Olympus: Poseidon's Carnage [open || DE]

He wouldn't be alone for long, that was almost a guarantee, disturbing a peace such as this was bound to garner attention in the short term if not downright immediately. Blood dribbled down his chin as he reached up to wipe it with a hair arm, smearing the crimson fluid across skin in a manner similar to a blood crazed brute. How he adored carnage, the look of fear on his victims faces as their lives were taken forcefully and violently from them; hollow, shinigami, bount, vizard, they were all the same they all had the same look in their eyes.

The look of sheer terror.

His nostrils instinctively flared as the scent of shinigami finally settled strongly enough for him to ascertain that his zanpakuto wielding counterparts were nearby, but they would be too late, already he could sense the presence of two of his brethren, both fearsome creatures by their own right but with a lot of room to grow, this would be their training. . . .feeding grounds, here they would find the strength required to bring down the gotei, were they willing to partake of it.

You have any idea how hard it is to get that high of a score on a first person shooter game yoo baboon!

Golden, piercing orbs that were his eyes immediately settled on the newcomer with a petulant fury; female, shinigami. . . .no human. . . . no a weird mix of both, it wasn't the first time he'd come across a weird combination of races before, hell Athena was both shinigami and hollow and shinigami. In response the vasto lorde's face would twist into a less then bemused if not not slightly comical petulant rage, like a chef who had just had his food returned to him.

The fuck did you just call me you prepubescent shitsmear?

His eyes fell on her rather large blade as she drew it before him, this time his face grew slightly more bemused and he couldn't stop a little chuckle from escaping his lips at the resolve in her eyes as she did so.

I guess they'll give anyone shinigami powers nowadays, even little girls.

He craned his neck from side to side, the audible sound of bones shifting muffled by the screams and chaos erupting around them, Poseidon stared down the shinigami, it seemed she was serious about fighting him, surely she knew the gap in their strength, this wouldn't even be an entertaining fight in the slightest. As brutal as he was in his treatment of shinigami, Poseidon saw little joy in crushing those weaker than him if only to feed off their fear whenver he was in one of his moods.

Guess it can't be helped.

Almost suddenly Kozakura would feel her body shoot up into the air, as if dragged by some mysterious puppeteer, a good 10 or so meters. Before she would even have time to register this the vasto would appear right in front of her if not slightly above, his body angled slightly and twisting as his rather large tail arced around to smash into her mid section at the right shoulder, though aimed much like a traditional swing with a sword the tail would move almost like a whip, lashing out at the targeted area with a wicked velocity. Should his strike land it would send her crashing back down into the concrete below.

The vasto for the most part would remain in the air, mainly to see if the shinigami was still eager to continue this fight despite the class in their strength, but more so to expose himself to the reinforcements that would definitely still be on their way. He remained wary of the other hollow in the area, so far they hadn't joined in, merely watched from afar.

Damn cowards. . . . still carnage of this make did need an audience.

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Poseidon's eerie grin only seemed to grow in intensity as the shinigami blocked his initial attack. He could almost feel the give in her arms as she struggled merely to hold him at bay, a commendable look of steeliness about her as she grit her teeth, forcing his tail back with an impressive effort. Perhaps he'd misjudged her skill, having been an apex predator up until his fight with Alrich the vasto had a nasty habit of underestimating his opponents, one could barely blame him given how terrifying he was, but in that one moment of strength and defiance from Kozakura, she'd unknowingly make this encounter all the more difficult on herself.

You instinctively expelled reiatsu to counter act my 'puppeteer', I'm impressed.

Usually the opponents Tyrannus fought were so weak they died in the first exchange as such he tended to avoid such fights or end them quickly before he got bored. But in the shinigami's case this was different, she was a more durable punching bag and more importantly she had the resolve not to die, pure adrenaline surged through the vasto lorde's body as he recalled that look, it was almost erotic to a degree but not merely because his opponent was female. . .

His thoughts interrupted as he skin took on a much more angelic glow, giving off a soft sheen of holy radiance that seemed to almost pulse vibrantly with energy. As she jumped back a few meters she would find that the vasto lorde would not follow, uncharacteristically so given how gung ho Poseidon was in battle, instead the ominous grin on his face seemed to stretch even wider. A soft snort of air escaping his nostrils.

Let me guess, you want to lead me away from the city so we can fight where there will be less civilian casualties. . .

As he said this some ambulances and firetrucks would begin to arrive on the scene, human paramedics and firefighters rushing forward almost by the dozen to tend to the wounded and put out the fire, almost suddenly each of their necks would snap at grotesque ninety degree angles, the life fading from their eyes as they stood for but a few more seconds, as though they were dolls being held upright by their faces, before sagging lifelessly to the ground; within seconds their souls would emerge from their non spiritual bodies.

Let's just say, I'm not some dumb hollow you can wave a red cape at and expect me to come charging at it.

As he spoke the new victims would find their bodies suddenly and violently twisting, their fluids gushing out from every possible orifice as their bodies were wrung like towels, their screams gargled in a sea of breaking bone and squelching tissue, like an orchestra of chaos their cries almost seemed harmonious to the vasto lorde, only fading as their spiritual bodies were turned into lifeless mounds of twisted flesh and blood and left for his other brethren to feed on.

Those were the perks to being a hollow, death became synonymous with life and the sanctity thereof was rendered seemingly non existant, not for shingami, hollow or human. The shinigami however, they had to protect humanity, protect the sheep from the wolves and whatnot, their duty and obligation would make for excellent bait.

I'm perfectly fine to continue killing these cows off until you decide to stop running away like a bitch

Kozakura would find that this was a different degree of opponent, one that could think for himself on a level similar to if not surpassing her own. Part of it was also mind games, to fight him as she was would guarantee defeat if not imminent death were she not reinforced or backed up and yet if she left the humans of karakura town would be at his mercy. The dilemma would hopefully serve to be her undoing; he'd sensed her fear in their first exchange, she'd stifled it well but he knew the look when he saw it, simmering just neath the surface.

He just needed to raise the temperature a little more, each human death bringing them closer and closer to boiling point.

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The darkening sky momentarily caught his eye, as an engulfing blackness smothered the once bright blue sky, accompanied by a familiar surge of reiatsu.

Ares.

Golden eyes momentarily left Kozakura and shifted in the direction of the voice, settling on a darkly garbed man holding his blade into the air, the energy the weapon was emitting the cause of the sudden encroaching darkness. This was to be their first meeting, though they had yet to be officially introduced, he'd been aware of the arrancars reiatsu from their time on Olympus, it was hard not to be given the waves of power that emanated from his body. Though he himself lived for bloodlust and carnage there was an unsettling feeling whenever Ares was around, as much as he entertained the notion of them eventually fighting it was better not to cross his supposed comrade, not whilst the mission was yet to be completed.

Carnage has no boundaries, Ares. I offer no guarantees of your or your shops safety, you want it in tact you will have to protect it yourself.

Whilst cold, the vasto merely spoke what was on his mind, one could barely blame him for whilst having a fellow Olympian on the scene eased whatever fears he had in his mind about backup it also irked him slightly in that Athena had sent another to watch over him, an insult to his strength and his ability to complete the mission. Something he would have to speak to her about in future, though truth be told it could have been merely coincidence that had brought him and Ares together.

Besides Athena has given me complete discr--

His thoughts interrupted as a sharp force like a concrete punch struck the right side of his face, sending him reeling from surprise more than its potency. Before he could even process what was happening a second strike would send tipping him onto his back with such strength that the ground beneath him would have cratered under the weight of the force. . . if he had landed, the vastos body halting almost centimeters from the ground, floating there for a few seconds. This was why he hated interference, in his petulant snarkiness he'd completely ignored Kozakura, the shinigami capitalizing on his ignorance to land two very telling blows. Rage bubbled up inside him, more from his own shortcoming than anything else.

Blood trickled down the side of his mouth where she'd struck him as his body immediately tilted to its upright position again as though pulled by invisible strings in a manner any practicing excorcist would have been bewildered to behold. Just in time with Kozakura was finishing her spin attack.

hahahaha--

The area around him trembling slightly as a a coat of golden reiatsu began to bubble and froth to the surface of his skin, growing stronger and stronger with each cackle. This would only serve as a distraction however, keeping her preoccupied with the sheer strength of his reiatsu alone the vasto would move quickly so as to catch the shinigami off guard, his tail sweeping around his body like a moving whip in an attempt to swipe her legs from under her.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHRARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH THATS THE SPIRIT!

His left arm would lash out viciously in an attempt to catch her square in the chest or mid section. As weak as she was her eyes still held onto the embers of hope, perhaps in anticipation of backup or reinforcement, he would enjoy taking that from her first before properly destroying her.

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His blow connected. A solid hit that sent his shinigami counterpart back a few meters, judging from the way she responded she didn't like the impact too well. He could see the doubt begin to creep into her eyes, it was only a matter of time before she gave in. Unfortunately Koza would discover he was not the sympathetic type, sympathy led to hesitation, hesitation would almost always guarantee death.

What's wrong? don't tell me thats it? you were so full of fire a few moments ago

It was now that the shinigami would realize the true gap in their strength, for even as she stood there the muscles in her left would begin to shrink as if being crushed by an invisible force. The very leg itself would snap under the sheer force applied, all the while the vasto lorde approached his victim. Should her leg break successfully she would be immobilized allowing him to approach at leisure almost.

I admire your spunk so I shall tell you my name and why it is I am here

This time it her left upper thigh would begin to shrink under the pressure of his telekinesis, it would be only a matter of moments before the bone that lay neath the muscle would break under the force as well.

I am Poseidon.

Should she remain in the same spot he would now be standing over her, tail snaking about his body rather cautiously this time, he'd been caught off guard once he would not make the same mistake twice. His left arm extending towards her as a golden cero began to form at his fingertips.

And I am here to usher the end of the gotei

Should Koza gaze into his golden eyes she would find no mercy there, only cold , blood fueled rage tinted with a hatred so deep it threatened to consume her whole. She had put up a valiant effort and for that reason alone she would serve to be his message to the gotei.

Tell your masters, Karakura belongs to Olympus now.

With those words Koza would find herself washed in a sea of golden energy. She would live, but by the skin of her teeth. After all, carnage like this needed survivors to carry on its tale.

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There was a temporary period of disappointment for Poseidon as his cero swallowed up the shinigami, akin to when a child has just broken a toy they were really fond of. That was the problem with weakness, you could only hold out for so long before you were overwhelmed completely. Where others would have looked upon the shinigami with pity for their floundering effort, maybe even with empathy for her plight Poseidon only looked upon her charred corpse with contempt and hatred. She was but another victim of a war older than both of them, another casualty, another statistic.

Her saving grace, the arrival of two powerful shinigami, his nostrils had picked up the reiatsu of the female just as she had stepped out of her senkaimon. Her aroma was tantalizing, incredibly so that the vasto lorde's body trembled with excitement and he couldn't help but dribble at the jaw with saliva at the thought of tearing into her. Her aura, though somewhat supressed, reeked of power, she wasn't a foe to be trifled with by any stretch of the imagination.

She would make for an excellent meal.

You know. . .

He turned from the charred corpse of his last victim, she was useless to him now as she was, death was beneath him to give to her and he would allow her wounds to take her instead. His tone ominously calm, the tone of a bred killer, one who had repeated the action so many times over the course of his life that he now ached for more after having nearly killed but moments before.

To have the weakest amongst you be the first to arrive speaks volumes about the mentality of the gotei

There was an obvious sneer about his tone this time, one enemy to another, how he loathed the shinigami, the very thought of their systemic slaughter upon hollowkind got his blood boiling, they had tested his existence many times before, now it was his turn to return the favor. The vasto lorde's fingers twitching uncontrollably as he fought to keep his composure, Athena had given him discretionas to how the mission was to be carried out, but in the end the point was to send a message to the gotei, one that he would have to keep in mind in case things got out of hand. For now he could at least count on Ares for backup.

Frankly its insulting that you would send such fodder to me in your stead

As he spoke another shinigami would arrive on the scene, the familiar scent of one he had encountered before filling his nostrils as the vasto couldn't help but smile grimly.

And then we have this loser over here, I see you got rid of the tattoo I branded on your face after your loss, I'll be happy to rebrand you again if you want. . .

He let out a low rumble of a laugh, though to the shinigami around him it would sound like a roar. He was finally in the mood, Kozakura was merely the appetizer getting him warmed up for the main course.

TELL YOU WHAT THOUGH SHINIGAMI, I'm in such a good mood right now I'll take both of you on simultaneously.

Neither of them knew the full extent of his power. Arashi he had bested in hand to hand combat and whilst he hadnt seen either of their zanpakuto let alone the full scope of their obvious prowess, both shinigami would know that it was no boast by any stretch of the imagination. The vasto's tail snaking around his body in anticipation.

They would see the best of what Olympus had to offer them.

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