Time is your only enemy. (Ayano Kuraimasu only) rated R

Izod looked about the new realm in which the Espada live, the over all feel was one that was normal to him, this place sits between worlds like the river Stixs sits between worlds. Izod felt like the ferry man who would lead those dead to the world of pain and torment, so many times Izod have sent many to their deaths but know he sees what they become which connected everything his people believed. But as this came to him so did the rage he felt as they killed him to become one of the fucking gods, how could they think that death would bring glory, Izod looked around the empty world this beings that walked about lost everything and have become nothing, Izod was drawn to this place for come reason if he only knew what then maybe he could fucking move on to better things.

With the wind kicking up the dust, Izod could feel the earth below him it gave him power it filled him with joy. The vast view of this lifeless world looked same as the home when he was alive, when he was a child that painful fucking joke of a life, if he knew that death was like that he would of killed his self. Now he stood as a being of pure power and with his age he knew so much but he wanted to learn more but now he wanted to claim more life, more then any one could do in a life time that was the goal for him but how would be the fucker willing to die in this waste land.

The bright and lifeless landscape seemed to be more inviting then the real world could ever be, the tight leather outfit seemed to hug him as he looked about feeling a hit of a some other being. The red hair of Izod blew and swam in the breeze as a shark in the sea, Izod could feel the changing tide that was the platform for what seemed to be a battle reading to burst open like a fucking boil. The tan angled face of Izod was ageless as he died young the red hair still flowing in the wind was styled with a almost inhuman manner, the outfit would say metro sexual others would say s and m but to those who know Izod knew the deadly truth behind the look.

As he looked about the world he was keeping the feeling of the other being close to the front of hes thoughts, it was not like him to let things that were odd to him slip him by. With a few more moments when he realized the being that was off in the distance they vanished the speed was impressive for the shinigami but the distance gave him time to respond to the strike that was boosted by their speed, twisting his hips into the attack as he lifting up his arm up to block with the forearm and combining his armored leather and his hierro would make it almost impossible to cut through. The impact kicked up dust and cracked the ground below them and with his free hand raised it to the young womans face charging a off white bala the dust was blown away as he let it fire, the timing of this counter was only seconds after impact Izod was not moved by the attack nor effected by the sudden speed.

He was taken back by the brash attack with out scouting the target before hand which lead to her facing a bala being fired toward her face at point blank range which would leave her gravely wounded which she would give into her wounds and die or if she finds a counter Izod would be fucking impressed but he wanted to beat this crimson haired bitch to fucking death for such a shitty blitz and hoped he would be able to do so but for now he thought about his counter.

Ayano had very little time to react, and there were so many things to consider. The sudden flash of white energy told her only one thing, it was an arrancar. As suddenly as his hand snaked up to launch a bala, her own spiritual pressure would increase to an incredible amount higher than it was previously. The force caused dust and smoke to spiral around them, obscuring what was happening next. What did happen next was rather simple, she had released her shikai without a word, the new form of the blade meeting the bala and splitting it in half like a piece of fruit. The weakened and deformed halves of the bala would fly past either side of her head harmlessly and dissipate. As this happened, she would kick off of the air, pulling her blade out of the leather armor, and sending herself in a back-flip to increase the distance between them.

Touching down on the air once again, she allowed the dust to clear. When the dust cleared she would be revealed to her opponent with a new weapon in hand. Wrapped around her left arm and hand was a thick, black, metal chain. The chain wrapped around the length of her forearm, and once around her palm. It then extended further to the weapon in her right hand. The weapon was ominously identical to the blade of a guillotine, with a massive steel circle on its flat end where the chain was attached. Her right hand was clutching the metal ring, the thin bony fingers that once held a handle now wrapped around the cool steel. Light gleamed off of the razor edge of a blade once used solely for executions.


"Do you like it? Saibankan has always been very useful to me in combat, never met something it couldn't cut with the right push. But then, you'll find out what I mean soon enough." She said conversationally, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She played the arrogant one, to give her opponent a feeling of security. After all, it was more often than not that an arrogant person tended to be significantly weaker than they thought they were. The subtle bragging coupled with her over-confident body language would anger most, and cause others to believe that she was just a child in over her head; just the way she liked to be viewed.

The deep red haired captain did not fail when it came to skill, the bala was just a playful way to hurt her so he can beat her to death. As her body arced away in a angelic back flip Izod could not notice how sexy her body was and the curves were in all the right places, holding his forarm feeling for any weakness with in the leather Izod felt non though he wanted to charge her he saw she called her shikai. Looking at her land and hearing her speak about her weapon made Izod wonder what its true ability was all about, the distance she made in her landing allowed Izod to speak for a quick moment his voice held a strange accent older then one would know off hand. "Such a weapon is seemingly for beheading cocks more them a neck and if it be such a thing, then let the right push be from my heel as i cast you to dirt like the whore you are." Izod spoke with very little regard to the person whom he was fighting, trying to enrage her the best he can before he beat her and smashed that fucking face into the earth.

Shifting his weight to his back leg and drawing his blade from its leather home Izod spoke once more." Juéqǐ de shēncéng shā, Lì wéi tǎn." A massive burst of spiritual pressure ripped apart the ground blow him, sending dust and shards of rocks flying around him as his power reached a new level. As the Primera his power was just shy of those who rule above him although he thinks its higher, for the captain though he wonder what she thought about the the massvie leap of power, would she play to the hilt and attack to prove him other wise? or would she play the cocky rooster and die a fools death? Which ever she choses Izod would be willing to trade blows for the blood lust of knowing this bitch will be a bloody mess limp and unable to answer the powerful being known as Izod the god.

Izods skin changed but to the reason why it changed was one that he likes to show, with out lifting a hand the rocks and dust froze in their free fall back to earth floating as if they where in water. Izods Ressurecion gave him control over the very earth that built this world they fought in, quickly Izod produced a small sand storm to block her view while he began to break apart the ground below her in hopes of tripping her up, the last attack Izod took up chunks of rock and lunched them at her in hopes of drawing some blood as he waited for her response.

Izod stood akin to stone as he brought the storm to full power, the speed in which the sand was blowing could rot away stone more so blind any one with in it but the hight was not were it needed to be. So as she leaped up and away from the blowing sand to seek higher view Izod thought to about a good way to gain a upper hand in this fight that seemingly was still deep in the beginig stages, Izod waited for her move which was not soon after her climb skyward which cam in the sound of clanging links in the chained weapon her blade transformed into. The speed and force was measured by how easily it cut through the sand.

Izod counted the seconds before impact of which he would then trap the blade. As Izod jumped back the impact was much bigger then he would of thought but still it gave him a few moments to counter, quickly after impact Izod closed the ground around the blade and four links of the chain to keep her from reclaiming her blade quickly Izod left some of his power in the earth. With the moment at hand Izod forced the Storm upwards at her which formed a face akin to a movie effect in hopes of engulfing her completely, Lastly Izod took with him as he Sonído six sharpened stone spears which as the sonic sound was masked by the raging storm, he appeared lunching them at her back with only six feet between them also his left hand Izod charged a pale white cero in hopes of hitting the captain. More so she would have to chose weath to block the attacks from her rear or take getting ripped apart by the rushing storm to her front.

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The world was still, and yet in chaos at the same time; I suppose it all depended on where in the world you were. In this particular case, it was thrown into chaos. Sand and silt flew through the air like arrows, circling the figure of the crimson-haired captain, Ayano. The air was buzzing with energy as the two forces clashed, Reiatsu versus Reiatsu. The feeling of cool steel in her hands calmed her sweating appendages, she hadn't been in a serious fight for decades. She felt the guillotine blade, attached to one end of the massive steel chain, clear through ground like butter. Then, suddenly, she felt resistance. It was as if the ground had hardened even further, stalling her weapon. As she tugged on the blade it began to move, but didn't free itself. This predicament worried her, lines of crimson in the form of eyebrows knitting together as she thought her way through it. First the ground collapses, then the sandstorm, now the ground is hardening. What could this beast do? If it was what she thought, she was in deep shit. As these thoughts scattered her mind like rainfall, more problems arose. His spiritual pressure disappeared and transferred to a new location, he was moving at an incredible speed. What more, the sandstorm had formed into the decrepit visage of a demon, its gaping mouth speeding toward her suspended body like a freight train. As this image formed before her, she felt the presence of her opponent just a few feet above her. The faint trace of his reiatsu scattered around him, weaker than the main body, maybe weapons formed form his power? She didn't have time to turn around and react, and so she did what came first in her mind. With the strength of a warrior she yanked on the chain, shattering the spiritual energy platform she had been standing on. The resulting burst of energy along with her own strength pulled her toward the blade of her weapon with incredible speed, shooting toward the ground like a bullet. Just as she neared the ground, her feet would touch down on another platform which she would kick off of, launching herself further away from her opponent while still climbing higher in the air.

With a firm yank of the chain she tore her weapon from the ground, bringing it back to her. Right hand reaching out and grasping the metal ring attached to her weapon, the left one moved out away from her body. Throwing the blade into the air, she caught the chain a length away from the blade, and began to spin it. Her opponent was suspended in air still, his spears and sandstorm just about to clash. As the spiralling chain reached the height of its speed, she released it. The weapon moved at a near-invisible speed, slicing through the air with enough force to take down steel building structures with ease, straight for her opponent. She wasn't holding back, this would be her full-force.

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The crimson haired shinigami was actually disappointed by the latest events. She felt the chain sliding through her light grip as her blade slashed through the air at the suspended Espada. Suddenly, the blade met resistance, though not enough to make it stop. It cut through the Espada's neck like an ax through a log, slicing the hollow's skull from the rest of its body. Suddenly, the valley would grow extremely quiet. Sand and silt fell back to the ground, earth spears crumbling to dust without the reiatsu of the Espada to hold them together, and two pieces of a single organism fell from the sky. The blade and chain began to fade out of existence, leaving that same katana in her hands. She brought the blade up, and with three precise movements, wiped it clean and stored it back in its sheath. Readjusting her hair, which had become dishevelled in the fight, she walked over the the body of the Espada.

Locating the tattoo which marked him as Primera, she carved it from his body, Wrapping this in a scrap of cloth from his body, she went over to the disembodied head of her opponent. Taking that by the hair, she turned to leave, heading back to the Soul Society.

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Srry but my comp as been out i have a post can i finish this topic????