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The time for departure was fast approaching, and in light of any potential attack from...anyone, really, Theocelese felt it necessary to host a series of training days. The couple hundred Arrancar still inhabiting Las Noches as a loose semblance of a defense force attended. And why wouldn't they? These were the men and women who helped take back their home in the brief Civil War not too long ago. Blood was shed together, bread broken, and bottles opened. They were family. They were the people who, in a time of forced servitude, looked to liberate themselves. The only remaining Espada, and the strongest of them was looking to hone their collective force. Even then, and Theocelese having known this, and still not being partial to this mindset, knew that the mass of Adjuchas class Arrancar would always look to beings far more dangerous than themselves for guidance. For leadership. Many of these faces were already sectioned off by power types, areas of expertise and resilience and from that, squads formed and Captainship formed.
"Remember, our opponents outnumber us greatly but we have something they do not. They lack trust with another, and they do not fight as a single entity. They've nothing to gain in destroying us, but if they do not, they risk losing everything. The Soul Society lacks the conviction to truly bring the fight to the Wandenreich and in time, we will show them how a proper war is conducted. We've all trained hard the past few days, those of you who have taken up the shield are our Phalanx. You are our main body, and our main strength. You know how to combine your spiritual strength to dissolve energy based projectiles which would otherwise shatter your ranks. Your shields will stop all incoming arrows. They protect not only yourself, but your battle brothers and sisters both beside you, and from afar. We are the Armored Fist of Las Noches." He pointed his blade at another grouping of Arrancar. These were the fastest, the most nimble and agile. They would bring terror to the enemy with precise, coordinated attacks.
"For our flanks, our fighters who strike from the sides and the sky. You know to never engage first. Allow us at the front to stand and deliver, and when the Great Enemy has their sights fixed, remember that is your time to strike. Hit them from the blind spots and where they are weak, and we will collapse in on them. Find your points of egress back within us, and take back to the shadows to ready for the next time to reap. The Phalanx will rely upon you to cause chaos and mayhem." To this, he now looked towards the third grouping of Arrancar. Those particular types were ones Theocelese labeled as...Artillery and Bombardment. They were the most destructive of their forces. Their Releases, and favored talents of utilizing Cero and Bala allowed them to sit back at a great distance and provide an uncanny and unorthodox advantaged that, to Theo's confusion, no other army in the Eternal War utilized.
"And lastly, we have the Cero Division. Our experts in hammering our enemies from afar until there is nothing left to bury. You destroy their means of retreat, and decimate their forces as they advance towards us. Suppress the enemy, attack them relentlessly. Shatter their morale, and help win the battle before it truly begins."
These types of words were needed. All of these Arrancar knew how to fight independently, and loosely as a group. Their first forward clash with the Quincy went with mixed results, and while Theocelese was hard to keep within reach, they managed to stave the craven retches off. Now, before the next sortie could even begin, they needed to truly unify with one another. Each member of this fighting force needed to know their role, to understand the structures of leadership and discipline. They'd practiced against the empty sands, and today was no different. Craters littered the desolate wasteland of Hueco Mundo, and the air was thick with the hundreds of releases of their true powers.
"Break off into small teams, and fight with one another. Learn from each other. This is how the Wandenreich meet their end."
And so the Arrancar did as their General instructed them, breaking off into groups of varying numbers. Pairs, fives, and even small groups of twenty formed and headed out to give all others some proper distance and soon thereafter, the sounds of battle could be heard and the eternal night sky illuminated in a technicolored wonderment. Theocelese had not planned to join in the fray, but was content to move about the different battlefields to observe, to both praise and reprimand. He could not be soft on his brethren, not now. Perhaps if it was more of a singles setting, it could be more relaxed.
When the day's training had concluded, maybe he would seek out those still with the energy to fight for some further instructions.
Post by Shiro Inazuma on Sept 17, 2018 9:17:38 GMT
Shiro sat on the outskirts of the impressive displays of Arrancar going at each other, practicing, training, fighting. She stood up, fully decked out in her armor along with the sword she'd picked out. She was by all means prepared to do some training but the scene before her somehow made her feel like she didn't quite belong. Sure she could have just jumped right in and started training with everyone else but... They were all arrancar like Mr. Rose. Shiro knew Mr. Rose though and he knew her. On the other hand the girl didn't know any of these other people. She wasn't altogether sure this group would willfully accept a mere human jumping in among their ranks to have a spar with them... She hadn't exactly asked if it were alright for her to be here anyway, she'd just sort of followed Theocelese and wound up here as a result.
Ah what was she thinking... This was obviously training. Everyone but her was training right now, be it for an upcoming fight or just to get stronger. Shiro glanced over to Mr. Rose. having given him some distance considering the fact he'd begun directing affairs with this group as their general after they'd arrived.
Her energy released and the sword at her side was bathed in an electric blue field. "No use standing around doing nothing I suppose..." She uttered, deciding to scout out the groups that'd formed to determine which one would best suit her current capabilities. The presence released by everyone gathered here was almost stifling. She'd have to judge the groups carefully as she likely couldn't count on these arrancar to hold back for her the way Mr. Rose often did during their one on one training sessions. Still she wanted a challenge. Challenges helped with her mood, helped her overcome her own weaknesses and push forward.
There was a methodical sound of static sparks as Shiro stepped several times, pausing for a few moments to observe a group before moving onto the next one. It was a trick she'd recently picked up thanks to a well placed question and a hard learned training session. Even so, being able to move around in this manner far exceeded the efforts of an all out run. Besides she probably looked cool doing steps instead of running, though she had no basis for this thought. In fact it was probably more likely that her movements went unnoticed by the vast majority of the arrancar anyway. She was far from being the strongest person of the bunch but she also harbored no ill intent and therefore no killing aura to alert those who were with their groups training their skills.
She found a group and during a break in their fighting, stepped in. She could have sworn some of them even seemed to recognize her. Well it made sense since a lot of them probably hung around Las Noches. It didn't seem to be a secret that Theocelese had taken on a human to be his pupil. The ones who seemed familiar with Shiro had probably seen her in passing anyway.
The girl would have tried to spar with Mr. Rose after the groups had started training but it didn't seem like the right place to do such a thing given the current situation and his obvious ranking above everyone else. "Mind if I join in?" Shiro asked, holding her sword casually at her side while asking for the group's permission.
On the sidelines of the massive group of eager young cadets and grizzled vets, Pico sat back on a collapsed marble pillar that lay half buried in the sand. His arms where folded against his chest and his eyes were closed, brow furrowed tightly, almost tying a knot on his forehead. His jaw visibly clenched and shifted side to side as he sat, restless and.. fuming.
The only reason he bothered showing up to this retard-fest was because he was promised that there was gonna be a whole lot of fighting, blood sweat and tears. Pico's favorite. But every moment that passed, all Pico could hear was the old man babbling... on and on... and on. Truly, no one could carry on a speech like Theo, and each word more that bellowed out sent Pico further and further off the deep end. We fucking get it, you got the turtle pussies that hide behind their little shields, the fraidy cat shooter guys who can't even get up close and personal, and then even the real fighters that got into the knitty gritty were all a bunch of scrawny small fries, and he didn't need to be reminded of the whole joke of an operation anymore than was already blatantly apparent.
His ears were practically ringing at this point, his blood thumping in his neck, fists clenched like cinder blocks. It was good timing on Theo's part to finally finish his speech because, Pico finally snapped, hopping up off of the ruined pillar and rolling his shoulder as if to limber up. He was going to really give Theo a bruising this time, he had been itching for a good fight for way too long and he knew he wasn't gonna find it screwing around with these dumbfucks. No, he was going to go straight for the head. Pico HOPED this Quincy guy was stronger than Theo, cause he was just about tired of fuckin' around.
Pico's smoldering temper finally spikes, opening his eyes and hopping off of the ground before disappearing, a sudden eruption of fiery reiatsu crackling behind him, cracking the pillar and scorching the white stone in the wake of his explosive release of energy.
Hurtling across the battlefield, Pico finally came free from his step, a torrent of heat and reiatsu rippling through the air as he shot toward Theo, feet first in a rigid and full force drop-kick, now bothering holding anything back from step one. Let's see you handle this one, old man.
There had been many fighting all around him. Cero's being launched, volleys of Bala, and the releasing of Zanpakutou. While Pico's presence was noted, and he was expecting some sort of confrontation eventually, it'd all happened when he least expected it. With so much happening, Theocelese didn't even particularly notice the pissed of Arrancar until it was too late, and subsequently, took both feet to the face. Unfortunately, it was the side of his nose that caught the brunt of it all. This sent the man exploding backwards and into the sand. This, of course, stopped a great deal of the surrounding mock battles and those who did watched in awe. Many of the other Arrancar sought an audience with Theocelese to train, and he'd never turned them down. This sort of way Pico went about it, was deemed extremely disrespectful. No one would accost him, or say anything, but rather, they seemed more intent to watch the outcome.
"Owwwww....YOU SON OF A BITCH, KITTEN! THAT FUCKING HURT!" Theocelese called out from the settling cloud. The humor was just as thick as the rapid rise to anger, and the former Eighth Espada snorted a wad of blood and snot into the sand beneath him.
"Alright you little shit, you got my attention." He said this, unbuckling his belt of armaments, to which he hurled at Shiro. Theocelese couldn't help the grin forming on his face. "GIRL! See to my effects!" Oh yeah, Theocelese was pretty fucking angry by the sounds of it, but he was no where near the point of going on a rampage. The sudden strike was welcome, and a lesson everyone here needed to learn: Always be on guard in a battle. The very leadership of Las Noches failed in front of everyone, and as such, paid the price. He knew how Pico liked to fight, and would happily oblige him. But first, to try and even the score...
With a static burst of Sonido, Theocelese appeared beside Pico, his fist already cocked back, and he launched a punch at the hot-headed Arrancar which would have the same effects as the drop kick had on him. A possibly broken nose, definitely bloody, oh yeah, and sending the bastard skittering off into the sands as well. In the usual manner many were accustomed to, as was Pico and Shiro, Theocelese wasn't going to be going all out. He couldn't, or else this would have already been over. Instead, he'd be going at this at a level just above his Arrancar fighting partner. It wouldn't be impossible, but this wasn't going to be easy at all.
Yeah that's what he thought, nearly knocked his lights out this time it looked like. But Theo was still one tough son of a bitch, not only did he take it on the nose, literally, he was still standing. Luckily Pico had used the old man's long face as a diving board, kicking off of it to make himself some distance to the follow up. What Pico didn't expect, but probably should have, was that name falling out of Theo's mouth.
Kitten.
The vein in Pico's forehead nearly ruptured as his temper spiraled into unbridled rage at this point, his reiatsu whipping against the sand and air now, causing little wisps of smoke to rise up from the dust. The searing energy rippled out of him with no restraint, like a pot boiling over if that pot were full of hellfire and boiling over meant more of a volcanic eruption type of boiling over.
Yeah good, Theo was tossing away his little pussy weapons, finally manning up to a real fight. Even in his excitement, Pico could barely keep up with Theo's speed, seeing him disappear from the settling dust cloud and before he knew it reappear just to the side of him. All Pico saw were a rack of knuckles hurling in his direction, which connected like a baseball bat hitting that game winning home run. There was even an audible crack as Pico's teeth clacked together and his tiny brain rattled around in his skull.
But instead of Pico launching off like a rag doll, his head snapped back in recoil from the punch, but his body stayed put. His legs had sprung up and crossed around Theo's outstretched arm, and he took the punch head on if it meant getting a hold of this slippery bastard. His thighs tightened as he forcefully extended his legs, attempting to yank Theo's arm behind him into a submission hold, his heels digging down into his shoulder as he felt blood pooling in his mouth. With a spat on the sand, his skin practically rippled with visible heat, wisps of flame phasing in and out in the air around them, his volatile reiatsu manifesting in actual flames.
Post by Shiro Inazuma on Sept 21, 2018 6:44:44 GMT
She'd turned her attention towards the cocky Arrancar. She could feel her irritation rising. While the Arrancar hadn't assaulted her or anyone else besides Theocelese, simply knowing that he'd come out and started throwing punches at him seemed to make Shiro hot with anger. So much so she'd subconsciously released and begun making her way over to interfere. She didn't know much about military law, but she was well aware of how disrespectful it was to strike a superior, especially without first consenting to a duel.
Perhaps the sound of her steps had alerted Theocelese to her approach and that was why he opted to throw his gear at her. Shiro exited her Spark Step, catching the gear Mr. Rose tossed to her. She wanted to argue, felt irritated that he would allow the impertinence of one of his subordinates. But ultimately she backed off. If this was what Theocelese wanted then how was she to argue with him? Slinging the belt over her sholder, Shiro stood. Watching the two fight. Though to her it felt more like two boys committing to a brawl. She would have thought men if it hadn't been for the way in which the fight had initiated.
Shiro was now itching to have a go at this Arrancar, waiting impatiently for any indication that Mr. Rose would permit her to fight and equally irritated that she couldn't slug the cocky bastard a few times herself for being so disrespectful.
Now the blood was really pumping. No one had ever dared to truly get in a grappling match with him before, it gave him a reason to use all the god damn knowledge he had in that area. If there was one thing he could have agreed with the Adjuchas Arrancar, it was that sometimes you needed to fucking throw away the swords and just go straight knuckles with someone else. Hell, on the same level, their train of thought almost ran concurrent with one another. No spells, no flashy powers, just straight up you and me. Maybe that was the reason why his strongest power was the way it was. Regardless of any Zanpakutou being released, Theocelese only thought about the here and now. And the here and now didn't mean fighting the grapple, but using it to his own advantage. His feet planted into the ground, resisting the pull, in a somewhat comical back-and-forth sway, almost giving in, but having the strength to pull back. Theocelese grabbed at Pico's shirt tightly, enough so to get a good clutch on the skin as well. With his other arm hand, he did the same to the fiesty Arrancar's waist.
And that was when Pico's own tugging and momentum would be used against him.
When the next tug came, Theocelese threw himself forward and while he'd be on his knees, Pico would be smashed into the ground. Hard. Yet the Espada's grasp hadn't loosened, and it became clear that he was revving up to drive Pico's back into the sand once again. The question remained now, would little Kitten allow such a thing?
Seemed like the old man still had a bit of fight left in him, and was showing that he was no push over. Not only did he resist Pico's yanking, but he overpowered him enough that he had now done a complete reversal, sending Pico onto his back with enough force to nearly knock the air out of his lungs. He could even feel the bones in his spine shift and crack as he hit the ground, which to someone else might have been more jarring, but Pico was so riled up that pain was going to have to be put on the back burner. Especially now that he was being readied up for a second slam, one that might not be as gentle as the first.
Instinct kicking in and taking the reigns, Pico scrambled against Theo's hold, thrashing in his grip enough to swing his weight in a pivot, lining himself up more squarely with Theo as he was brought onto his back, enduring the slam just enough to feel the reverb against he sand and finally work to bounce off the impact and launch both feet into the old bastards stomach. With as much force as he could muster in this position, he had tried to kick Theo up and over him in a two-man somersault, trying desperately to get the high ground before he was smashed to bits.
The legs around his arm loosened quickly and in such a position, as it was with any moment in combat, the only way to go about this song and dance of anger and fury was to adapt with as much of a clear mind as one could muster. He'd not yet felt the pangs of hyper-aggression seizing all sensibilities and judgment. Both of Theocelese's hands released from Pico's being, accepting the planting of the feet against his stomach. Just as before, using the momentum caused by the other Arrancar, he'd use this to his advantage. Staggering back, and unable to temporarily draw breath, his fingers clawed down Pico's leg, stopping at the young man's ankle and grasping tightly. Escape was prevented, and now the Arrancar would find himself being pulled up into the air, the apparent destination being the sandy floor again. If there was one thing he was hoping to teach Pico, being that the damn guy was almost impossible to formally teach, it was to let his fighter's instincts take over to dictate how he was going to get out of eating sand.
The little fight with Pico, intentionally wanting this to currently be a singles match, was aimed to show Shiro what some true brawling looked like. Their little training bouts together was nothing compared to this, intense and short lived, but enough to slowly propel the girl's spirit into getting stronger. What was unfolding now was still just as chaotic, but looked to be prolonged as long as possible. Theocelese was going to turn this into a two-on-one eventually, and he was hoping Pico didn't get his shit kicked in to such a degree that he couldn't keep fighting.
...Oh who was Theocelese kidding? He knew Pico would just keep getting up. And that was for the better.
It was like Pico had kicked a brick wall, feeling the bones in his legs jar as his heels cracked into Theo's stomach like hammer on anvil. It was enough to send Theo back a half step, but not enough to put him down. Instead, Pico felt that famous vice grip snap around his ankles, his heart rapidly beating in his chest as he instantly knew this was no better than the previous grapple Theo had on him. Especially as he was lifting up off of his back once again and readied to be shaken out like an old rug, showing that with even no leverage at all, Theo could still pick Pico up as if he were a sack of potatoes.. which in a way, he was. Brainless and at this point ready to be mashed to bits.
As quickly as he had been hefted up off the sand, he was thrashed right back into it, feeling his head and shoulders crack against the sandy ground. And then again, this time real pain shot through his body as his back caught a sharp angle from the slam, but another slam was coming. He felt like a ragdoll, and with each bash of his skull he could feel the lights nearly fluttering out, his consciousness wavering. He clawed at the air and attempted to reach for Theo or anything to give him some sort of way out of this mess. But with each concussive whack, he felt his muscles weaken and stop responding.
Then he really began to feel it, that swirling emotion that drove him in nearly everything, thumping in his veins, throbbing in his head, blacking out his vision. The reiatsu around him swirled violently for a moment, thrashing out against Theo like waves breaking on the cliffs. His skin heated rapidly, smoke billowing off of him as he clenched his teeth. He had a temper normally, but this was that indomitable rage that broke the chains that held him so many times in the past, it was his resiliency, his fighting spirit. It rose in him like lava boiling up to the surface, pressurized until... something had to blow.
This time when Theo lifted Pico off of the sand, he gritted his teeth and snapped up, a hand reaching out to latch onto Theo's collar, claws digging in a bit as he finally erupted. Reiatsu bursted involuntarily off of the hothead, singeing the sand below then and lashing out against Theo. Pico's clenched teeth held back a forceful growl up until the point that smoke billowed from within and an explosion of energy blasted free, his primal hollow instincts rounding off a Cero point blank at the war tattered Arrancar.
The release of the Cero enveloped the Espada, and only by using one's spiritual sense of detection could feel that he'd been pushed back several hundred yards by the attack. This caused the many Arrancar who were still training to cease in their actions, hundreds of buzzing sounds like an army of wasps brought them within spectating distance now. They joined those still present, bashing their weapons against each other, themselves, screaming, hooting and hollering. Braying for blood like the mindless animals they all truly were. The skull-splitting headache afflicting Theocelese eased when Pico released the attack, and after the dramatic clearing of both sand and smoke, the Vasto Lorde Arrancar was seen with both arms covering his face. The top-half of his clothing had vanished completely, revealing the gnarly and brutalized canvas of his chest. The ever-growing number of scars that littered him the front doubled in number since last Pico and Theocelese traded blows, a clear indication to Kitten that he'd missed out on a helluva lot of fighting.
Still steaming, Theocelese's arms lowered, revealing a face devoid of emotion. Fire crackled in his golden eyes, illuminating the intensity of rage within the man. He felt the same affliction as Pico, the thundering drums of hell pulsating in his veins, adrenaline spiked in every pulse. It was like a drug he could never get enough of. If only the other Arrancar had stuck around, maybe he'd be stronger. Maybe Theocelese could enjoy this even more. Anyone who could present a formidable challenge...they were either gone, or just never around. And it left the urge to give into the most vindicating emotion the two of them were tapping into at this very moment.
Theocelese burst from his location, his feet moving in conjunction with rapid uses of Sonido giving them the appearance of never even having touched the ground. He was upon Pico in what seemed like an instant, and with a bellowing roar, aimed a haymaker style punch aimed right at Kitten's jaw. It was going to hurt like a motherfucker, should the blow land, but there was something...curious about the strike. There was too much momentum in the attack, Theocelese swung too soon and moving back just only a bit would have cleared Pico from the attack completely...but that was where his true target would be made known. The direction of his swing shifted down, as did his entire body. The completely unorthodox location for his punch? The red-head's left foot. And this wasn't going to just hurt like Hell now, that much force and momentum was more liable to break the damn foot entirely.
After his... explosive outburst, Pico stood with clenched fists and a smoking maw, breathing heavily and glaring down the location of the tough bastard that took his Cero point blank. Tsk, not surprising. You really can't get anything done without usin' your fists it seemed. Since blowing his lid, Pico was thinking atleast a bit more clearly now, but was still riddled with adrenaline and thumping aggression in his neck.
Then, like electricity in the air, he felt the fever pitch in the moment, seeing Theo disappear. With a huff, Pico dug his foot into the sand, preparing to grab the bull by the horns and meet the clash half way with a flying full force kick. But what happened next could not have been expected. With Theo being faster than Pico, and having his own milisecond head start, Pico barely made a few feet in his direction before he soared out of his Sonido.
It all happened seemingly in an instant. Theo hadn't thrown a punch for Pico's face or stomach, for some god damn reason it was low... very low. Maybe if Pico hadn't moved it would have hit him in the baby toe or something, but now... something much much worse transpired. In slow motion, Pico moved his gaze down... only to see the scarred up knuckles, with the intent to obliterate whatever it came in contact with, had now nestled... directly between Pico's legs.
Then it was over before it started, Pico's gaze going blank, his eyes glazing over a bit as a breath was forced from his lungs. As time resumed pace, Pico was lifted off of his feet and sent nearly a hundred yards away, spinning and flailing like a ragdoll... a poor, dick imploded ragdoll. Skipping off of the sand like a rock, he finally rolled to a stop half buried, and unmoving.
Nothing like a punch to the balls to really knock your lights out. Well, that and an imploded pelvis.
Post by Shiro Inazuma on Sept 28, 2018 23:24:44 GMT
Shiro watched the brawl as it progressed with heated interest. Mr. Rose and the Cocky Arrancar going at each other, fists flying, bodies flailing. It'd seemed like a fairly balanced and unusually even match-up. That was until the one Arrancar was sent flying, skittering and colliding with the desert sands before coming to a rest. When he didn't get up and go back after Theocelese like he had all the other times, Shiro became worried. Sure she hated him for how he'd approached Mr. Rose seeking a fight but... This didn't feel right...
Forgetting that she still held onto Theo's equipment, Shiro dashed over to the seemingly unconscious Arrancar's side as fast as her Spark Steps could carry her, the girl came to a standstill no more than a half a meter before him. She quickly discarded Theo's things to the sands as she hurriedly knelt down to get a bearing on the Arrancar's vitals and whether or not he was still breathing. "Are you alright!?" Shiro called out to Pico. There was a strange sense of worry layered over her voice even though she wasn't personally acquainted with him.
If Theocelese had approached by now, Shiro would stand and look to him, a sense of defiance played in her eyes, something that would have become familiar to Theo by now. "What the hell are you thinking! You could have killed him just now!" In fact she couldn't be completely sure if this feat might have already been accomplished. It plagued her to an insane degree. Despite her mixed feelings about the situation, Shiro didn't want to fancy any thoughts that Mr. Rose would do something so base and evil as to kill off his own subordinates. Sure Pico had assaulted Theo and that deserved some sort of punishment in her eyes, but if Theocelese expected Shiro to back down at this point and sit idly by while he continued his assault... Shiro's grip on her weapon tightened as she continued to face down Theocelese...
It was a freak accident what had happened. Somehow, somewhere, in that moment of body parts hitting one another, Theocelese wasn't going to come away clean from this. It may have been when Kitten was being sent back, his foot rising up quickly caught Theocelese exactly in that same location that he'd just smashed Pico. This, of course, caused Theocelese to drop to his knees, a long gasp leaving his throat like someone just stabbed him in the spine. He coughed and hacked loudly, both arms crossing over the lower portion of his gut, and on both knees, the Arrancar's head plopped down into the sand. The worst part was the first inhale taken, a whole mess of sand went right to the lungs, causing him to cough and hack loudly. What a shitty impass this had become. The human girl had shouted something, he didn't understand what it was due to the sharp pain rising up into his own pelvis.
For a moment there, the pain was so intense that he, just the same as Pico, found himself blacked out for a few minutes. When Theocelese came to, clumps of wet sand clung to his chin and jaw, a product of the massive amounts of drooling he'd done in his pain-induced mini-coma. With a painful groan, Theocelese lifted himself up, and frantically, one hand went down to check the integrity of the organs he was going to be needing not before too long. Even if they were damaged...Thank the true gods for their kind's High Speed Regeneration. Still hurt like...well, he couldn't recall the last time he'd been in this much damn pain.
The crowd did have a good laugh at this, and as much heat radiated from his cheeks...Theocelese knew in these hard times, such a thing was needed. If all it took was the two of them accidentally hitting each other in the balls like they did, well, so be it. Dazed...and still somewhat confused, he looked over to Pico. Shiro was there. That...may not have been the best place for her. He waved at the girl, non-verbally trying to tell her to clear out. Hell, he didn't want to risk speaking. There was no coming back from the embarassment of sounding like a squeak toy.
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