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

Theocelese didn't care about the Shinigami that Poseidon was dealing with. It wasn't his job to clean up anyone's mess. What was he, the ape's mother? It would soon become apparent there was more important things to handle when Tyrannus' form began to grow. In the pit of his gut, he knew what was going to happen. The swelling of power before devastation was released. It was a rare act indeed for Theocelese's eyes to widen as they did, and he quickly reached back, going to grab at the Quincy. He barely knew the man, and although he only heard stories of the Quincy and their barbaric methods of handling things, this one he saw more of a person than just, well, an unintelligent savage. "Mr.Liam...Let's go. Come, Now!" He bellowed. All words before Tyrannus engaged into becoming an unliving bomb, he didn't have time to think about. Out of all of this town, he didn't care about one single building except for one. It was some distance from the initial blast radius of Ground Zero, but the shockwave would more than likely demolish it. Theocelese couldn't have that, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Whether or not Liam would let himself get taken with, or Emi's war, the other humans and the Shinigami. She came before all of this, even before himself.



He Stepped the couple times it would take to get over to where the place he once called home resided, and threw up an arm. He stood out levitated above the entrance, hearing the patrons and owner screaming in fright at what they could only assume must have been some kind of bomb, or a meteor. A pulsating, black orb lined with purple veins appeared at the palm of his hand. A Cero. A special kind, one he rarely used but in this instance, he needed one of his strongest to offset the shockwave that was quickly approaching. Unfortunately, he was going to have to take out some people as well to do this, and as much as it pained him to take out the married couple across the street, they didn't matter to him. The powerful cero exploded outwards, the sheer strength warping the visible area around the beam. First, the building and the couple inside would be taken out, and then it would hit the ground at an angle. This in turn, created a counter-shock wave that would meet the other and curve the destruction around the only place that mattered. When it was said and done, there was ruin all around him. His little slice of heaven was safe, but it would appear there was another joining the fray. With a long and deep sigh, Theocelese began to fit his shield around his arm once again and draw his blade.



He Stepped out towards the position of Tyrannus and the newcomer, and with a powerful shove, meant to push Poseidon out of any potential harm and instead, let his shield block the strike from the newest combatant.

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Blodeuwen skidded to a halt, just as the hollow was beginning to call out to his arrancar friend. She had exited her step between the hollow and its garganta. She had been going very, very quickly. Blodeuwen prided herself on being nimble enough to take huge leaps during each step, almost none were her superior in stepping, there were hardly any souls that could outspeed her. But just how far, she had never truly had to test until now, when racing back to the fight had been of utmost importance. The shock of seeing the hollow made her react instinctively while it was still talking.

"Hao 1, Sho!" she said, her words spilling over each other as she heard the hollow say "Naruki City" before the force of the spell would blast him many meters away, into the dying embers of the explosion behind him, further from his Garganta. There was reiatsu everywhere, too many things were going on for her to keep track of so in the half a moment she had she took in; Arashi on the sidelines. Theocelese and the quincy fighting. The human, Ichigo Kurosaki, was there. Wait, explosion? She realized after the fact that they had already been engulfed in a huge explosion; there was little she could do for them now. And she had come between the hollow and its escape; never a good solution. What she didn't understand though, was why Arashi was just standing there, doing nothing and why not a single captain of the Gotei 13 had arrived. Anger bubbled into her head and she let it run its course, not disrupting her at all. Blodeuwen was stable. She was calm.

"Arashi!" she cried to the lazy soul reaper. "Help me!" It wasn't a command, nor was she pleading. It was merely a request and it was spoken in a neutral but serious tone of voice. She was weary of the telekinesis. "Hado: Wyrth Bendigeidfran." She said and her hair, usually a shimmering blonde, turned jet black as seven starlings appeared around her. "Attack the monkey!" she commanded them, and they flew towards the hollow at high speed. They travelled towards him in a formation, each of the seven starlings circling a fair distance away before diving in, attacking from all angles, leaving a few moments between each attack.

Due in part to his brother Tyrannus, Theocelese didn't seem to have to worry about the orange haired Shinigami. He would have to give some serious credit where it was due, as the Quincy's and Shinigami's backlashed attacks did nothing but act to his own merit. Though he meant for the Quincy's safety in a completely sincere manner before, he had taken the route to opt out of such a thing. He was now a combatant, and as a combatant, would be given no quarter or mercy. The moment the chainsaw sword came at him, all ties to any of his friends were severed. Such an act, and the audacity to lash out in such a way...Brave, no doubt, but would result only in Retribution. A little something Theocelese whipped up when someone made the mistake of getting too close and realizing their britches were too big, the ultimate in a blood-trade. It was the act of a mad man to actually turn into the strike, but Theocelese did so. His eyes flashed red as his shield arm moved further to his right, and right arm moved into position by raising up high.



Death Attack/Maim Counter
The Seele quickly moved into his skin, and would then cut into the muscle, the bone, and sever it completely and with much greater ease as the Arrancar moved to make this happen much quicker. It also meant the Quincy's arm would be at an odd angle, leaving him open and exposed. Just as Theocelese's arm became lost to him, Liam's own left arm would be lost just the same, suffering the same exact injury as the Arrancar. It would be within that very moment when utter confusion was sure to take over, did Theocelese's right arm came straight down in a 1 O'Clock strike, his sword arm aimed to chop right into the Quincy's neck, and thusly giving him only a few moments left to live.

His attack against Theo would have gone off without a hitch. His Seele would have sliced through the Arrancar's arm as if it had been made of silk. Unknowingly cutting off his own arm in the process due to the Arrancar having learned some Voodoo during his long life.

Death Defense

Thankfully for Liam's limbs. Such an event never came to pass. In a way the reflected attack that was no doubt meant to ruin his day ended up saving him a great deal in the long run. But such irony would be lost on Liam. For at the moment his fight or flight instincts kicked in and choose to run instead of standing and fighting. As the bolt came screaming back at him. The miniature Riss marble inside of him activated. Increasing his strength by several times over. Before he was only slightly faster than Theo. But now he completely outmatched the Arrancar in terms of raw speed. Blurring away from the impact of his own technique, almost leaving a vacuum of air behind him.

But it wasn't enough for Liam. With a growl of "Bring Ruin." Black smoke began to pour off his body. Coalescing into an orb that hovered around the small of his back. Breathing in, Liam's speed grew from impressive to outright insane as he blasted away from the battlefied. Arriving at the side of the one person that actually seemed to have a handle on the situation.

But before he could rest, another signature popped up on his spiritual radar. The same Shinigami that had been getting his ass kicked earlier was heading towards them. With a large amount of weariness and small amounts of hostile intent aimed right at Blod.

His finger pointing behind him almost on instinct. Liam's digit crackled and sparked. Firing another bolt of lightning into the Shinigami's torso as he appeared to strike his commanding officer in the back of her neck. Hopefully either putting him down for the count, or at least distracting him enough for his strike to fail.

"You really need to get a better screening process." He dryly commented under his breath. Loud enough for only Blod to hear.

Gage had spent all day out and about, picking up new parts for his motorbike, the engine needing some fresh rotors and a new piston retainer arm. He could have made it at home but for things this small he would have to get it right the first time down to the smallest micro meter and if he was even the slightest off the engine would bind and shred the inside of the cylinder walls. As such for these kinds of parts he generally just goes out to buy the part if he needs one. Tucked under his chair Gage has his paper bag safely out of sight while he eats his lunch.

He finally found a decent pizza place in town, the chance that this country at all would have a decent one being slim to nothing but today must have been his lucky day. He was walking down main and there it was, the red and white striped canopy catching his eyes instantly. A chill rolls down his back, something catching his mind but so faintly that he would have dismissed it if it were not for the sudden feeling do dread on his shoulders, as if he had just opened the door to 'Deaths' house. Looking around he see's everyone walking about, going on with their business as if nothing had happened, something was coming and it would be worse than if the moon had just fallen on them.

Suddenly at the end of the street three blocks up where it 'T's off into the next road a bus flies by, not on the ground speed though. It was airborne, the faces of all its passengers all stuck to the windows in fear. Gage had nothing. There was no reaction that you can have, nothing that would make what he saw make more sense. Suddenly there is an explosion, the bus coming to a sudden metal warping halt as it collides with a concrete wall leading into the power plant that runs the majority of this city and of two smaller cities off to the east. "Oh my god..." Everyone on the street stopped, some seeing the bus and being confused while others heard the explosion and summed it up as a major accident. Dropping his pizza on the side walk he stands, people slowly bustling over to the street in hopes to get a better look but Gage could tell the difference now, he could feel the energy and actually name what was causing it.

"Hollow's..." Running to the street Gage wants to cut everyone off, shooing them back away from the street to keep them from becoming targets but there was no chance. Just seconds after the first blast, caused by the bus exploding, there is a second explosion. One that rattles his bones and knocks the wind out of his lungs even though he is blocks away. Metal rain and boulders of concrete fly by his head, pelting the crowd with solid death as they are mowed down by the tens. Struggling to his knees he sits up and looks around, his ears ringing as his vision swims. Looking around Gage spots a young woman laying on her back beside him, a large piece of rebar sticking out of her thigh and curving in a 'u' shape to re-enter her abdomen. Gasping for air she lays there, her hands grasping at the ground beneath her as her lungs refuse to work due to the lanced diaphragm.

Sliding closer to her he takes her hand in his own and looks into her eyes,"Its alright, your alright." It was an outright lie, Gage could tell that she was minuets if not seconds from death and he had nothing that he could do. "Your going to be Okay." Seconds feel like hours as she struggles to catch her breath, her paralyzed lungs refusing to move. Leaning forward Gage pulls her head up to his chest so that he hides her face as she is weakening, the panic and struggle slowly fading. Looking around himself the mayhem is a nightmare. People all over are maimed, dead or staggered, Gage's own physical resistance to damage being barely enough to leave him coherent unlike the majority of the people here.

A black cloud of smoke floats upward, billowing into the sky like a beacon to the world that here is death and that all who deal in death are welcome.


Staggering among the remains Gage is in a daze, looking out among the sea of bodies to see a single shadowed figure hunched over a plus, newly formed, feasting as a wolf would after not eating for days on end. The blood was too much, his knees giving out forcing him to his knees. Hundreds of people were injured, he had nothing to do but to watch in horror as this beast gorged on souls. He wanted to stand back up, to yell out but he couldn't even pull the air back into his lungs, his body paralyzed with the energy that this beast was putting off. Looking up from all fours Gage spots her, another human but something more.

Drawing a blade comparable to her body she swings, but to no avail. The eyes of the hollow were upon her, almost as if they were dissecting her already, just to see how she ticks. Picked up into the air with a flash of movement she is gone. Gage's first reaction was that perhaps she had lept away to get some distance from the hollow. He could feel her energy but it was severally overshadowed by the demon in front of her. Above her, about 1 meters up she reappears, as if slung into the sky, her body limp and loose just as the Hollow's spinning body flings its thick furry tail like a bullwhip of concrete and steel into her crossed arms protecting her torso. It was not a massive defense but it was enough to stop the tail, a blast of wind and energy blowing past him with the speed and power of a tank blast, cratering the ground directly behind her.

Maybe at one point in his life he would have been able to tussle with these titans but right now he was a fly on the wall, barely able to stay on all fours. Falling backwards Gage props his body up under the weight so that he is kneeling, his arms loosely down at his sides. A short exchange of words from the massive hollow of a man preludes an unusual light that he begins to emanate, glowing like some foreign god. The sound of alarms screeching in his ears makes Gage's eyes fade back into reality, his face slowly turning to the people scurrying about, their police and firemen uniforms barely recognizable in his daze. A fireman jumps out of his truck, his own spiritual energy so weak that he literally is blind to the atomic bomb standing in the road in front of him.

The ringing in his own ears slowly fade as the mans hand shakes his shoulder. "---right!? Are you alright?!" Gage reaches up and grabs his wrist, looking him in the eyes in horror.

"Run..." all Gage can muster is a whisper. A half hearted voice of fear and worry before that entire emergency crew fireman and the police included all included suddenly going still as their heads snap to the side, necks breaking in an instant like a chopstick. The world suddenly turns from a horror movie to a flat out nightmare. Their bodies begin to twist, rotating like a rag, squeezing out all fluids like a tube of toothpaste. The sight was horror but it was nothing compared to the sound. Everyone was dead or at least paralyzed from the neck breaks but that did not stop the sound of organs and blood forcing themselves out from in between the bones and sinew of the bodies.

The surge of spiritual energy from the two rivals battling up the road makes Gage look back, the female shinigami launching into a second attack. The man beast of a monsters attention drew itself to another, a second blindingly strong hollow, giving her just enough of an opening to get double tapped with the force of a jack hammer. A glimmer of hope begins to burn in Gages eyes, maybe she would be able to do this, maybe she would be able to hold him back long enough for-.

He was cut short as the falling hollow does not even touch the ground. Wide eyes watch as the hollow rears back up like a demon that does not know when to stop. Lashing out he throws a punch at her, her tail intercepting just in time to soften the blow enough so that she is knocked back and out of air. He was stronger than her, she would have no chance to do anything more than struggle. Gage wanted to stand, to move forward and step in but all he could do was watch in horror, he was out classed by skill and speed. In power and energy. He was an ant on the wall, barely more noticeable than the human bodies around himself.

Then they were there, two matching strengths, filling the air with the energy that Soul Society seems to put out. It was the Shinigami. He had never really disliked the Shinigami or their organization but he never really wanted to see them as a whole. It wasn't until they had shown up that he realized how much he needed them here. He was nothing in this fight, a spectator in a gladiator battle, the shinigami the gladiators and the Vastocar the Lion that they battle for blood sport. Its was good that they had shown up too, if they for some reason had not shown up sooner then perhaps the golden beam of death the the hollow named 'Poseidon' would have been followed up by a second follow up killing blow. In its smoking remains she lays there, wounded and burnt, her clothes singed to her body.

It was two, death dealing machines, that appeared to step in. Then it was four energy signatures in the air. Two hollows and two shinigami, the levels of energy in the area so high that they could rival that of an atom bomb. This location was not safe with the one hollow, much less now that a full fledged battle was about to open up with four titans battling blow to blow. The female Shinigami used her Shunpo to step to the side of the burned and injured Sub-Shinigami. Now...I have to move now. Standing Gage turns and dives into a building, immediately scouring the floors above him with Soul Communication to find any living souls in the building. Bingo, one at the second highest floor, hiding in the cubicle under a desk as they most likely thought that war had come to Karakura town. If only they knew how true it was.

Gage was never one to be at the bottom of the barrel, almost always ready to stand and fight but his pride was greatly overdone by the massive swirls of energy in the area. Using his Bringers Light he steps upwards from platform to platform in the stairwell until he is suddenly cut off as the shinigami robed in white and black robes shoots by in a swarm of rubble and momentum. Gage, once upon a time would have worried about being spotted but he had learned a great deal when he was stronger. That training having not left him even though he may be Fullbringless. His own energy was suppressed farther down than even a healthy human, the energy being similar to that of a wounded soul. In a blur of motion the shinigami bolts past him once again, flash stepping back up and out the hole he had just entered through.

Jumping into the office room where the Shinigami had claimed his landing he stops and looks about, this was the floor with the human that was hiding. Walking around Gage runs up and slides to a stop on his side beside her. She was young. To young to be working in a building like this but she was here none the less. "Hey, are you alright?" Gage's face was panic stricken, blood from a head sized rock having struck him on his crown during the initial explosion. It must have been what caused the dizziness and ringing. Wiping the warm blood from his head he looks at her. "Hey are you alright?" Laying a hand on her shoulder he shakes her softly, trying to remain quiet as they were still out there fighting like monsters. Nothing, She must have been in shock, the destruction outside in combination with the energy that she cannot feel having placed her in a pseudo-coma.

Picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder he walks to the far wall, a concrete barrier between him and the relative safety of being on the other side of a building. Touching the wall with one hand he turns the concrete to sand, the grains falling to the ground before him in a gust of dust and wind. Hopping out he falls the four stories to the ground and lands, repeating his sand ability on the ground, using the underground street tunnels as a hidden way to get around. Stepping as fast as he can he moves nearly a half mile away, setting her down in a small pile of dirty rags, her body mostly out of the dark murky water. "You'll be alright." Turning Gage takes a breath, vanishing in a gust of wind back into the fray once more. There were more people out there and he needed to do what he could to get the injured out of there.

Stepping out of his small hole in the street he comes face to face with a true nightmare. It was a different hollow but the same hollow. It had changed forms, growing to an impossible size so that it towered over the building in the area and it was coming down fast. Before it even made contact with the ground buildings and glass were shattering from the sudden change in air pressure. Gage did the only thing that he could, forming himself a stone cocoon from the concrete around him. When the beast did not land within twenty feet of him the energy and impact itself was enough to rip his shelter out of the ground like he was in a hurricane with a cardboard box for shelter. He was literally picked up and hurled backwards through the sky like the rubble around him, arcing through the sky like a comet before he comes to a stop. His back finds the hood of a car, landing square in the middle of the wind shield, all the glass on all sides blowing out from the impact.

His vision fades and he sinks into unconsciousness for a few seconds before he struggles back to life and looks at the destruction in front of him. His back was in pain, his ribs broken from the impact with the top of the car roof and his right leg was snapped in the middle of the femur. His right arm was broken at the elbow, bent backwards at an unnatural angle. Tears start to form as he feels outward slowly with his Soul Communication. There was nothing. All was dead. People, animals, plants, he couldn't feel a single living soul. There were hundreds if not thousands of people that had just perished in that one explosion. These titans, these monsters had come again to his world to wage war. They have their own lands but still they fight here. No more. This isn't right. They have their own worlds but feel the need to interfere with the human world. If it meant dying he would end it. He would seal the planes of travel between the worlds so that the residents are sealed there unless called on in the reincarnation process. This tragedy, this terrorism...will end. He will end it.

Blodeuwen had at least paid summary attention to Ari throughout this entire ordeal. She had felt it, the wave of pressure that meant something huge was coming imminently. At first her heart soared... But in that split second just before she began enchanting she heard his apology. Her heart dropped. No. There was no way... Arashi was... Betraying them?

The bankai blossomed into existence and Blodeuwen's instinctual reaction was to violently expel all reiatsu around her. In a huge pulse of sickly sweet reiatsu Blodeuwen inadvertently (for she hadn't even realized it was coming) blasted away the binding reiatsu of Tyrannus's telekinesis as well as the swirling blindness caused by Arashi's bankai. She did finish invoking her spell, and the starlings appeared around her. But having been affected by that blindness, and having heard his apology... She did not send them towards the monkey, they hovered around her. The bankai would shortly close back in, she realized and she had bought herself the opportunity to escape. But she couldn't. She was frozen in place, waiting for Arashi's next move. And there it came; he stepped to appear behind her. Her reactions were imeccable as she used Chop Suey! and they did the job all on their own. She grabbed the handle of her Zanpakuto.

She stood, gazing into his eyes, her hands gripping his sword with a crushing grip. There was so much she wanted to say to him. So much disappointment she wanted to convey, and her eyes glowed a deep dark blue to try and let him know. Know that what he was doing was not merely wrong, it was evil. But all she was able to do was let out a high pitched "Woooooooooooooooooooooah!" sound, like in dumb old kung-fu movies. The instant Arashi had appeared behind her, however, the starlings had all launched themselves at the shinigami, seven of them flying at point blank at cero speed, as Blodeuwen's pitch black hair, dyed that way by the kido, seemed to crackle with the sheer energy of the grip with which she held Arashi's blade.

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