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

Things seemed to breeze by as though in a whirlwind, such was the nature of chaos, it was a a consuming tornado wreaking havoc in it's path; the blonde shinigami had taken the charred corpse of Kozakura elsewhere, not that her healing would save her now, she was a goner, for all her spunk the half shinigami was still inferior by a painful degree, her injuries would be extensive and bringing her back would mean the blonde shinigami would definitely be preoccupied for a while. Ares had gone and chased after her leaving the vasto temporarily to his own thoughts, his eyes surveying the carnage unfolding, a few more ambulances and fire trucks had arrived on the scene whilst they were fighting and the humans had hurriedly gone about treating the wounded and trying to put out the fire.

These he would quickly slaughter for good measure, each one's neck snapping rather violently, to one such as Poseidon this was but the venting of his violent urges, however they would quickly surge once again when he sensed the arrival of the quincy, curiosity would have gotten the better of him had Arashi not then reappeared at that moment. The kido he fired slamming hard into the vasto's tail as it snaked out viciously to intercept it the sound much worse than the actual damage dealt, the shinigami might as well have tried to tickle him. There was a distasteful resolve in the shinigami's eyes as he seemed to 'power up' , taking a martial arts stance that would only receive a scoff from the vasto lorde.

Admirable, but as you've seen I dont need to be near you to inflict damage.

Folding his arms over his chest the vasto allowed his tail to snake protectively about his body, it was a useful limb on this body, not only providing him excellent balance and and incredibly low sense of gravity, it was an extra arm or leg or even rope when needed.

You are inferior, you've always been with that lacklustre attitude and yet. . . .

His face breaking into an ominous smile once more, more amused than anything but no less terrifying to any that dared gaze upon the apemans face.

And yet you still move to help the gotei, why continue to fight when it will only guarantee a meaningless death?

Things had escalated on a grand scale, this would definitely garner enough attention from the gotei, enough to consider Olympus a serious threat, as far as he was concerned this was mission accomplished. Even this small talk he had with the shinigami was just to kill time until he was able to use 'that' ability, which would be very soon from the look of things.

It was time to start wrapping things up.

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With everything happening all once, Poseidon had lost track of the chaos going on around him, not that he wanted to micromanage it anyway, with things in such disarray the message was clear for the gotei. This was Olympus' stomping grounds, whether they sent back up or not was irrelevant now. His mission, as far as things were concerned, was complete. It was time to wrap things up. . .

All that stood in his way now was the shinigami, a simple problem given he had fought the man before and at least knew his opponent somewhat.

Yet for all his power, the man clearly had some deficiencies in the mental department, having just been told that he could be hit without even being near Poseidon the fool then proceeded to use shunpo to appear some ways above him, about seven or so feet, arm already cocked back to punch him. Poseidon's reply, like his instincts, were equally as swift as the shinigami would immediately find himself launched in Ares' direction at the speed of a bullet before he could even blink. Whatever power lay behind that punch would never be realized if he didn't connect.

Handle that pauper's excuse for a shinigami for me will you, he's more of a pain in the ass than I care to deal with.

As he spoke the vasto lorde's body would already be rising high into the sky, a dastardly look upon his face. One final act of carnage, a symbol to be left to the shinigami to clean up, dare he even include the unaware humanity that had otherwise been unexposed to the spiritual world up until this point. . . . then again cattle could in a way be considered dinner guests so what the hell.

Also protect yourself and your shop. From here on I offer no guarantees of any safety let alone yours brother.

His face looking down on the city now as he halted his ascent. For a moment he took it all in, the billowing smoke, the sound of sirens filling the air, the screams and wails of humanity underneath the rubble or tending to lost loved ones as hollow swarmed from all over to the feast that lay underneath him.

You must die! All hollow must die!

The shinigami held his blade inches above his chest, its steel dripping with crimson liquid as it cascaded down its edge and onto the hollows exposed mid section. His breathing was heavy, his body all but failed him and was holding onto life with but the faintest of strings.

B-b-but why? my existence has been of no threat to you till now, I have only consumed my brethren and no hum--

A searing pain would cut his speech as steel tore into his flesh once again, the pain almost too familiar now as he felt the life ebbing from his exposed wounds.

Shinigami will always kill hollow, that is the way it has been and that is the way it will always be. You can do nothing to change that.

His voice cold, emotionless almost, the voice of a true killer. His eyes held nothing contempt and mockery. He was nothing more than sport, another beast whose head would be mounted on a wall once he was 'purified'.

But surely my existence is more than just game for slaughter?

A chuckle escaped the nameless shinigami's lips as the blade was pulled out once more, a soft suction noise barely audible as he felt the cold, unforgiving steel leave his body. Its edge now sat a few centimeters above his face.

Your existence is meaningless, you are just another monster like all of them. Waiting for your next chance to kill and eat. Your death will be your greatest contribution to the world. . . .

With those words his hands would rise.

. . . and fall. . . .

Shinigami would always kill hollow. For as long as either existed their existence would threaten the other. Hollows to live, shinigami for sport. This situation was no different. . .

Existence. . .

Reiatsu burst from his eyes, appearing as pure golden flames that burned brightly against his otherwise dark eyes.

. . . meaningless.

His muscles would bulge violently, as though the skin became a bubbling pit of tar ready to burst at any moment, golden reiatsu pouring from his features now in waves as his body began to grow larger and larger.

just. . . . another monster. . . . . like all of them.

Golden reiatsu would now cloak his rapidly growing form, if they were any onlookers they would now be unable to see him as reiatsu covered every part of his body, before exploding outwards. The explosion would be fast, almost instant, like the flash of a bright light, reiatsu immediately fading away to reveal a monster of a hollow.

Standing at nearly 300 feet in height Poseidon easily dwarfed the tallest of menos; his body expanding to match that of a skyscraper, was draped over in a beautiful, if not feral, ashen fur. His human features all but gone as he resembled an ape more than a human, even so karakura town was still some ways below him.

that's the way it has been. . . .

Quickly steadying himself the vasto would immediately begin his rapid descent downwards, golden reiatsu coating his boy as he descended at meteor like speeds towards the city.

. . .that's the way it will always be. . . .

The moment his feet made impact the world around him would be swallowed in a sea of reiatsu, expanding outwards in a devastating shockwave that would raise that entire section of the city to cinders, anything left unprotected would disintegrate from the sheer force and power of the technique alone. Ahh yes. . . . that technique. . . .how long had it been since he'd last used it?. . . that technique. . . . the one he had named after him. . . . . the name of his executioner now symbolic of what he himself stood for.

TITANIC. . . . . .GUILLOTINE!!!!

He would stay in his titanic form a few more moments, allowing his sheer size and the devastation he wraught to settle in before shrinking back down to normal size. As the dust settled, onlooker from high above would notice that the shockwave was methodical in its destruction, the symbol of omega<[click]; Olympus' sigil now carved into karakura town. . . no into the earth where it stood for all to see.

Turning in Ares direction, if the man were even still alive, the vasto would nod as an indication that it was time to move on. A grim look of rage still burned into his face that would any hollow to shame; those memories. . . . still had an effect on him. . . . .after all this time he still couldn't. . . . . If the shinigami was still alive, he doubted that he wouldn't be, he would serve as his messenger to the gotei, Kozakura was of no use to him now that he had a 2nd witness, heck even that weird looking blonde shinigami would do at this point just as well. The message was a clear one, as clear as the sigil that was now cratered into the town like god himself had just spilled coffee on his lap whilst painting it.

Karakura town was no longer the safe haven it once was. Nor would it be.

There was nothing they could do to change that.

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