[Birth]<Superia>[Bankai Triall][INV]

"CER-" Too late, the bala's slammed into both of them, a huge uproar of smoke and dust blasted across the area and destroyed a large chunk of the inner portion's of the cave. The Vizard couldn't help but stare at them in awe of their display of experienced power. He didn't fully understand how pieces of his own body could become stronger then him...Everything people had explained about the order of the world; it easily contracted what he was seeing face to face. His hollow and his Zanpakuto fighting it out, like his Zanpakuto is the holder of the body. Satoshi's hand clenched, teeth grinding out of gradually increasing annoyance of the situation. He was practically being useless...And did he hear Kiyomemasu say it was HIS mind? What was going on here..? Kiyomemasu had stopped Ishotat from speakng about his own body, like there was a secret involved that Satoshi didn't realize.

Yellow sparks of energy were looming over the area. Kicked up dust and pebbles continued to tap on the floor as if there were invisible clouds raining miniature rock droplets. Marsellus could sense both of their energy, but they were both far too close and enraged in battle to be perceived individually with any sort of accuracy involved. Almost in response to his worried curiosity of the situation, the smoke cleared; slowly disclosing the location and actions of the two spirit's.

Steam poured from the wounds of Satoshi's alter-ego, wounds begininning to close. It was a slow process, but self-healing in any amount of proportion was nothing to be taken lightly. The hollow spirit began twitching and moving from his position. His scythe floating to the pale hand of a hollow, the scythe was slammed into the ground for body support. A deep breath was cycled through Ishotat, exhaling with a breath that seemed to push the smoke in the area away. Satoshi's eyes widened in a crude version of horror as he realized Kiyomemasu's fate. The zanpakuto spirit lay extremely wounded, his own scythe in his back.


Evil had boiled in the eyes of Ishotat, but was coated and hidden by a look of harmony and calm; content courage. the son of a bitch was clearly enjoying himself enough to make jokes about the situation at hand.

"Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn...And cauldron bubble." Ever so slightly torched, the pale spirit shifted toward Satoshi, who remained crouched in shock.

Ishotat chuckled-

"Oh dear...You look like you've seen a ghost..Who will proceed to suck the life out of you. I guess I have to fit that description" He spoke, and then laughed at his comment. He slowed his pace in order take in the scene a bit more.

The pale man's un-used scythe had arised from its lowered position, and was given a test swing through the air. He had feeling it was just for the hollow spirit to show off. Typical son of a bitch.

"Hey, maybe if you're lucky, you'll be reborn into someone less pathetic." He bellowed with laughter.

"Trust me..You won't be missed." Scythe raised and cocked back, one last escaped thing Ishotat's mouth before the blade struck for the Vizard's throat.

"Die." The sound of cut air was screaming through his ears as the three bladed scythe was unleashed in an arc. People had always said that your life would flash before your eyes before you died, a series of all your memories during a period of slowed time to review your decisions that you've made, and that consequences that have came from them. Satoshi had no such visions, however, a supposed irony could most definitely be seen within Ishotat. He was, after all, a total sum embodiment of the Vizard's life. He wasn't ready to die, but he wasn't afraid of death either.

A light sound of electricity had gently sounded, and he expected that to be an indication of his own death. He waited for the scythe to hit..One moment passed with his eyes closed..Another..But nothing came of it. He peaked one eye open, and they both burst wide open when saw Ishotat covered in head to toe with electrical chains.

More crushing sounds were heard, as he began breaking Kiyo's arms, until it seemed Kiyomemasu had enough and passed out. Ishotat was digusted, and looked down upon him with a vivid hate.

"You make me sick, loser. You don't get to just give out on me yet, I'm not DONE WITH YOU!" Ishotat's scythe lowered next to the Zanpakuto spirit's face.

"I'll take out one of your eyes!" Ishotat didn't hesitate, and a light sound of skin being broken was heard. Nothing was heard after for a brief moment, until Kiyomemasu awoke screaming in agony.

"AAAGHAAAAGH" Ishotat laughed and soaked in his victory of torture.

Satoshi's body twitched, and his muscles contracted in and out. Sparks of elecricity were fading off and on from the area around him.

Finally, Ishotat raised his arm, and his scythe along with it for one final blow to finish the job. It couldn't end like this..He couldn't let it..End like this. Why was this happening? He just wanted to get stronger, he only wanted to carry out his duty to his friends..Why would they betray him like this? Why?

"Perish to the abyss, you cheap copy." The scythe lowered with a mighty ferocity, screaming through the air like a serial killer banshee was about to charge at its victim. It was all over, this was it..It had to be. There was no returning from this if his own Zanpakuto died, it was all he had. He didn't know what to do..It was over. It was..It was..Enough. NO! THAT'S FUCKING ENOUGH! YOUR HEART WILL BE FUCKING SOAKED IN SESAME OIL BY MY HAND.

"Purge." Thunder shook the entire cave, the echo's only assisting the gargantuan noise. Lightning flashed before the sound, and it was bright enough to seem to match the sun itself. For a moment, it was life could be seen. And then, everything was suddenly clear.

"PERISH" The weapons of gold had taken no time to launch directly at Satoshi, but he stood firm and unsurprised at the hollow's reaction.

There was enough talking. He didn't need any words for what came next, only action. The Vizard raised, and clawed down in the air towards his face. A sonic boom carried the black, crimson, and dirty gold colors that collided with the stone, grinding and breaking the rock like his energy was trying to escape a prison. The weapons of bablyon collided with the energy, miniature explosions erupted from every point of impact and the twin energies of hollow white, and vizard black had spun in harmonous battle, rising to the roof of the cave before dissipating. Almost as quickly as the moment happened, it went by with an up-beat gust of wind that carried the smoke and dust from the cave.

Ishotat stood with his jaw practically wide open as the Vizard stood completely unharmed. The area around him was blown to smithereens, yet the ground he directly atop of was unharmed; simply cracked from the previous explosions. And upon Satoshi's face was his mask, wrapped around his entire skull. A feline-looking mask, with slit pupils of black in the center of burning yellow iris', and black sclera.

He released from his lungs trapped air, letting out a breath that sounded eerily similar to that of a hollow's own voice; he had held his breath that entire moment, attempting to focus his mind and regulate his breathing in combat. This power..It came from within himself. It didn't come from his Zanpakuto or his hollow..This was his own power. And by the fucking soul king, he was going to use to send this spirit to its knees and beg for forgiveness. Followed by a long reprimanding talk with Kiyomemasu about talking disrespectfully to his own master. It was time to learn his place as a Zanpakuto, he was fucking servant. Not a driver. And nothing was going to extinguish him from existance, no one. For within his chest, was a torch of rage. A boiling, churning rage that was grinding against everything inside him; it spread through his blood and muscles and allowed this newfound strength to serve his true purpose...To put this spirit to the floor, licking his fucking sandles and enjoying it.

Satoshi veered his head to the ground and confirmed his suspiciouns, and Ishotat grinned in this mutual realization. The bala's were simply a distraction, they were coated with electrical energy. There was no time to react, Ishotat snapped his fingers and the trajectories as well as the points of impact of each bala had re-erupted in electricity, and sent out miniature explosions of ions. Satoshi tried to move as fast as he could, but he knew he couldn't come out of this unscathed. But perhaps he could use this to his advantage as well.

The Vizard's hands begun motioning quickly, and was finished with a thrust of his hands. The explosions seemed to go off like a domino-chain effect, each one grazing Satoshi and singing pieces of his white Yukata-Kimono. One..Two..Three..The Vizard kept counting until he reached the final few explosions. Ishotat stood firm, watching with content as he believed Satoshi was trapped in the midst of these explosions, when in reality he was directing his velocity with them in order to end up by the area with the most points of impact in the smallest zone possible. The time came, and Satoshi's body was struck directly with an explosion.

Satoshi brought his own bala's to the game, matching each and every single sphere of power with another sphere of power, causing miniature explosions and sonic booms throughout the entire cave. Each shockwave erupted with passion, shaking loose rock and dust from the corners of the cave. There was no time to waste. As soon as each bala was matched, Satoshi dashed through the battle-smoke and brought down his scythe with the intent of speed rather then strength. Ishotat wasn't about to take it up the ass, pivoting his foot to the left and causing the blades to swing by his body by mere inches.

Ishotat spun into the pivot and brought his own scythe around in a sort of tornado strike, the blade splitting through the air toward's his very own chest. In response, he threw his scythe and allowed the cord in his handle to un-bundle, the three bladed weapon matched Ishotat's speed and clanked into it with a few sparks flying. He left no time for the hollow spirit to react, and pushed both of his hands out with an intensity that matched his next words.

"Meteor crash!" He bellowed, and Ishotat's body was thrown across the cave like a ragdoll. He slammed into a wall with a loud thud, but inhumanely recovered almost insantly and landed on the ground with his own torrent of energy. His scythe began coating in black lightning, and he realized what he was about attempt. Unfortunately it was too late for something like that to be charged. Spheres of held in explosions rained down on the area around Ishotat, and a colossal sound of electricity had zapped and was followed by a huge rush of air that blasted even Satoshi back.

He had enough retrospective thoughts for now, the hollow spirit has been dormant long enough and he couldn't tell if he was finished or simply biding his time to attack again once the smoke clears. He shouldn't allow Ishotat the choice of making that decision; raising his hand, he batted the air horizontally and sent a light wave of reiatsu. And what he saw was the last thing he expected.

Ishotat stood unharmed, with a face of an enraged beast. His palms were together, and dark black energy seeped from them. Rubble could be seen in excess in front of him. He must have used the surrounding rock to create a shield, damn. He didn't expect the stale-mate to get any worse, until when he looked up, he couldn't believe his eyes. 6 black solid orbs of reiatsu were quickly forming above Ishotat's livid silhoutte. Is that..? No..He wouldn't!

"No!! You FOOL, you'll kill us all!" Kiyomemasu screamed from behind Satoshi, realizing the same thing that the Vizard had.

Satoshi glanced at Superia with a mixed look of horror and worry in his eyes.

"SUPERIA, PUT UP A SHIELD NOW. THIS WILL LEVEL THE WHOLE CAVE SYSTEM!" Satoshi quickly looked back at Ishotat, his thoughts racing through different possibilities, and solutions.

The Vizard slammed his hands together, and the red orb of electricity immediately morphed into a lance of red.

"Black..Shotgun!" Ishotat spoke, and the orbs launched with immense speeds right for Satoshi. The Vizard lept for Ishotat as fast as he could, the lance in-hand ready to be chucked at the spheres. He was going to do just that, until he realized what was about to happen when the orbs flew directly past him. His advancement was haulted and he veered behind him to see the orbs aimed at Kiyomemasu's resting body.

"Damn." He muttered.

He should have known that Ishotat would have seen this coming. He must have predicted Satoshi had the power to match his own, and decided to go for a plan B. A rather dirty move, even for him. Satoshi pivoted his body and flash stepped directly in front of Kiyomemasu, pounding the lance of red he held into the ground before him. The explosion from the strike wasn't meant to be cataclysmic, as Crimson Beak was primarily a stealth-based move. But it was just enough to re-direct the orbs, flying past them. Unfortunately, the explosions from those orbs was another story.

Satoshi gripped onto Kiyomemasu and brought up a hand into the sky, a hollow shield of escudo materialized around them. The explosion was too much, as he expected, and it ripped right through the shield and blasted him away from Kiyomemasu, dealing several second degree burns. Luckily Kiyomemasu remained unharm from the blast. Half of the Vizard's mask was destroyed in the blast, but he clawed at his face and restored it once more. Sluggishly picking himself off his feet from the blast of force, Ishotat looked exhausted, but triumphant. Satoshi was too injured to keep up with him like this..He had taken too many blows and they were starting to take their toll on his body.