THE FALL [P]

There really was no peace to be had this day, was there? That gut feeling he had about something being off? Yeah, it was right. Just as he was getting ready to leave, to finally see his daughter after so long spent apart, these two... intruders had to interrupt him. He hardly noticed them at first, having little to no reiatsu signature. But that made sense. They were, after all, Quincy. Sighing, he turned to face them, a rather large male, and a smaller woman. Not bad, perhaps on a different day, he would have taken her back to Olympus. Willing or not. But that wasn't in the cards this time. They had come on order, by whoever led 'reich' looking wanna be's, to come and bring him back as an ally. Or slave, depending on how you looked at it. And right now, he didn't like the words coming out of either of their mouths.

Especially when he mentioned his daughter.

Truthfully, had he left her out of this, and merely came for him, he would have considered it. He did hate the Shinigami, after all, and he DID want to wipe them out. Even if he had to align himself with lesser beings, it would get the job done, but he didn't like what his tone implied. To threaten his life was one thing... but Emi's? No. That alone made his decision. Looking at the larger of the two, he sneered. "You know, I was thinking about. Until you opened that big fat fucking mouth of yours. You search me out, ask for MY aid, and you have the fucking balls to threaten my daughter? Maybe next time you should let your bitch do the talking if you want someone's help." Glancing over to the female he regarded as 'Bambi', he made a face of disgust at her... proposal.

"As for you, woman, I wouldn't lay with you if you were the last piece left in this world. I can smell the rot from between your legs from here." Reaching down with one hand and unsheathing his zanpakuto, letting it hang casually at his side. "Now, shall we get this over with? After I cut your heads from fucking shoulders, I'll make sure to bring them to whatever false king you serve as a warning." There was no other path here. he refused, they fought. Simple as that.

Enough talk indeed. From his shield, Gerard withdrew Hoffnung and lunged forward to meet the attack head on. It would take multiple Captains on any given day to defeat him. So his lord as spoken, and so it would be. The heart of the Soul King, Kisho's release of Reiatsu was nothing against him. It would take days for any effectual damage to occur. And this strike? The one meant to cut him and his fellow comrade down? It was stopped in its tracks, half way. There was a reason why his sword would never falter against another, especially not the "man" in front of him. Sheathed in hope, the hope of all, Hoffnung could never so much as be scratched from the vile ingrates that, had the circumstances been different, would be fighting for their lord instead of dying. Hoffnung rose at an angle as Gerard punched upwards to deflect the blow, sending the opposing blade skyward, and it was with this momentum did the Quincy's wrist jerk, his own blade coming crashing towards Kisho's chest. The blow in itself would be devastating to be sure, enough to split flesh and crack ribs. One strike, one blow, one mere moment of movements to bring this to a close.

They were good. But not good enough. He was a warrior with skills trained in battle, learned with blood. He had lived four life times of war, while they sat in their palace and hid in the shadows for years. Kisho did not. The male Quincy had managed to deflect his strike with little consequence despite his blade being charged with energy, while it didn't surprise him, it did annoy him. As his blade went skyward, and the male attempted to drive his own weapon in to his chest, he caught the glint of the females weapon. Momentarily releasing his grip on his Zanpakuto, he dropped low and dipped out of the way of the males strike, while at the same time rescuing his hand from the attempted removal. His hand shot out a second time and regained his grip on his own weapon, and immediately used Shunpo to put distance between himself and the two Quincy.

It seemed he needed a new strategy.

Smiling, his blade flashed, and released in to two large crescent blades nearly the size of him. "So... you wanted to see the power of my Hollow? Very well.." Without even the slightest movement of his hand, his Hollow mask took shape and covered his face. With a resounding boom utilizing Sonido instead of Shunpo, he went back on the offensive, appearing in front of them once more. He went low, each of his blades swinging at their waists intending to cleave them apart, but that wasn't all. With not even a motion, on either side of the Quincy, a Cero would form, and attempt to sandwich the two of them between the Cero's.

Kisho may have called this pathetic form the destroy of worlds...but it was nothing compared to the power of God. Using Hoffnung, Gerard split his own hand open, forming the Quincy Zeichen skybound and in his own blood. The explosion of power as the Vollstandig was immense, perhaps even exceedingly uncalled for but...they were here on a mission. Recruit or kill, and the former option went right out of the door. There was no use wasting anymore time, as the true enemy would have no doubt been looking for outside aid just the same. In this perfect form, even Kisho's degrading power would work against him. Trying to diminish Gerard's power only made him that much stronger, and now bearing the wings of the Seraphim, he aimed Hoffnung at the incoming wave of blasts...and began firing his own. Only his were that much stronger, and he did not stand idly to see who would win. The answer was obvious...but how would the Vizard react once Gerard went airborne, Hoffnung's blasts no longer intercepting Kisho's attacks but rising up and over them, creating gargantuan sinkholes, deeper and deeper into the earth with each intentionally missed blast.



If Bambi was smart, she'd take this oppurtunity to deliver the killing, or at least a maiming blow, if she could.

They were worthy opponents indeed, smart, quick on their feet, and strong. It was refreshing, it had been so long since Kisho had such worthy prey. They were going toe to toe with him, deflecting his blasts with their own. And then they did it. They released. Both of them. He merely laughed, even as they bombarded him with their own attacks, orbs and explosives set by the female, the male destroying the field around him to limit his movement. But he was a GOD. He was the ultimate offense, and defense. There was nothing that he could not survive. He had learned. Adapted. And he was stronger than ever. Over his body, a layer of black smoke formed, and slowly he began to walk forward. Each explosion 'bouncing' off him as if they were not even there.

But as he continued forward, the attacks suddenly became more intense, the amount of reiatsu used to negate these abilities were beginning to take a toll on him. He was breathing heavy now, stumbling from an attack here and there. He snarled, his tongue lashing out angrily. He had to end this, now. Growling, he looked to his right hand, and began to gather reiatsu in it, a small amount at first, then it expanded to the size of a bala. Looking at the two Quincy above him, he jumped.

Dropping the smoke from around his body, he increased his speed, using a Sonido to bring him between the two. The male was quick, and like him, built to withstand attacks. But the female? She would be easier prey. Again he used sonido, then again, and again, dancing around the female and staying out of harms way of the male. Still, he held on to the orb. He would follow Bambietta wherever she went, whether she attempted to run, or not.

Using Sonido to bring him with melee range, he would reach out in an attempt to grab her shoulder, while the other hand would move forward to push the ball of reiatsu in to her stomach, and release it. Even if she managed to evade his attack, the orb would rip towards the male, and explode on the first thing it made contact with. And death would come.