would begin to glow orange before exploding for a Cero's worth of damage in total.

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D'gerik Blackheart

D'gerik Blackheart
"Tsk... how annoying" D'gerik thought aloud as willow seemed to absorb the cero into his weapon. D'gerik was smart to keep his guard up from the last blast. This time around willow was setting up another having just absorbed a cero, D'gerik would be a fool to assume this blast would be any weaker. He made sure to position himself at an angle that allowed the projectile to travel farther before it went off. D'gerik waited for the right moment before using a sonido to dash away in a perpendicular direction to the projectile.

D'gerik's gaze would come to his opponent charging so quickly. far too close of a call occurs as D'gerik has to call back two of the four floating blades to catch the tip of willow's weapon, being pushed back by the force of the clash. D'gerik smirked, this was the finest battle he'd had so far. "Small talk? You're conversing with such eloquence.." he responded, taking the opportunity to activate his weapons trap, a very small slot aimed at Willow letting loose a thick purple haze cloud at his opponent's face. Simultaneously, the two remaining blades would attempt to swipe at Willow's back, both still leaking the viscous, purple liquid across their razor sharp edges.

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Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
"Huh?" Willow's expression was hard as the twin blades stopped his weapon, his strength and speed putting immense pressure behind the blow. With a loud cry, Willow pushed through, smashing through the blades while firing off a Cero's worth of flames from his mouth as poison sprayed in his face. Willow stabbed forward wildly at D'gerik, his Reiatsu flaring in response to his emotions as two of the blades slashed his black. Howling out, Willow's eyes stung as his vision blurred and he swung his head from left to right. "Very good, however; counterpoint!" Willow roared as the world exploded in flame. A massive blast of rolling inferno burst out from the Arrancar in a sphere, spanning a 200 foot radius from his body.

His chest rising and falling, Willow blinked away the stinging pain in his eyes as his vision began to clear, searching for where D'gerik was while keeping his guard up. The man had pulled one over on him, the time for games was truly over.

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D'gerik Blackheart

D'gerik Blackheart
D'gerik's eyes widened, the blast was sudden, and equally massive. He barely had time to fire a Cero in response, and even then it only served to muffle some of the blast, the toxic mist and the actual blast of his attack being entirely redirected by his opponents incredibly powerful attack, launching D'gerik back quite a ways. Shaken from such an incredible blast, it was now clear that fighting from so close up for any longer would be veritable suicide against someone who's abilities made him such a powerhouse. However, it was also clear that D'gerik had taken quite a hit, even if he managed to muffle it with his own attack a little.

"Alright... I must admit that was impressive.. You and I have very different combative forms. And while I can't take another hit even remotely close to that, I'd like to think you can't do that again for at least a little while, so allow me to offer this as a rebuttal..." With that said, D'gerik's reiatsu surged around him, converging in front of the hollow hole at his left hand as he rose back up in the air. It looked like he was charging up his own powerful cero before it began to further condense into a smaller and smaller point. "I promise you a single blast wont be enough to stop this... Bala: Infinitas!"

From the condensed energy at his hands, a veritable shower of bala - a total of 40 in number - fired toward Willow at full bala speed, the delay between each projectile being absolutely minimal, taking only a few seconds to launch all 40. These projectiles would act identically to the rest of D'gerik's bala and cero, containing and releasing D'gerik's toxins on impact in clouds that radiate 5 feet in every direction.

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Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
Willow's eyes were closed, and his entire skull was aching terribly. So this was D'gerik's strategy: wear him down with his powerful poisons. A crafty style indeed, and one Willow couldn't really bring himself to dislike: strength was strength after all, no matter the form. His eyes burning, Willow grit his teeth as he began to divert energy to heal them. The itching and burning began to lessen almost immediately, however; It would take him a bit of time to bring them back to full functionality. For now, he'd need to play it-

"Damn it!" Willow had gotten a bit lost in his thoughts, especially with trying to heal his blurry sight and barely was able to avoid part of D'gerik's attack he'd made a point to announce, even. A very respectful opponent for a poison user, strange. In any case, Willow performed a Sonido off to the side, but his delayed reaction meant he was stil lslightyl cuaght up in the blas as his right side was hammered by five of the fourty total Balas. Willow could practically feel the stinging pain smoking off of his skin now, he'd need to play it very safe. Cracking his watery, bruning eyes open, Willow used clecnhed his fist and fired off another Bala with a special surprise within, and should D'gerik be struck by this technique he would find himself encircled by rings of flame that bound him with the force of a Bakudo 62.

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D'gerik Blackheart

D'gerik Blackheart
"Damn it.... You still had something in you after five direct hits..." D'gerik only had enough time to launch a single bala of his own to try and muffle the blast right before he got hit, but he didn't even realize that the attack coming wasn't like the others before it. The hit wasn't direct, but it was certainly close enough for the rings to catch D'gerik between them. Himself bound by Willow's attack, and feeling certain Willow might not be able to let out more than this with the amount of direct hits he took, D'gerik took instead to offer a truce.

"I'm not so sure we can keep this conversation up for much longer without serious risk to our health, lad.. Perhaps we should call it a draw so we may recover..?"

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